He gripped her neck from behind. He had her. She wouldn’t dominate him anymore. He might be lying on his back with his cock in her hand, but he moved her where he wanted her. He brought her down on top of his cock until her steaming wetness converged on him from all sides.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered.
Her noises from bedroom whimpers to high-pitched cries. She struggled against his mighty grip to work his hard rod into her channel. She kept it circling in ever-tighter spirals until it couldn’t go anywhere else. Her weight sink down on it. Its rigid length pressed into her opening.
May yanked her breast out of Arryn’s mouth. She heaved above him to ride his hips. She propped her arms against his chest and worked herself down on his rod. He watched her from below. She could do this all by herself. He didn’t have to worry about hurting her.
Pale blush flashed across her cheeks. She sobbed and swooned. Then her eyes snapped alert to his gaze again. Drunken whiplashes rippled down her magnificent body to grind her hips against his cock. She didn’t stop until his head popped inside.
May groaned and lolled forward. She rested her forehead on his shoulder, but he was inside. That’s all that mattered. He folded her in his arms, but they were together. She melted over him, and her inner muscles relaxed to let his shaft glide the rest of the way in. She whimpered in his ear. He cradled her in his protective might. He would never hurt her—never. He loved her beyond belief.
The moment his cock slotted into place against her deepest insides, the tremors rocked her faster and harder than ever. She contracted in his arms, and her hips bucked forward. She drove him in to his limit and immediately undulated back out to slip his cock to her entrance.
He solidified his hold on her. He clutched her against him, but he couldn’t stop those quaking waves surging through her. They moved her back and forth against his cock whether he wanted them to or not. He wanted them to, but he worried about May.
She struck him into her much harder than he would ever have dared to do it himself. He would have worked slowly, gently, lightly. He would have driven her crazy with his sensitive strokes. He would never slam his cock against her cervix the way she did.
She screamed louder with every devastating pump. She sank her teeth into his earlobe and shrieked. He could only lie still and match her. He thrust his hips into the air to pound her, but she already came down with all her might on his upturned cock. She jumped into the air and pounced on it to slap her ass against his hips. Her juices spattered all over him and stung his thighs when she pulled away.
He battled against her incessant driving to sit up. He heaved her back on his lap. He scooted down the bed until he got his legs over the side. He set his feet on the floor and tilted her almost to his knees.
She rotated in his embrace. Her hair swooped, and her head lolled. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she groaned against the solid meat inside her. He turned her in circles on his cock until he touched every pleasure spot along her channel.
She went limp in his grasp. Her chest lay exposed in front of his face. He lifted her to his mouth, plucked her delicate nipples between his lips, and laid her back again. She sagged before him. She complied with every nuance of his muscles. She softened to putty in his hands. She no longer shattered herself to pieces on his hard prick.
He brought her back to meet his mouth. He gave her delicious little kisses growing to monstrous devouring, wolfing kisses. Little by little, he worked her into the same earth-shattering frenzy.
She snuck up on him so he didn’t realize her passion grew to such proportions. All at once, her hips bucked. She plowed down on him faster and harder than ever. She ground her dripping tissues on his cock. She undulated against his hold until he couldn’t keep control of her.
She cinched her inner muscles around him to keep him embedded inside her. Every blistering slap of her pelvis on his lap tightened around him. She squeezed him inside her so he couldn’t get away. He ached and grunted with the effort, but he willed himself to keep up with her galloping rhythm.
He marshalled all his strength to wrestle her onto her back. He tackled her over on the bed and lunged on top of her. He pegged her to the bed as hard as he dared. She only howled louder. Her voluptuous body writhed under him, and she hurled her hips up to meet his strikes.
He jammed his arms into the bed to gain some leverage. He arched back to gaze down at her lust-ravaged face. She bared her teeth and bellowed up at him. He never saw any woman so ferocious and insatiable.
In that moment, she was pure she-bear. She was no maiden flower winking in the spring breeze. She was raw, animal, powerful, and utterly unstoppable. She hunted her quarry, and she hungered after him. She took what she wanted. She never quit until she satisfied her unbridled desires.
If he held himself back before, he let go now. He could never hurt her by loving her. He could never harm her fulfilling his destiny by becoming her mate. She wanted this, and giving it to her made him stronger and happier than he could remember being in his life.
If she wanted him, she could have him. She could have every inch of his flesh. She could have his cock and his seed and his kisses and his hands. She could have every day of his life to satisfy her raging lusts. The more, the better.
His own burning need took hold of him. He didn’t have to think. His body worked to its own rhythm, and that pounding drumbeat spoke to her body in return. He stepped back out of the way and let nature take its course. Bodies and tides and seasons understood these things better than Arryn could. Who was he to question them?
She crossed her wrists behind his neck. Her hips bumped him moving up when he drove down on top of her. Sweat stung his chest where he touched her breasts. Her body rocked and quivered up and down when he smashed into her.
Her mouth hung open in a devastating O. She screeched to the heavens, but no one heard her. Bruins’ Peak brought them together, and Bruins’ Peak bore witness to their ultimate completion. They would never leave that cottage the way they entered it. They would leave it together for all time.
He sensed the mounting torrent of explosive climax creeping up on him, but he couldn’t slacken his pace if he tried. He whined down at her. She understood. He locked his forehead against hers. He couldn’t do this without her help, without her caring for him and protecting him from the storm. She was the storm, and she offered him the only safe harbor against the onslaught.
He gritted his teeth, but the painful rasping gasps still ripped from his parched lungs. How could he ever get there? How could he cope with the pain? His cock and his balls hurt so bad he wanted to fall weeping against her neck. She would sooth him. She would take care of him. She would pet him and kiss him, and everything would be okay.
All at once, he felt himself falling, tumbling down a long, dark cavern. His cock turned to jelly, and his nuts spasmed so tight he couldn’t stand it. He collapsed into her arms, but the terrible explosion rocked him to his core. He convulsed against her. Sweat trickled down his sides and wet the bed. His cock jumped inside her, but her muscles still stroked it in time to its squirting eruption.
She growled into his ear. She kissed his burning forehead and rubbed the back of his neck. She slung her legs around his back and rocked him in her nether embrace. He hid his face in the pillow and roared ‘til he was hoarse. His cock wouldn’t stop pulsing inside her, even when he went limp from the pain. His hot load fizzled inside her, and the heavenly stars twinkled into darkness.
50. Chapter 11
May threaded her fingers through Arryn’s hair. She could lie back on the bed and study every pore of his skin now. No one could stop her. He was all hers. She could taste and touch and smell him for the rest of her life.
He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but when she touched his sensitive places, his midsection contracted and his breath caught. His nostrils flared, and he always responded when she kissed him.
He didn’t open his eyes. “It’s getting dark.”
She glanc
ed at the window. “So it is.”
“Don’t you think you better be getting home? Your parents will wonder where you are.”
“Silas will tell them.”
His eyes snapped open to stare at her. Then he closed them again. “You have to go back sometime.”
May laughed at him. “You’re the man about town. I’m just a country girl. People around here care a lot more about you disappearing than me.”
His brown irises shone out of the clear whites of his eyes. “Is that what you think? You think I’m the man about town and you’re just a country girl? That’s a new spin on the situation, don’t you think?”
She lifted her head off the pillow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You thought I was a poor country boy with no electricity and no ice cream. Now you say I’m a man about town.”
She couldn’t stop smiling. “I only meant you’re the guest of honor, like. The Alphas all want to talk to you. They’ll be converging on Dunlap Homestead to sit at your feet and drink in your pearls of wisdom.”
He grasped two big fistfuls of her ass and hauled her toward him. “I’ll give you my pearls of wisdom to drink, baby. Come on. Sit at my feet and open your mouth.”
She flung one leg over his body. “Listen to you and your dirty talk. I’m talking about the alliance, fool.”
“I know that, baby. I’m just teasing.”
She kissed his chest and flicked his nipple with her tongue. “Anyway, now that we’re mated, you can have all the ice cream you want.”
He froze in her arms. She licked his nipple one more time, but he didn’t react. She looked up at him, but he only stared out the window where the grey dusk settled over the forest. “Babe?”
He blinked, but when he caught her watching him, he closed his eyes. “Yeah?”
She scooted up the bed to confront him. “What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you don’t like ice cream.”
He bit back a smile, but he didn’t open his eyes. “I like ice cream. I like it a lot.”
“So what’s the problem?”
He took a deep breath and locked his gaze on her face. “I like ice cream and I like you, but I won’t be having any more ice cream. I’m not staying on Bruins’ Peak, and if we have any future at all together, you won’t, either.”
May opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She could only stare at him. “You’re…you’re leaving?”
“I have to. I can’t stay here.”
“Why not? Why can’t we stay here? Dad would probably settle a go chunk of land on you, and the cousins would all help you build your own house. You’re not worried about Shaw, are you?”
He closed his arms around her. “I’m not worried about Shaw, and I’m sure your family would be very generous. I never planned to take a mate here, but even loving you the way I do, I can’t stay. Do you remember what I said about Renegade Ridge? NightShade don’t leave the Ridge—ever. I belong there. I can’t live anywhere else, and I won’t. That’s all there is to it.”
She had to remind herself to blink. He still planned to leave Bruins’ Peak, even after everything he’d seen? How could he? How could he make love to her like that and tell her he loved her, only to walk out of her life?
He observed her reaction to his words. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I never thought about it before. I thought you would want to stay here.”
He cocked his head to one side. “What made you think that?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t think you would want to go back to a life of hardship and poverty. I thought you would want…”
“You thought I would want to stay where I could have as much ice cream as I wanted.”
May pursed her lips. “Don’t joke about this. I thought you would want to stay where I am.”
He propped himself up on one elbow. “Listen to me. For this to work, we have to agree. I wouldn’t be going back to a life of hardship and poverty. I would be going back to a life of family and connection and belonging. That’s what you would have if we stayed here, but I wouldn’t have it. I can’t stay here. It’s impossible.”
“Why? Can’t you at least tell me that?”
He narrowed his eyes at her. He remained silent so long May started to worry. Maybe he didn’t love her after all. Maybe he would break her heart if she didn’t go with him.
His words blasted all the shadows from her mind. “I love you, May. I love you more than anyone in the world, but I belong on Renegade Ridge. If we’re truly meant to be together, you belong on Renegade Ridge, too.”
“How can I?” she wailed. “How can I belong to a world without electricity and connectivity and commerce? How can I belong to a world of cooking on open fires and lugging buckets of water from streams? I could never live like that.”
Another long silence stretched into the lengthening twilight.
“I have to trust you, May,” he murmured. “I have to be honest with you. I can’t lie to you and tell you this will be easy. You’ll have to leave everyone you know behind. You might be able to visit sometimes, but you’ll have to commit yourself to the Ridge and to the NightShade. You’ll become NightShade, the same way Ash did. He came to the Ridge a Bruin. Now he’s NightShade, just like the rest of us.”
“How could I do that?” she moaned. “How could I live without…without ice cream?”
He didn’t laugh. He didn’t even smile. He understood what she really meant to say. He held her close until her heart stopped racing.
May pried herself out of his arms. “What’s it really like up there? Is it really rough and hard and painful all the time?”
“No.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “It’s beautiful and wonderful. It’s comfortable and warm and soft. It’s the nicest life you could possibly imagine.”
She shook her head against all her rising alarm. She couldn’t leave. She couldn’t uproot herself to live somewhere else. Didn’t she belong to Bruins’ Peak just as much as he belonged to Renegade Ridge? Wouldn’t she wither and die if she left it?
She would wither and die if she left him. Of that she was certain. She buried her face in his shoulder. “I love you.”
He whispered into her hair, “I love you, too. I can’t live without you. I have to go back, and I have to take you with me.”
She stifled a sob. How could such a joyous moment end in this disaster? How could she be so happy one minute and so devastated the next? Leave Bruins’ Peak? She might be able to leave it for a world of comfort and ease like the one she left behind. How could she leave it for a world of toil and drudgery, a world of cold and smoke and dirt-floored hovels?
What would her family say when they found out? Her parents would try to dissuade her. What about Silas? Would he still approve of her mating with Arryn if he knew Arryn wanted to take her away? How could she face her family?
She dared not regret coming up to this cottage. She refused to wish she never mated with Arryn. He was the other half of her soul. She couldn’t live without him, either. She had to cling to him, no matter what. She could endure any deprivation, if only she came home at the end of the day.
His breath warmed her scalp. “Talk to me, baby.”
She clamped her eyes shut, and a single tear squeezed out to cool his skin. “I can’t do this.”
“Is it really all that bad?”
“I just don’t know if I can face it.”
She really meant she couldn’t face the decision. Once she made up her mind to do it, she would follow through and that would be that. She would never look back, and she would never regret that decision, either. Making the decision itself—that was another hurdle altogether.
“Never mind,” he murmured. “Just leave it alone for now. We’re here, and we’re together. That’s all that matters. Let tomorrow take care of itself.”
Those words sounded so simple. What if tomorrow didn’t take care of itself? What if this problem tore them apart? What if…what if…what if…?
/> In her heart, she already knew the answer. Problems like this didn’t tear Bruins apart. They wouldn’t tear NightShade apart, either. She and Arryn would solve this problem, and they would be together.
Then she realized the thought that just crossed her mind. She called herself NightShade. She was NightShade, just like him. She wasn’t a Bruin anymore. She ceased to be one when she mated with him. His semen and his saliva and his sweat planted their roots in her being and changed her from the inside.
She no longer belonged on Bruins’ Peak. She would leave it for a strange world she barely understood. She would grow and change and have children. She would mature and grow old and die, just like her father. Someone else would take over the MacAllister tribe. A new generation would rise on Bruins’ Peak, and she would live miles away from it all. She might never see them again.
51. Chapter 12
Aiken paced across the living room at Dunlap Homestead. His father Jasper chopped his hand through the air. “Will you keep still, boy? You’re making everybody nervous with your fidgeting.”
Aiken came to a standstill next to Arryn. “Sorry, Dad. I can’t help it.”
“You better learn to help it,” Jasper shot back. “Look at Arryn. He’s standing still like a man, and he’s the one everybody’s coming to see. You don’t see him wringing his hands and wearing out the carpet. If you can’t keep still, then leave the room.”
Aiken hung his head. “Yes, sir.”
Arryn clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, man. I’m just as nervous as you. Standing still is just my way of dealing with it.”
Aiken stuck his hands in his pockets and pulled them out again. He rubbed his palms together. He let out a puff of air. He started to turn around to pace across the room again when Boyd walked in. “The Farrells are here.”
A bright blue Chevy Suburban pulled up in front of the white picket fence. Through the living room window, Arryn and the Dunlaps watched a group of sturdy men got out. They gathered in a close knot and all converged on the house at the same time. Brody, Austin, and Mattox filed into the living room. They nodded and shook hands down the line of men.
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