“You will.” His fingers moved as his erection continued to impale her anus.
He spread the lips of her cunt, his eyes narrowed as he kept her legs raised to his shoulders. Then two diabolical fingers plunged inside her.
So close. Her body tightened, orgasm a breath away, and still he wouldn’t let her have it. He merely stretched her vagina, filling it, his fingers twisting inside her as she bit her lip and fought her body’s demands that she give into him. Give into him now, her body screamed out the demand.
“Mine,” he told her again, his eyes narrowed, wild. His face savage as he watched her, teeth clenched on a snarl as he allowed one more thrust of his fingers.
“Yours,” she screamed out to him, desperate now, her body assaulted by so many sensations she knew they would drive her insane. “You’re…oh God, Callan, let me—”
His fingers pumped into her hard and fast in a rhythm that matched the cock buried in her ass. She felt the smaller erection emerge, his barb stretching her ass further with a burning pain that tipped her over the edge as she heard him growling in his own release. A second later, she felt the hard blast of his semen spurting inside her, she exploded in such mind consuming pleasure she wondered if she would survive. Over and over again, her cries weak and strained as she clenched on his flesh, on his fingers, her body shuddering violently with the wild release that quaked over her.
And Callan was by no means immune. The beast was loose. He threw back his head and roared his victory over her as the last pulse of his seed shot into her behind. He was lodged deep inside her, his cock jerking, the barb pulsing as it held him locked to her. His hair was damp, his facial expression tight as his body arched into her once again, trembling in the aftershocks of his release. Long moments later, she felt him slide from her, still hard, still throbbing, only the barb had lost its erection. His cock was still engorged, thick and heavy with his lust.
She was too weak to open her eyes to see where he was going, but moments later she heard water running in the bathroom. When he returned, he turned her to her stomach gently. She couldn’t protest, whatever he wanted he could have. She was boneless, mindless with satiation. But it was the warm roughness of a cloth between her thighs that she felt. First over the saturated lips of her cunt, then through the narrow cleft of her ass.
He cleaned her gently, his hands slow, the strokes thorough.
“Are you okay?” he asked her finally, his voice soft, hesitant.
“Mm.” She didn’t want to use breathing energy on actually speaking.
He was quiet behind her then. His hand was warm on her buttocks; his silence though, was filled with tension.
“I’m sorry.” She could barely hear the apology.
Merinus took a deep, strengthening breath. Damn, men and their phobias. She turned on her back staring up at him drowsily.
“Why?” she mumbled.
Callan frowned.
“I lost control—”
“So?” She yawned. Damn, she was tired now. “I wanted you too. Now lay down here and cuddle me, dammit. A woman is supposed to be cuddled after mind blowing sex, not attempting to make sense of some man’s psyche.”
Uh oh. She watched that expression of male offense cross his face. Now, how the hell had she managed to wound his poor little ego?
“My psyche is not the problem,” he informed her with an overload of pride.
Merinus rolled her eyes.
‘Then what is?” She pulled weakly at the other side of the comforter as a chill began to replace the warmth of her body.
“I lost control,” he said again.
“And I said: So?”
“I hurt you.”
Merinus looked up at him. He was perfectly in control again, if still a little horny. He sat beside her, his amber eyes glittering with regret.
“You didn’t hurt me,” she argued. “I liked everything you did.”
“Dammit, Merinus, I smacked you,” he bit out, dragging his hand roughly through his hair. “I do not hit women.”
Merinus smiled. She remembered well the pleasure of that particular little spanking.
“Yeah, I know,” she sighed in contentment. “Cuddle me for a while and you can do it again.”
The shock on his face would have been comical if she had the energy to laugh.
“You wanted that?” He seemed confused by it.
Merinus sighed. “Callan, I want all of you. I want you wild and growling, purring and contented, and even roaring in release. I don’t just want a small part of you. I love you. The whole package.”
He shook his head as though to deny her claim.
“But you are mine, too,” she told him firmly. “Remember that. Or I really will neuter you. Or I’ll have Kane do it. And I bet he won’t use anesthesia.”
He winced. Good. Then he brought his hand to her face, his expression filling with tenderness. Damn, he better not make her cry. She really didn’t have the energy.
“You humble me,” he told her roughly.
“And if you make me cry, I’ll smack you.” She kissed his palm though, and sighed peacefully before whining. “Now please get me warm and comfy so I can sleep. I’m killed here.”
Callan moved hesitantly, pulling the blankets from beneath her and getting in beside her. Merinus moved against him instantly, his extra body heat a balm to her cooling body.
His arms went around her, holding her close to his chest, his chin resting atop her head. He was thinking, she could tell. She didn’t consider that a good thing, considering it was the incredible sex of moments before that he was thinking so hard about.
“I did it deliberately, you know,” she finally said in exasperation as he reached over to switch the lamp out.
“I know you did.” He wrapped his arms around her once again.
“So why are you so damned put out over it?” She frowned.
“I could have hurt you, Merinus,” he bit out. “I know how. I was beyond all control with you. That’s dangerous.”
“Evidently not.” She shrugged. “Callan, I’m not your enemy, nor am I threatening your life. Get over it. You did an amazing job of making me submit and I’ll be eternally grateful. Maybe later we can even play again.”
“You will drive me insane.” His voice was resigned.
Merinus was quiet for long moments. Funny, her father and brothers used the same tone of voice and the same words often. What the hell did she do?
“I’m going to sleep.” She would figure it out later. “Men are just too confusing for me to figure out right now.”
She thought she heard him chuckle, but it could have just been the vibrations of the soft purr she could hear beneath her cheek. Definitely more soothing than snoring.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Callan held Merinus for a long while after she fell into a deep sleep. Her body curved close to his, soft and tempting. His hands smoothed over the curve of her back, his eyes closing in pain. He should have walked away from her the moment she came into town. He should have packed and disappeared as he meant to do. Instead, he had given into the temptation of brown eyes filled with laughter, and a temptingly curved body that hardened his cock in seconds. And then, he had thrown her life into chaos.
He grimaced, knowing the past week had been more than hard on her. The demands her body was making on her had to be confusing, frightening, but she never gave into it. She had still laughed, she had still fought with him, tempted him. She had given him her body willingly, even during moments when the ‘frenzy’ was not upon her. Her passion burned him alive then. What had happened less than an hour before terrified him.