Wolf eased her back until she lay flat beneath him; he stretched himself out beside her, a large leg thrown over her own. One arm cushioned the back of her head while his lips sought her dusty, rose-colored nipple and he suckled very lightly, tugging softly. His tongue played, licking at her before drawing her deeply within his mouth. He groaned heavily.
“Wolf.”
“Casey, we are all alone together. All we have is each other, all we may ever have is each other,” Wolf said as he once more sought her lips. He kissed her tenderly, exploring her mouth; his nose nuzzled her cheek. “I will protect you out here. I will keep you safe; haven't I already? You can depend on me. We need to take care of one another. Don't be frightened, sweetheart, please don't fear me.”
“Don't hurt me, please, Wolf don't...don't hit me,” she begged. Casey tried deflecting his hands as they roamed her body. Each time an arm lifted, she cringed in apprehension, waiting for the first blow to fall.
“No, sweetheart, no. I won't hurt you, I won't ever hit you. Your friend was hurt badly, wasn't she?” Wolf asked.
Casey nodded and buried her head into his shoulder. Wolf cupped her face in his palm; his earnest eyes captured hers. His thumb stroked her cheek. “I won't do that to you. I won't be mean or cruel to you. I won't beat you, sweetheart. I will be very gentle. Feel my hands, Casey; they are gentle. You will be fine, I promise.”
His coaxing words penetrated her mind. Casey concentrated on what he was saying instead of the fear her friend had portrayed. Their circumstances were different. They were indeed alone; this wasn't some date that had gone horribly wrong. They needed each other to survive. They might be here for a very long time. She hadn't run from him, because she couldn't bear the thought of being alone. Would she be able to go for weeks and weeks or months without some type of human contact?
Wolf was not hurting her. For all his previous threats, he had never hurt her. Each night he had lain beside her, keeping her warm, safe. She had welcomed his large body beside her nightly, enjoying his comforting presence, wanting to feel his close proximity. She could feel the slight tingle of attraction she had been fighting grow. Wolf was an incredibly handsome man. He was whispering she was the most beautiful enchanting woman he had ever met.
His large, sensual hands were sweetly discovering her, not groping as an adolescent or overly enthusiastic sex fiend. He was being very gentle and patient, trying to discover what she liked. His large fingers threaded through her hair, bringing strands to his lips to kiss, telling her she smelt like sunshine and sweet wine. He paid more attention to the places he touched when she moaned instead of cringing from him or tensing. Even David had never been as caring or sensitive; the thought was so terribly confusing.
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Her thoughts of David distressed her further. Was she to succumb to another who would fill her head with lies? But Wolf didn't want to marry her. He didn't need her money, or he would have finished her off for the payment David had offered. Her body's response to him disturbed her further still. There had been numerous times lately she had been filled with a certain attraction for him, those times she had hidden a blush and dismissed the idea.
She felt betrayed by emotions as a soft sigh escaped her lips. One large hand caressed her sore ribs with a feather light touch. Casey felt his hands lower her shorts. He was still quietly encouraging a response from her. His fingers trailed slowly over her entire body, learning every inch. His warm touch turned to searing, sweet turmoil as he caressed her inner thighs. He pressed himself against her; his body was heated, satin steel. Casey calmed slowly. Every touch was beautiful, gentle, arousing, and sensuous. Wolf whispered exquisite, endearing words into her ear as he nuzzled her, and then nibbled on her earlobe.
“Touch me, Casey,” Wolf encouraged.
Tentatively, Casey reached a hand to stroke his broad shoulders. His body was so hard and well muscled—a warrior's body, a body built for power, control. The feel of her fingers running over him was not unpleasant, she decided. She ventured her hands lower down his back, rubbing them in a circular motion, exploring. His behind, oh God! His sound, well-defined behind.
Slipping her hands lower, Casey could feel the width of his well muscled thighs. No wonder he moved with such ease. He felt like a well-oiled machine, a very hot, powerful machine made for action. When Wolf captured her lips once more, Casey began her own hesitant search of his mouth. His lips, sweet and silky, were soft and warm, undemanding yet probing. His breathing became more hurried as he coaxed her to taste him.
His words became more eager as she ventured her hand up to stroke at his face. Her trembling lessened. She buried her fingers into his thick, dark hair, which felt like the fine pelt of a panther, or a sleek dark wolf.
“That feels so nice, Casey. Your hands are so soft, sweetheart, they feel so good,” Wolf breathed out. “You taste so sweet, you are so sweet. Like honey dipped in a rainbow.”
Casey felt his fingers slip below her waist. She once more whimpered, unsure if she should let him continue, unsure if she should let herself continue. She again tried to shy away, once more feeling uncertain of him, of the intriguing feelings he invoked.
“No, sweetheart, it's all right. I can feel you're ready for me. I won't hurt you. Everything will be fine, I promise,” Wolf said passionately. Though tight, Casey could feel her molten, slick heat beckoning him, and she knew that at least physically, she was ready for him. Her body danced beneath his fingers.
“Tell me you want me,” Wolf coaxed.
He gripped her chin tenderly and gazed deeply into her eyes, giving her the choice. She could stop him...she should stop him.
Oh, God, she did want him. She nodded slightly, unable to do more as his fingers worked magic. Her breath nearly disappeared as he performed his act upon her.
Casey felt a moment's panic as Wolf settled himself over her; he was so big and powerful, and dangerous. She felt him enter her slowly, cautiously probing, testing her depth. He rocked carefully within her, moving himself deeper at each easy thrust, watchful to keep his weight from pinning her. She knew he didn't want her to feel trapped or smothered. Casey moaned beneath him. She had never been taken like this before and sensations swirled within her, overwhelming her.
He pulled out, teasing her opening, letting her decide if she wanted to continue the sweet torment. She became frustrated, unable to resist the need to satisfy the profound ache he'd created within her. Casey pulled him more snugly to herself, encouraging him to fill her. Wolf offered her loving words, moving cautiously. She felt his worry that she might become frightened once more.
“Wolf,” Casey cried out, pulling him tighter still.
“Easy. I'm here, you're fine, Casey, you're fine,” Wolf said in a soothing, deep voice.
Casey's breathing became ragged as she moved beneath him, seeking her release. Wolf's gentle, unhurried lovemaking made her want more, want him. She gripped him as tightly as she could, her arms not able to stretch round the width of his broad back. She buried her face into the sweetness of his neck, where her tongue laved circles around his heated flesh. There had never been a taste so delicious.
Casey began thrashing beneath him. She unlocked her mouth from his neck to pant, needing to breathe, but only gasping for air. Wolf was moving faster, harder; sweat beaded both their foreheads, bathing their writhing bodies in a fine sheen. He gripped her, thrusting wildly within her, his body now pinning her to the ground.
Casey cried out. Her body shook as she clutched him to her. She lay, accepting his final, eager thrusts, feeling spent, and still she was reluctant for him to stop. He felt so warm, as his body continued to glide over hers. Her legs lifted higher, her knees resting against his hips, wanting to feel his full penetration. He continued his delightful torment, stroking her, his fiery hot breath blew lightly into her ear, until she moaned again, unbelieving, feeling her heart race once more.
He demanded more of her; she gave herself willingly, wanting to follow where he led
. She cried out her surprise as she once again felt her body close around him. Her knees pressed harder against his hips, clinging as one possessed. Her fingers dug deeply into his flesh. Her head rolled back and she screamed from a release she had never before experienced. Her body went rigid before she stilled. She went limp beneath him, unable to maintain her grip any longer. Satisfied, Wolf rolled to his side, breathing heavily, finally sated.
As her body cooled, Casey lay quietly, feeling a deep confusion settle over her. Her rational mind seemed to kick in. She just had willing sex with a man who had been trying to kill her. How could she do that? Her eyes narrowed.
“You seduced me!” Casey cried, suddenly outraged.
To her great surprise, Wolf chuckled softly. “Yes I did. I told you I wouldn't rape you.”
Casey looked angrily into Wolf's smug face. She then lay back, angry with herself. She had allowed herself to be seduced. Yet, she had been through so much lately. She felt certain Wolf had played on her extreme vulnerability. She could see Wolf watching her as he propped himself up on his elbow, obviously wondering if the anger would rage or if the tears would fall first. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction—she did neither. Casey rolled over onto her side, away from him. Wolf moved closer to her and draped his arm around her middle.
“It's not that awful, Casey,” Wolf soothed. “We are all alone. This place is frightening. You were almost gored today.”
“So I owed you?” she asked quietly.
“We owe each other. What if we're never found?”
“If we are, then what will you threaten me with to keep me quiet?”
“Did I hurt you?” Wolf asked seriously, his thumb stroking her cheek.
“My body is unharmed, but my mind feels assaulted. How could I want a man who was going to kill me?” she asked, incredulous.
“Think of it this way. Right now I am the last man on earth,” Wolf reasoned.
“But what if we are found?” Casey mused.
“We go our separate ways with fond memories,” Wolf said gallantly.
“Yes, I can just hear the stories I will tell my grandchildren about my assassin lover,” Casey said sulkily.
“You're not supposed to tell anyone about me,” Wolf reminded her.
“No doubt by then you'll be dead. If you aren't, I highly doubt assaulting a shriveled up old lady will appeal to you anyway,” Casey countered.
Wolf chuckled, amused. “You have a point. I guess I can live with that.”
“Wolf?” Casey asked fretfully.
“Yes?”
“Do you plan on seducing me again?” she asked.
“Many, many times, sweetheart.”
“But you won't hurt me?”
“I won't hurt you, Casey.”
Sighing softly, Casey closed her eyes. She wondered at the man curled up behind her. He was an enigma. Casey also wondered if she minded being seduced, though that thought disturbed her. Feeling drained, Casey decided she would think about it come morning. She allowed Wolf to pull her even closer. As his body surrounded her, the darkness seemed to recede, as if Wolf overpowered it. She knew how it felt!
When morning came, Casey ventured forth to wash in the waterfall. She was once again sticky and covered in sand. She removed her clothing, deciding it was useless to remain shy. Wolf had discovered every inch of her repeatedly during the night, until finally she had begged exhaustion. Only then had she donned her clothes, and with Wolf curled protectively around her, she'd slept soundly.
She was not surprised when Wolf joined her. She did not shy away when he rubbed at her wet shoulders. His hands, though strong, were gentle, and he worked away the knots in her back, moving lower ever so slowly. Casey shivered as he lowered himself behind her to rub at her bottom, thighs, then calves.
“Turn around,” he commanded her, and she complied.
Wolf worked his way back up, kissing her in intimate places, his tongue teasingly washing crevices the water did not reach, before once more standing before her. Casey looked up at him, her breath quickening. His eyes smoldered with hungry passion. Casey remained unconcerned. He had kept his word and had not caused her any pain.
She raised her hands to clutch at his broad shoulders as he settled her back against a moss-covered rock. The waterfall flowed over the both of them, and Casey gripped him tightly, to steady herself, when he entered her. As before, he moved into her slowly at first, making certain she would accept him. She did.
She found she couldn't resist him, nor did she want to. There had never been another man who could make her feel so incredibly passionate. She no longer felt any fear of him while he was gripped in the throes of his fervor. He spoke soothing, encouraging words to her. Casey felt certain he did his best not to frighten her. Casey knew, and Wolf understood, she would run forever while on the island if he were to cause her any harm.
Wolf rocked steadily against her until her desire mounted. Only then did he increase his pace until they were both gasping and panting heavily. She could feel the moistness of the moss-covered rocks stroking her behind in a caressing fashion. It felt so strange to feel her entire body rubbed with softness at once. She shifted slightly and would have slipped if Wolf hadn't captured her to himself.
With her feet out from under her, Wolf wrapped her slender legs around his waist, his penetration buried as far as was able up into her heat. Her head dropped to his shoulder, her tongue lapping at him, drinking in the water that landed over him, desperate from her thirst.
She threw her head back, allowing the water to run between the both of them, creating an even greater slickness of refreshing moisture. Casey cried out his name, gripping his wet hair as she felt her tension build until it could build no longer; she surrendered to his touch, shuddering beneath him.
Wolf gave a frightening roar of release, gripping her so tightly she thought her bones might be crushed, until he once again rocked slowly within her and finally stilled; his hands loosened his powerful grip. His head bowed, cuddling her forehead against his cheek. His powerful arms held her firmly to him.
“Forever wouldn't be so bad,” he quietly mentioned in her ear.
“Forever and twenty children later,” Casey informed him, distressed. “I don't want to get pregnant on an island with a man who is an assassin, a man who doesn't want to be a father or a husband. I am the one who takes all the risks, while you chuckle and think it's funny you are able to seduce me.”
Casey struggled until he settled her onto her feet. She pushed him away from her. Her hands slid down her body, ridding it of moisture; she then slowly started to dress.
“I can send child support,” Wolf told her. He dressed leisurely while watching as she made her way back to the fire.
Casey sat and checked on the wild edible roots she was roasting in ash. She tried to ignore Wolf as he dropped down near her and watched her with a slight smile. Casey threw a handful of peanuts she had dug up at him. Wolf reached for one and cracked open the shell. He munched on it noisily.
“If I get you pregnant, would you like me to propose?” he asked teasingly.
“Marriage? No, thank you. Been there, done that. My last husband wants me dead. I don't want to wonder if my new husband might still oblige,” she snapped.
“We could always live in sin,” Wolf teased.
“How can you sin if you're an atheist?” she retorted.
“I don't know, but we could have fun trying,” Wolf said, and cracked open another nut.
“No thanks. I think I would have my hands full with your baby, while running from my ex, who undoubtedly will try to kill me again,” Casey snapped. “Hopefully, the child would not be around if he caught up to me. God only knows what he would do to the baby.”
She wrapped her arms around her knees, rocking herself. She knew David would never stop. Just because Wolf had not killed her, it did not mean another would not try. God forbid Wolf actually did get her pregnant. She couldn't imagine what would become of the child if she were murder
ed. She had no other living relatives, and she highly doubted Wolf would want the burden. Casey imagined Wolf holding a high powered rifle, all the while holding a baby on his back in a snugly!
Her arms crossed protectively around her drawn knees, she turned from him, wanting to shut him out.
Wolf was staring at Casey now, open-mouthed, having his own disturbing thoughts. She was right; he had wondered the same thing. Wolf felt positive David would try again...and again if necessary. Casey was very resourceful. David would not be satisfied until she was gone, whether or not she remained married to him. For some reason the thought of Casey, and his possible unborn child, coming to an early demise disgruntled him. She was right; he being able to seduce her no longer seemed so amusing.
Damn!
“I won't let him kill you,” Wolf suddenly declared, surprising Casey. Startled, she turned to look at him.
“How can you stop him?” she whispered.
“I'll kill him,” Wolf stated.
“No. Don't you see? He is grieving. He's like a wounded animal. I can't forgive the lies he told you, but I understand his pain. I loved Abby too,” Casey said. She began weeping. “Abby's passing was an accident. If you murder David, I will really be responsible for the loss of a life. Please don't. I couldn't live with the guilt. It would consume me.”
Wolf moved to her and gathered her shaking body against him. He was remembering another who was filled with compassion and humanity. He remembered her need to avoid causing another pain. He had respected her for it; he could do no less with Casey.
“I won't kill him,” Wolf promised. Gently, he stroked the back of her hair, thinking.
The thought of how to keep her safe once they were found troubled him. He couldn't stay with her. She would be leading her own life. She would be unaware of how to keep herself safe from one of his kind. Even if he put the word out she was an innocent, there were others who could be contracted. Though Wolf did not love her, he was fond of her. He didn't want her to die because of another's delusions. The problem was indeed a quandary. Something he would have to consider to a great length.
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