“Among others.” Her fingers on his chin were shy, delicate and very welcome. “I really don’t think you have any idea how crazy you make me.”
He snuggled his cock a little deeper into her, stopping the minute she tensed, taking the edge off her awareness. “You could show me.”
Red color flooded her face. The heat in her chest and cheeks drew his lips. “No way in hell.”
“Your swearing is not acceptable,” he whispered against the curve of her cheek. He switched her hands to one of his, smiling when she blinked at the speed of the maneuver. Her back arched naturally with the pressure, presenting her breasts for his delectation. He opened his fingers, stretching them out to encompass her fullness into the cradle of his palm, following her back as she sank into the mattress, sliding his fingers up until they encompassed her nipple. He pinched it lightly. Her cry whipped past his ear as he ordered, “You will cease to do so.”
Her breath sucked in on a retort. He caught her earlobe in his teeth, biting down slowly, gently. Her breath hissed out on a sigh of bliss.
“Can you feel yourself opening for me?” he whispered in her ear, encouraging her muscles to spread farther with a steady pressure. She nodded. “Does it feel good?”
“Scary,” she gasped. “You’re too big.”
He shook his head at her foolishness. “You will come to appreciate it.”
He nudged forward. Her body tightened on him as if to resist, but her strength was nothing compared to his, and on his next bite, the tight ring of her vagina closed behind the head of his cock.
“Oh God.” She tried to move. He held her down with the weight of his body, easing her stress with a thought, taking the pain of the stretching into himself, needing a break as he assimilated the feminine distress into his own raging need.
“Be easy, mate.” He pulled her arms a little farther up, feeling the spike of her desire with the increased restraint. “Let yourself feel me.”
She didn’t have any choice. Eden arched beneath Deuce, into the heat of his body, the stretching in her arms somehow magnifying the stretching in her vagina, pulling the two sensations into an ache she had to satisfy. She ran her tongue over her dry lips, tasting Deuce as she felt him, needing more. She dug her heels into the mattress, and pushed up, accomplishing nothing more than adding the strain in her calves to the strain in the rest of her body. His chuckle burned into the curve of her shoulder and neck. She felt the brush of his fangs and the scrape of his nails as he pinned her down. She was helpless beneath him. Completely open and vulnerable. Her body wept with her pleasure. “Deuce…”
“Do not try to move.” The order vibrated down her spine, spread to her center, to end on a flutter in her womb. “Just feel me.”
She couldn’t do anything else as he pressed forward, his cock a huge alien presence in her narrow channel. She had the impression of pain, but no sensation of it. There was only the overwhelming reality as his big body took slow possession of hers.
And then he stopped. Above her his chest expanded and glistened with perspiration in the low light. His head tilted back. The strong muscles in his throat jerked as he took a breath.
“What’s wrong?”
He looked down. She didn’t think he saw her until he blinked. “You are very tight.”
“I told you we wouldn’t fit.” She tugged at her hands. He didn’t let go, just caught her gaze with his, all the hunger she felt throbbing in him, swirling in his eyes as he surged deeper. Her breath caught in her lungs. The pressure increased to incredible proportions. The smallest of smiles touched his lips as his hand skated over her stomach and drifted over her pubic mound, bumping the ring so prominently placed. Sharp stings of delight drove down to her core. A sharper tug left her gasping as he slid his finger through the center, drawing it out in exquisite torment as his other finger came to rest against her swollen clit.
“I was not complaining, mate.”
She just bet. She shifted beneath him to relieve the pressure. The red in his eyes flared. His pleasure spilled into the air around them. He groaned, jerked and gave her more of himself.
“Oh God!”
“I have you, Edie.”
No he didn’t, and that was the problem. There was simply no more room inside her, but he didn’t stop, just kept pressing forward, and her body, her stupid body kept encouraging him with hungry pulses of entreaty and a steady flow of thick cream—not remembering or caring how he got thicker toward the base, seemingly equally hungry for the pressure and the pain.
She bit her lip and closed her eyes, letting the wave flow over her, the foreign sensations taking charge, moving forward with a surety she could only envy, taking her to a destination only they seemed to understand.
Go with it.
The order filtered through the distraction, trembling on the edge of her mind. Had he spoken, or mentally whispered the words?
A sharp tug on the ring centered her attention lower and the question was lost amidst a new swirl of sensation. Deuce’s thumb brushed her clit, inching higher before a steady draw centered her pleasure firmly in his hand. All thought ceased as he rubbed and tugged her into acceptance. His cock slid deeper. Pain speared hot and high, riding her pleasure, weaving through it, making it more than it was, more than she could bear, more than she could resist.
Deuce’s “Is it too much?” wavered in and out of her consciousness. She didn’t know how to answer. She didn’t know whether to scream or beg. He stretched her to the point of pain while pleasuring her past the point of bearing, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more—something more to make all the sensation buffeting her coalesce into something she could understand. She shook her head and bit her lip. Her reward was another tug on the ring and more of Deuce’s cock.
“Wrap your legs around my hips.”
She lifted her right leg. His cock shifted within her, inspiring another stab of pleasure-pain. She hesitated, absorbing the reality that to complete the move would allow him deeper access.
The flesh above her clit pulled tight in a new way. The angle and pressure changed. He was twisting the ring. The knowledge as much as the sensation had her nearly weeping with an agony of need.
“Now the other.” She was moving before he completed the order, logic buried beneath primitive need. She wanted to belong to him. Needed to give herself to him as he wanted. Needed to take all of him. Her left leg wrapped around his waist. One ankle hooked over the other, leaving her wide open, her hips tilted for maximum penetration.
His cock sank a fraction of an inch deeper and the glory inched a bit higher. “Yes. Accept me. Take me.”
She did, shards of liquid lightning sparking to life, ricocheting through her pussy before shooting straight to her womb as Deuce rubbed her clit between his finger and thumb, drawing it away from her body as he pulled on the ring, catching the pain of his increased possession and melding it into the pleasure, making it more than it was. More than she could stand. Something had to give somewhere. She couldn’t take this.
“Squeeze down, Edie.”
She tried but she couldn’t tell if she was succeeding.
“Harder.” She gave it everything she had, gasping with the effort and the sensations it caused. She could feel every pulse of his penis, every vein. Every whisper of movement.
“Now hold it.” The order blended with desire, driving it higher just as he pulled back, taking away the painful fullness she needed.
“No!”
The pressure changed direction, driving her swollen clit down onto the smooth flesh of his hard cock, forcing that engorged point to ride the surface of his shaft, as with one forward lunge he took her past her shyness and inhibitions, leaving her suspended on the peak of anticipation.
“Clench.”
He wanted too much from her. She groaned and refocused, trying to hold him when he pulled out, taking his thrust as he forged back in. His big cock rubbed her raw with its presence, delighting her beyond belief when it drove in, creating despair
when it withdrew.
Deuce picked up the pace from slow to easy. “Accept me, Edie.”
His possession was wild and thorough, nothing like she’d expected and more than she’d dreamed. With every thrust of his hips, Deuce pushed her harder than she’d ever been pushed, but soothed her when she took that little bit more, teasing her on the withdrawal, whispering to her of all she could have if she’d just take a little bit more. Just that much more.
With every thrust he forged deeper, with every pulse that flowed from him to her, the bond between them strengthened. His desire called to hers. His body called to hers. His mind called to hers. As the joy spiraled higher, pulled tighter, it became harder and harder to hold back. He commanded all that she was, his demand that she join him riding the edge of her desire, fueling it. Through the haze of approaching euphoria, she felt his mind reach for hers, and felt her resistance fall away as another thrust spiked higher, tighter. He drove into her over and over. Pleasured her again and again. His fingers on her clit tightened, squeezing hard, throwing her into the storm she was struggling to avoid.
“Come to me, mate.” The order reached through the confusion like a lifeline. She clutched it hard as reality threatened to splinter. “Now, Edie.”
She threw open the doors to her mind, inviting him in, only to be overwhelmed by his thoughts, emotions and the pure carnality with which he relished his possession.
No!
The cry shot through her pleasure, landing in the center of her desire, scattering the pleasure to the far corners of her mind. Foreign, feminine, but incredibly strong, it offered her a choice. A reminder. Eden latched onto that strength, slamming shut the door she’d just thrown open, pulling back into herself as Deuce’s climax crashed over her with the force of a tidal wave, his displeasure as tangible as his pleasure as she separated her mind from his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close as he shuddered and shook, feeling his cock pulse as he filled her with his hot seed, turning her mind from his even as she stroked his back, her thoughts her own, her body still aching for the release she’d denied it, fear rapidly replacing complacency. What had she done?
When he recovered, Deuce pulled himself up over her and looked down. His finger under her chin forced her gaze to his.
“Why?”
Chapter Sixteen
Deuce was not happy.
Eden slid out of the big bed, well aware that he watched her, knowing without having to feel his thoughts that he wanted a do-over. Equally determined not to give him one. He was too dangerous. When he took her in his arms she totally lost all her senses in a way that put them all in danger.
She made it one step from the bed before he spoke.
“Where do you go?”
She looked over her shoulder. He was propped up on the bed on his elbow, his hair falling around his shoulders. He didn’t look any more relaxed after coming. Every muscle in his torso appeared to be carved from stone. His cock, glistening from their lovemaking, lay across his powerful thigh, only slightly softened. It twitched beneath her look. Her womb clenched in sympathy, aching with unfulfilled desire. “To the bathroom.”
His gaze was as knowing as his expression was solemn. “You will not find relief there.”
She wasn’t sure if that was an order or a statement of fact. It didn’t matter. His seed tricked down her thigh. “Actually, I thought I’d clean up.”
“You are running away.”
“If I were running away, I’d plan on making it a lot farther than the bathroom.”
Not by a bat of an eyelash did he let on how her flippancy had to annoy him. His gaze dropped to her thighs. His nostrils flared. “If you wash off my seed, I will only replace it.”
“Now, that just sounds gross.” She continued to the bathroom as if his displeasure wasn’t beating at her.
His “You will not deny what’s between us, and you will not run from it” followed in her wake.
She looked over her shoulder at him. His head was tilted back in that arrogant way he had that just irked her to no end. He was too damn fond of issuing orders. She opened the bathroom door. “I’ll do whatever the hell I want.”
It felt good to close the door on the click of his teeth. Let him be frustrated. It was only fair. Her body was aching for the satisfaction she couldn’t have without giving up her soul.
She washed her hands and face. Looking in the mirror, she heard again the “Voice” in her head that she’d heard at the last moment. Deuce hadn’t been able to shield her.
They’d found her. She didn’t know whether the woman was friend or foe, but the fact that she’d found her meant the Coalition would not be far behind.
She glanced into the mirror and gasped for an entirely different reason. Her hair was a rat’s nest of curls flying all over the place. Her lips were red and swollen and her eyes haunted. She looked exactly what she was. A woman on the edge.
She touched the red mark on the top of her left breast. A remnant of Deuce’s passion. She glanced at the door, and the panic she’d been beating back since the “Voice” had burst into her mind returned full force.
In a minute, she had to go out there. She had to deny Deuce and herself. Again. She honestly didn’t know if she was strong enough. The more she stayed with Deuce the more she bonded with him. Which, she was beginning to believe, might be what her grandfather wanted and why she’d been allowed to escape. It had seemed too easy when she’d broken free, but trap or not, it hadn’t mattered. All that had mattered was getting Jalina to safety. But now she had to think further ahead. She had to explore the “whys”.
What if she’d only been let go to be used as a weapon against Deuce? What if they needed her to bond with Deuce in order to find her? Or worse, to further their experiments? As long as she stayed, both Deuce and her daughter were at risk. She had to accept that, to be strong enough for everyone. She took a deep breath and rested her head in her hands. She had to.
She wasn’t prepared for the arms that came around her and pulled her back against a warm chest. Deuce. The man could move so silently when he wanted. He turned her. “You will tell me why you are upset.”
She propped her elbows against his torso, her body naturally relaxing into the planes of his. “I have to go.”
“You cannot leave.”
“I can’t stay with you, bond with you.”
His hand opened on her spine, at once soothing and possessive. “It is already done.”
She fought the urge to melt into his chest. “Not all the way.”
“No. But it shall be.”
She touched his nipple with her finger, the way it beaded against her nail a tiny distraction from his silent demand that she look at him. “No. It won’t.”
His fingers tangled in her hair catching in a snarl, sending pings of sensual pleasure through her scalp. He tugged harder until he tipped her head back. “You cannot run from me.”
“I have to.”
“Why?”
“They’ve found me.”
The only indication of his surprise was the total stillness of his body. “You know this how?”
“When we were…” she waved her hand. Even standing here naked in his arms with his cock pressing into her stomach, she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
“When we joined?”
“Yes. At the last minute, I heard her.”
“Who?”
“The woman who finds me.”
His hand on her back tightened. “You will explain.”
“They have someone who can find me. You said that you can shield my thoughts but you can’t—couldn’t—and she found me.”
“How do you know?”
“She spoke to me.”
“What did she say?”
“No.”
His left eyebrow arched up. “Just no?”
“Yes.”
“What was she denying?”
She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. It’ll be just a matter of hours before th
ey get here. Once she finds me, they always come.” She opened her palm over his chest, feeling the strength of his heartbeat. “You have to leave here and take Jalina with you.” She glanced up. “Now.”
His thumb brushed her cheek. “If there is a need, we will all go.”
“You can leave one of the Others with me and go. I’ll catch up later.”
His thumb touched her mouth. His mind reached out to hers. She fought it back.
“Separation is not an option. There is no life for you without me.”
But there would be life for him and her daughter without her. She pushed his hair off his face. She brushed the hard line of his shoulder. “I’ll be okay, Deuce.”
“I know.” He lifted her up to sit on the edge of the vanity. “I will see to it.” He nudged between her thighs. “As I will now see to your need.”
He pulled her hips forward. She caught herself on her hands. His cock pushed between her legs, finding her aching core, promising her the relief she couldn’t accept. “I can’t.”
He pressed against her. Her body flowered around him, responding to the enticement of his, taking it in and amplifying it back, ignoring the dictates of her mind.
He had no compunction about using her weakness against her. He palmed her thighs, sliding his fingers around until he sank them into her buttocks, pulling her to him. “You will.”
Desire, lust and fear shot through her with the force of a bullet, tearing through every defense she had. She needed him. Oh God, she needed him.
I will always be here.
Heat flowed into the promise, sinking through her pores to settle into the cool metal of the joining ring, setting it to vibrating with the power of his determination. More heat radiated outward from his palms, tempting her to come closer, to wallow in him. “We can’t do this.”
“There is no can’t between us.”
The vibrations of the ring intensified sending aching pulses of lust pouring into her resolve, drowning it in a tangle of desire that was so much more. She needed Deuce. So much. Eden opened her hands, and pushed him away. “You have to let me go, Dusan.”
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