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by Devil's Pact (lit)

  Wetting her lips, she parted her thighs and arched her hips. She was prepared to take him. She was soaked and aching for him. Her breath came quick and her heart pounded in her chest as her eyes followed every muscled movement. He climbed on the bed, a dangerous mountain lion in heat. The long and powerful muscles of his thighs contracting as he moved over her on all fours.

  She knew he could no longer contain the fury lacing his arousal. It burned bright, emanated off him in heated waves. She could feel it searing her damp skin from the inside out.

  Caught off guard, she wasn’t afraid, only somewhat wary. She knew he’d never hurt her. That the rage, his lust, the desperate flame of need would only add to their depraved pleasure, heighten the sensations, intensify her orgasm. Still, the only other time he had come close to being this angry was the rifle incident. She had pushed him too far once again. To a new level of tortured lust, a dark carnal fury surged out of control that added an edge of erotic desire and flared her own desperate need.

  “It’s always been ‘bout this,” He growled, his voice husky, furious. Rising between her thighs, he gripped her hips. His thighs pushed hers further apart. Instinctively, her muscles tightened as she felt the swollen head of his cock lodged at the narrow slit of her body.

  “This is what you want.”

  She cried out as he pushed inside her, deep and hard. He stretched the soft folds, filled the narrow passage, immersing her in an instant climax. She fought for breath, trembling from the extreme pleasure spiraling through her. She fed on the hard and deep strokes plunging inside her convulsing pussy.

  “I can feel your tight pussy gripping me, your orgasm coating me, making it easy for me to fuck you longer. You and me. We were made for each other.” He was breathing rough, fighting to regain a resemblance of control as his body tore into hers. “Say it, Megan,” he ordered, his voice a desperate, tormented plea.

  Whimpering, she felt every thick inch of his heated flesh pull her apart, stretch her muscles, filling her vagina clear to her womb with each powerful, deep thrust.

  “Say it.”

  “Yes…yes,” she panted. “I’ve wanted you from the beginning.” On a hard, hot penetration, she bucked against him, her body on fire. She wasn’t ready for this. Not this. His thrusts too intense, ramming against her hips, sending her sliding across the bed. His cock drove deeper into her womb, burning her insides. The pleasure seared her senses, piercing her tender flesh to the point it was almost painful. She wasn’t sure if she could handle more, but was willing to die trying. “Oh, Lord, yes. Like this.”

  “You can’t ever leave me.”

  She shook her head and threw her hands around his neck. Her fingers twisted in his auburn locks. She fought to grab onto anything as he drove deeper, her head pushing the pillows into the headboard.

  “I’ll find you. No matter where you go. I’ll find you.” He stared down at her, his gaze dark, crazed, dangerous.

  She could only arch against him and answer him with her body. That’s where she wanted to be. Wanted him.

  “Anyone else, and I’ll kill ‘em. You know I’ll kill any man who touches you.”

  Then why had he brought Caleb into the relationship?

  “Devin…Devin,” she breathed between heavy gasps for air. “I don’t want anyone else. Just you…like this.” Her breasts were swollen, her nipples so hard, they hurt. She felt the hunger and arousal grow deep in her core, caught sight of the desperate, tortured lust blazing deep in his eyes and something else. She gasped, couldn’t believe what she saw in his darkened depths, as though someone else, something else entirely, animalistic, savage, obsessed to the point of madness beyond human.

  “Like this, Megan.” He tightened his hold on her hips, withdrew completely, then quickly thrust in hard and deep. Her inner muscles protested, gripping him, tightening around his heated flesh “And this.” She trembled beneath the strength of his penetration of her, felt the sensations multiply, pressure intensify, the pleasure heighten deep in her body. “And this,” he growled with dark sexuality as he pulled out then pushed in again, harder and fiercer than ever before. “And this.”

  Her head thrashed on the bed. It was happening again—so tight, so close. She gasped for breath. Her hips bucked to meet each savage, forceful thrust tearing into her, he pounded into her sensitive clit. She fought back the screams of carnal pleasure and the hot and frenzied sensations washing over her. Her vaginal muscles spasmed around him, the never-ending release draining from her body, weakening her as the maddening, torturous eroticism continued.

  Riding the flow of passion, she could feel the total dominance and extreme sexuality coiling in his veins. He needed to possess her as surely as the sweat dripped from his body, in his every feral impalement that seemed to rip her apart, pierce her heart, and claim her soul, in the heat of his words. Yet even as it took over her body, left her breathless, she wanted to beg for more.

  “No talk of small dicks. They can’t give you what I can. No one knows you like I do. You’ve got a taste of my cock, so big it stretches your pussy. Rubs against your clit. You come as soon as I stick it in your tight pussy.” His voice was harsh, agonized as he slammed into her drenched cunt with brutal abandon. The liquid heat centered where their bodies joined, filled the room with sopping sounds of rhythmic possession. One hand tightened behind her neck to keep her from crashing into the headboard and another dug into her hip to hold her in place. “I can only give you pleasure like that. Satisfy those desires that frighten other women. You want them. Need them. Crave ‘em. You can’t ever go back.”

  “Fuck me! Fuck me hard. My pussy, my mouth. My ass. Wherever! I want only you.” Her blood was on fire, the raging lust coursing through her body as the pleasure strengthened inside her. Clinging to him, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the madness. The large bed shook beneath them with each powerful thrust that drove her lust higher. The driving force, burning pain, insanely intense pleasure between her thighs swept her into a maelstrom of exploding sensations throughout her body, tossing her closer to ecstasy. “I love you, Devin.”

  His mouth took hers in a possessive kiss that stole her breath. She moaned against him, tongue to tongue, savoring his taste, devouring him with her hunger. She laid her claim as her pussy tightened and her body stiffened beneath him, seeking the lustful pitch over the edge that would send her senses careering into orgasmic oblivion.

  He pulled back, then rammed himself into her, hard and forceful. She exploded, her scream drowning in his mouth. Her nails dug in the hard muscles along his back and her legs tightened around his waist. Another hard, hot penetration, and she felt his cock swell, thicken, harden. With a potent, powerful thrust, she felt hot jets of semen spurt down her cavernous depths, filling her as her vaginal muscles milked him, clenched his pulsing cock. His lusty cry of erotic pleasure joined hers as his body jerked with his fierce climax. He collapsed upon her, grunting her name, burying his face in the curve of her throat.

  His heart beat wildly and his breath was warm and rough against her skin. His arms wrapped tightly around her. Their connection was intact, more than physical. Megan felt him. She was surrounded by him. His strength. His heat. His scent. His possession. His surrender.

  Chapter 26

  “Devin left over a week ago, Megan. He didn’t tell you when he’d return. This is what he wanted. When are you going to realize it?”

  Megan stared absently at the cold cup of coffee sitting in front of her as she sat across from Caleb. She shook her head wistfully, refusing to answer and admit Caleb was right.

  After their most impassioned night of lovemaking, Devin had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around her, holding her close throughout the night. She believed it meant he changed his mind about leaving. Shocked her the following morning when out of the blue, he announced he was going away and didn’t know when he’d return. They exchanged a few heated words, which left no doubt in her mind Devin wanted her to go through with the pact he and Caleb
had made. He took the girls to school that morning, and she hadn’t seen him since. He left her only with memories after the passion marks on her neck and breasts faded. The bruises on her thighs and rear and the tenderness between her thighs faded days later.

  “Did he at least tell you where he was going?”

  “No,” she answered softly without raising her gaze. Thoughts of Devin jumbled in her mind. Always of Devin.

  “He didn’t tell you where he was going or when he’d return. It could be next week, next year. You don’t know.” His tone was somber.

  A short silence ensued. He sighed heavily.

  She sat there, didn’t move. She traced the floral pattern on her coffee cup with her eyes and remembered his scent, the feel of his flesh in her hands, his taste on her lips…

  “Its time you and I were married.” Caleb’s voice was soft, cajoling as he posed the one question she didn’t want to hear.

  Abruptly, she raised her gaze. The words hung heavy between them, draining the air from her lungs.

  “You need the protection of a husband.”

  She could hear the concern in his voice and see the love in his eyes, a love that was mirrored in hers. She knew he was right. The answer he longed to hear was on the tip of her tongue. Her heart was winning the battle over her conscience, she couldn’t form the single syllable.

  “The girls need a father. Your closest neighbors are Rosalinda and her ranch hands. We know what sort they are. I’m surprised Rosalinda has kept them around.”

  Megan covered her mouth daintily as though she’d belched. Instead she hid the smirk, threatening to turn into a full-fledged laugh. Apparently, Caleb didn’t know what sort of gal Rosalinda was.

  Crossing her hands in her lap, she managed half a smile and wondered why she couldn’t come right out and say yes. Five years ago, there wouldn’t have been any hesitation. Caleb was handsome. Gorgeous. She needed him. Wanted him. Loved him. Dreamt of him for nearly ten years.

  “Are you sure you still want to marry me?”

  Caleb stood and walked around the table. Her heart fluttered as she watched him. His dark navy suit that set off the blue in his eyes and made his blond hair shine like fine silk. Noticeable underneath the fashionable trousers, the subtle flex of his large, muscular thighs had her fingers itching to feel him. Dear Lord, she thought, never had she seen a man look so good in and out of his clothes. Devin was handsome in a rugged, primal sort of way that made her tremble. Caleb turned her insides to warm mush.

  With his hands on her upper arms, he encouraged her to stand. She did so readily, turning into the comfort of his embrace as he urged her around to face him.

  “Megan,” he said softly.

  She closed her eyes, laid her head against his chest and sighed.

  He smoothed her hair with his hand, then tucked her head under his chin protectively. “After all we’ve been through, you still have doubts?”

  Her greatest fear was hearing shame or disappointment in his voice. Hearing only tenderness pierced her heart. She had lost him once. She fought the tears welling behind her eyes at the thought of losing him again. She didn’t know if she could survive a permanent separation. She dreaded her task but she needed to know. Pulling away enough to look at him, she gingerly whispered, “You’re willing to share me with another man.”

  Caleb didn’t hesitate. “Yes. Honestly, it’s not the most desirous of arrangements. What man wouldn’t want you for himself?”

  She studied his expression. Unbelievably, his gaze held love and understanding. In the depths, there was an unexpected flare of arousal. The thought of sharing her with another man seemed to incite his deepest wanton spirit even as he spoke. Devin had taken it upon himself to not only corrupt her, launch her into an existence of dark and depraved sexual excesses, cravings for the most carnal passions, but he’d dragged Caleb into this as well. Her body started to tingle with her own lust-filled desires and the memories of their last impassioned encounter.

  “But if it’s the only way you’d agree to marry me, then yes, a thousand times, yes.”

  Releasing the breath she held, she felt a single tear roll down her cheek. Caleb was beyond belief. She felt guilty, ashamed. It was her fault he was involved in this deplorable situation. He was too good for her. Despite feeling undeserving, she couldn’t turn him away. She was unable to deny she wanted him too damned much. She flattened her hands against the hard planes of his chest, the muscled contours beneath his shirt, and melted into his strength. The warmth of his hands and the sheer proximity of his body were arousing a familiar heat and ache between her thighs. Lust, plain and hot, pulsed through her body.

  It had been eleven days, two hours, and fifteen minutes since she allowed herself to feel anything. Eleven days, two hours, and fifteen minutes since she allowed anyone to touch her. Eleven days, two hours and fifteen minutes since Devin left her. She wanted Caleb to touch her, hold onto her and never let her go.

  “Oh, Caleb,” she breathed, gliding her arms underneath his jacket and around his waist, drawing him closer. She inhaled the fresh masculine scent of him, reveled in the broad length of his virile body pressed hard against hers. She felt her breast swell and her nipples harden beneath her blouse. Moving against him, she scraped the peaks of her breasts over the layers of fabric separating them, letting him feel her arousal, her need for him. “Heaven help me. I want to say yes, but I need more time. Please try and understand.”

  He closed his eyes and groaned as his hands splayed, running down her back. Cupping the curve of her bottom, he flattened her against his erection. “How can you ask me to wait when I ache each night dying to make love to you? I wake every morning dreaming of you by my side.”

  It broke her heart to hear the pain and anguish in his voice, to know she was the cause of his sorrow was unbearable. Yet she couldn’t stop thinking of her love for Devin. She wanted to scream at the injustice of it all. Scream that she wanted him. Wanted them both. Needed them both. She couldn’t possibly say yes to one without risk losing the other. Deep down, she knew it. And Caleb had to have known it, also. Their pact couldn’t possibly work, no matter how much they wanted it to.

  “It’s like asking me to choose between Shelby and Emma. I love them both. I can’t give up either one.” Megan was an Adams, and Adamses were known to face insurmountable odds head-on. They always held true to her roots. At this moment, she wanted to run, to hide her face in the pillows and cry come cold September.

  His held her, and as she moved, it tightened, preventing her from walking away as she did the past week each time he brought up the subject of marriage. She looked up at him and had to blink when she saw the torment, the desperate longing radiating in the deep blue pools.

  “I’m not asking you to give him up. Only to love me while I’m with you.”

  His voice was soft and sweet, conveying the words she longed to hear. He lowered his head, and she lifted her face, parting her lips in anticipation. She knew it was coming. Truthfully, she looked forward to it. She wanted to feel something, anything other than the heartache tearing her soul apart. His hot, moist tongue slipped between her inviting lips, stroking her desire. She moaned softly as he kissed her hard, hungrily and desperately.

  On tiptoes, she flung her hands around his neck, lifting herself as she drank greedily from his mouth. She yielded to the eroticism as his tongue tangled with hers. She rubbed against the hard length pressed into her belly. He pulled her closer, grinding his cock into the vee of her thighs. Her little whimper melted between their mouths as her body burned with lust and her cunt tightened with need.

  She arched against him as his hand cupped her breast, kneading the mound in the heat of his palm. Her body was responding, hot and wet for him. Preparing itself for him. His fingers gripped the peak, caressing and pulling the bud beneath the flimsy material, tearing a gasp from her throat as shivers of awareness and pure excitement raced down her spine.

  She felt his thick shaft throb against her as he
rocked his hips into hers. Holding her close with his hand on the small of her back, he encouraged her backward, toward her bedroom.

  Breaking the feverish kiss, she pulled away. She swallowed tightly, starting at him. Her body was saying yes, but her heart was saying no. That was their bedroom. Hers and Devin’s.

  He ran an agitated hand through his hair. His eyes flared with shock, confusion. He growled, “Megan, you’re killing me. What’s wrong now?” He sounded ready to boil over with need. The suppressed lust drew his body tight.

  Without a word, she led him by the hand to the sofa. The heat of his skin seared her flesh. She was so aware of his presence beside her, the sexual tension rushing through their bodies, her knees grew weak. Her breathing came fast and shallow. There was no denying what was about to happen. What she had to do.

  She took a seat on the small sofa and patted the space next to her. Caleb sat beside her, the vivid hunger stark in his eyes. “Kiss me, Caleb,” she whispered. No sooner than she finished the last word, she felt the soft warmth of his lips on hers.

  * * * *

  Caleb kissed her softly, gently. Tasting her sweetness, savoring her warmth, her rosy fragrance imbued in her smooth skin as he fought the need to devour her with his hunger. She slowly allowed her desire to dispel any hesitation or wariness. Rather than demand her acceptance, he wanted her to surrender to him willingly.

  “Meg,” he breathed against her cheek as his lips moved to the spot behind her ear that made her moan and her nipples harden. He remembered her body so well, the touches that made her shiver. Her left nipple was more sensitive than her right. He remembered how her hips would jerk as he curled his finger inside her body. She’d whimper, body flush, and her juices would soak his hand. He didn’t know how to bring her relief then, but he sure as hell knew now. Between nips and soft suckles, he lapped the spot with his tongue. She shuddered beneath him, and he confessed, “I need you.”