Burning Wild

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by Christine Feehan


  Emma shook her head. "Yes," she hissed, "but not like this. You're too big. You're . . ."

  "Exactly like this." He gave a small push with his hips and slid in another inch, watching her face, the pleasure rippling over her, the burning discomfort showing in the way her hips tried to pull back. "Any way. Every way. Say it, Emma. Say you're mine. Say you want this. Say you want me."

  He wasn't going to let her come back to him later and say she hadn't agreed. When she remained silent, staring up at him with that mixture of lust and fear, he pulled back just a little and felt her grasping at him. She cried out, her body following his.

  Satisfaction settled the hard knots in his belly. "Fucking say it."

  Her eyes locked with his. He could see the golden eyes of his cat staring back at him in the centers of her eyes. She licked her lips. Took a deep breath. Her body shuddered at her surrender. "I want this." Her voice trembled, came out in a soft rush.

  He clenched his teeth, rewarding her with another inch. Her body clamped down on his, squeezing him tightly. He fought to keep from burying himself deep. "That's not good enough. Admit that you belong to me. Say you're mine. Out loud, Emma."

  "Jake. Please." A sob escaped. "I do, I am. Whatever. Just please do something."

  He slammed his body into hers, tearing through her velvet folds, so slick and wet, fiery hot, tight as a fist, sheathing himself until he bumped her cervix hard, taking it further, forcing her to accept all of him until he felt his balls slap against her bottom. Her tight muscles stretched around him, gripping him, clamping around his throbbing cock. Fire streaked through him, mind-numbing pleasure. He took her hard and fast, rough, the way his cat demanded, pounding into her body with powerful, jackhammer strokes, giving himself over completely to the sheer erotic heat of her body.

  He'd never experienced anything like this mating in his life. His entire focus was on the center of his body, the shaft slamming in and out of her, desperate for more, always more, driving himself deep, claiming her soul for his own. And, damn, the heat raging in him now was nearly unbearable. He swelled. She screamed and gripped his shaft hard with her inner muscles, nearly strangling him, the waves of pleasure pouring over him until he was damp with sweat. Then her body pulsed. Once. Twice. Hot cream bathed him and he poured himself into her, wanting his seed deep, wanting it to take hold. She was his. Born for him. In that moment he felt as primitive as his cat, and every bit as dominant.

  Jake pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her stomach. The sudden withdrawal caused another flash of pain and she cried out. He hissed as his arm caught her under her hips and yanked her up onto her knees, so she was on all fours. He held her still, gripping her hard as he blanketed her, slamming his cock ferociously to penetrate deep inside with no warning at all, driving through her tight muscles until her already sensitive knot of nerves screamed and spasmed again and again.

  Emma had thought him spent--he should have been spent--but he was wilder than ever. His body, pounding hard into hers, robbed her of her breath. He went deeper with each thrust, the way he held her giving him an even better angle to possess her. She felt on fire, but at the same time was shocked at her own behavior. She wanted him--oh, so much; she doubted she'd ever get enough of him--but never once had she envisioned or dreamt that it would be like this.

  His hands slid over her rib cage up to her breasts, where he tugged at her nipples, sending streaks of fire to her inflamed sheath. His fingers felt like curved claws, teasing and pulling, soft fur sliding over her aching breasts. His face nuzzled at her shoulder, along her neck where she was the most sensitive. He kissed her there, never once stopping the ferocious pounding. His tongue lapped at her skin and then he bit down hard. Pain flashed through her and something wild jumped inside of her, snarling and fighting so that her hands curved into claws and she tried to buck him off.

  Jake snarled, the low growl reverberating around her. If anything, her struggles provoked him into more dominant display. He never took his teeth from her shoulder, holding her still under him, while he pounded into her. One hand curved around her breast, his fingers biting into flesh in erotic warning; the other hand descended hard on her bottom. Heat flared, spread, her center pulsed and spilled more hot cream onto his invading shaft.

  She couldn't stand it. The tension in her built and built, taking her closer to the edge of a deep abyss. She fought off the gathering orgasm that welled up like a tidal wave, threatening to destroy her, but he was relentless, driving her higher and higher, so close to the edge now that she teetered on the brink of pain, of darkness. She hung there a moment, her breathing ragged, her breasts heaving, her body tense. He slammed into her with another brutal drive and she fell over the edge, screaming as the explosion ripped through her.

  Wave after wave, an endless, merciless series of orgasms rocked her body, leaving her weak and breathless. She writhed and bucked under him, unable to stop moving as the mind-numbing pleasure ripped through her body, her mouth opening wide, her vision blurring. Stars burst behind her eyes.

  Jake felt her body clamp down on his, the wet heat gripping and squeezing, while her shattered cry of ecstasy drove him on, wanting everything for him, wanting her to feel the way she made him feel. Alive. So alive. So hot and wild and beyond any fantasy she could ever imagine. He wanted her tied to him, by this. Sex so perfect she'd never find it with anyone else. He wanted her limp in his arms, drained and exhausted and so sated she couldn't think of any other man ever touching her skin.

  He gripped her hips, tilted her just that much more and slammed home again and again, while her body rippled and fought. She stiffened, shuddered, and he felt the grip of her, an intense bite of her muscles clamping down like a vise. His lungs burned for air, breathing so hard, the ragged gasps nearly hurt. The low growls rumbling in his chest were animalistic, but he couldn't stop them with his leopard so close and the pleasure pumping through him like a rush of adrenaline.

  He lost every bit of sanity, every bit of reason, as her body clamped down around his, sending agonizing pleasure tearing through his body. He was so hot he thought he might burn up, turn to ashes, but he couldn't stop driving into her, seeking release, seeking the ultimate high. Then it came. He stilled. A heartbeat. A second. The rush was a roar of insanity, tearing through every muscle and sinew, every cell, his very bones, and for a moment he feared he wouldn't survive the explosive release rocketing through him.

  The tidal wave started somewhere in his toes and ripped up his body, through his thighs, and centered like a tsunami in his groin. His release was harsh, erupting like a volcano, exploding, tearing through him with such force his body shuddered and strained as he emptied himself. The roaring in his ears was like thunder, and even his vision changed.

  Emma would have collapsed but he held her up with an ease that shocked her. He was enormously strong as he lowered them both to the floor. He rolled her to her side, still buried deep in her body, his hands cupping her breasts as they lay locked together on the floor. His breath came in rough gasps as her body continued to pulse around his, gripping, milking, relaxing and starting the cycle all over again.

  She tried to speak but no sound emerged, and she feared that every brain cell was beyond repair and she was incapable of thought, let alone speech.

  Jake pushed the silky fall of hair aside and nuzzled her neck, kissing the spot where his teeth had held her. He had taken many women, been serviced by many more, but nothing had prepared him for the orgasm that had ripped through him, exploding with such force. The hard ejaculation had given him peace for the first time. He knew he had a silly grin on his face, elation sweeping through him, and he kissed the nape of her neck, moving just a little to feel the joy as another spill of her slick heat washed over him.

  Her body shuddered against his and she turned her head slowly to look at him. Her eyes were glazed, her body limp. He bent forward to kiss her mouth. She kissed him back.

  "Easy now, honey. This will hurt for a moment." His leopa
rd had been too close to the surface and he knew she was going to feel his withdrawal. He fastened his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue along hers as he pulled his cock from her body.

  The pain flashed through her as his cock dragged over her sensitive wall, chafing her as he pulled free. He swallowed her soft cry, deepening the kiss. He moved first, rolling over and coming up on his knees. His cock was long and thick, even in his semi-hard state, one normal for him. He couldn't quite let go of her; not yet. He knew it was always going to be the same with him. She was an addiction, one he would need to have sated over and over.

  Emma lay on the floor looking up at Jake as he knelt over her, his hand on his cock, absently sliding his palm along his shaft, watching her with hooded, glittering eyes. He was so male, so dark and intoxicating. Raw sexuality in its purest form. Her only sexual experience had been with Andrew, and he had been gentle, reverent even. With none of the explosive, raw power Jake had just showered upon her. Lately, with her body so restless and unsettled, she'd dreamt of violent, earth-shattering sex, but she hadn't really had an idea of what it was like.

  Nothing had prepared her for the total invasion of her senses, Jake's enormous strength and terrible raw sexual hunger. She felt helpless in his arms, taken over, out of control. Her body was no longer her own, but seemed to belong to him, moving against his hand, her breasts swollen and aching, needing his hot mouth, needing his body buried deep in hers.

  She couldn't even say the explosive sex between them had been all him. Something had taken her over until she craved him--desperately. Without her own identity. She would forever need Jake, need his stark, raw possession. This. An obsession. Not love. Never love. She would never be the same. Never want another man. And yet, not once had he been loving toward her. Even now, with his eyes commanding her, she wanted to obey, to lift her head and lap at him, taking every drop of him into her. She wasn't a sexual creature. She didn't understand what was happening to her, she only knew that she despised every woman who had ever come near him almost as much as she despised herself for not being in control.

  His hot gaze drifted over her with absolute satisfaction. She looked down at her body. Her breasts were swollen and aching, nipples tight. Her skin was covered with the red marks of his possession. The sight of those marks should have angered her, but instead her body tightened again, her sheath clenching, already feeling empty and needing him.

  "Can you get up?" He held out his hand.

  The question was so mundane, as if nothing at all had happened, certainly not as if she lay naked, sprawled out on the floor with his seed running down her thighs. She forced her sore body into a sitting position, ignoring his hand. She hadn't known there were so many places she could ache.

  "Emma? Are you all right?" This time there was demand in his voice.

  She glared at him. "Do you have any idea what we've done?" She pressed a hand to her mouth, unable to stop the trembling, because she knew what she'd done. She'd had incredible sex, but there hadn't been a shred of love in there anywhere, not that she could feel.

  "We're doing what we need to do," he said harshly, bending to take possession of her mouth again.

  Emma moved her head back out of his reach. "This isn't right. This is too violent, Jake." She stared up at the harsh lines etched deeply in his face, his sensual mouth twisted cynically, a little cruel. His eyes were glittering brightly, burning hot with temper. "I'm not anything to you. You were angry and you wanted a woman, any woman."

  He swore vulgarly, and his eyes went flat and cold. "That's a hell of a thing to say to me."

  With calculated intent, he glided his hand up her leg, along the wetness of her inner thigh, over his mark of possession until his fingers found the hot wet core of her.

  He slid two fingers deep into her, watching her gasp, watching the helpless pleasure on her face and the way her eyes glazed when he drew circles around her tight bud. She was still very sensitive, and when he tugged and twisted, her sheath clamped down hard, sending another orgasm ripping through her body. His seed and her cream coated his fingers when he pulled them free and held them up in front of her face.

  "This isn't just me, Emma. This is also you needing a man." Deliberately he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her, his gaze burning deep, slashing at her with a controlled fury. "This is you needing me." He caught her hair in his fist and brought her face within inches of his fast-hardening shaft.

  For a moment she stared defiantly, but that wild something in her refused to let her have dignity or escape her own needs. Her mouth watered.

  "You think I can't see what you want? Or smell your arousal? This is us together, Emma, whether you like it or not. It may not be all neat and pretty and wrapped up with a little bow, but it's what we have."

  She licked her lips, flicking her tongue out and swiping over the broad, flat head, unable to prevent herself from tasting him again. He shuddered visibly. Emma pulled back, ashamed of herself, fighting for dignity.

  "We're violent, Jake. I'm not like this . . ." She trailed off, staring at temptation. He was so unashamed of his raw sexuality, of his need, standing up with his hand massaging his shaft with hypnotic strokes, so that it responded by growing thicker and longer and much harder. She shook with wanting him, her core liquid and empty. "It feels like a sin."

  "You were made for sex and sin, Emma, whether you want to admit it or not. You were made for me. I refuse to be ashamed because I want you. I want you every minute of the day. When you walk by me in the house, I wish you were wearing a long skirt so I could just push it up out of the way and find you wet and eager for me. I want you in every possible way I can have you, and if you think I'm going to let you walk away from this--away from me--because you're afraid, think again."

  He looked so masculine, the columns of his thighs strong. Emma gasped and leaned forward. There were scars, deep, long slashes fractions of an inch apart, up and down both thighs. She couldn't stop herself from running her palm over them and then holding her hand there as if she could make it better. Each mark had been deliberately made with a very sharp instrument. "What happened? Who did this to you?" She was outraged, that strange, primitive part of her rising fast and ferocious again. "What are these?"

  "Victories."

  The way he said it, with that soft little snicker, made her gaze jump to his face. He looked at her as if she were one of his victories. Self-disgust made her pull back, but his fingers only tightened in her hair to hold her still.

  "Are you ashamed because you want me, Emma? Don't pretend you don't, because neither of us will buy that lie. I have your scratches, the marks of your nails, all over me. The taste of you is in my mouth, soaked into my pores, and the scent of you surrounds me."

  He held her there, refusing to allow her to look away from him. "Be who you are."

  She shook her head, uncaring that her scalp hurt, uncaring that her body pulsed and was wetter than ever at the way he was talking. Did she really want to be an object? A plaything for him to use and then toss away when he was done? Had she gone so far down the road of depravity with him that she couldn't go back?

  "This isn't love, Jake. It isn't even a relationship."

  He felt her words like a blow in the pit of his stomach. She didn't love him. No matter what he'd done, he couldn't make her love him. He could see the evidence of her arousal, every bit as strong as his own. He might not get her love, but by God, he could own her body. Shaken, hurt, anger rising to protect him, he stepped relentlessly closer, refusing to back away from what was between them. If the only way he could tie her to him was through sex, then so be it. He'd take whatever he could get.

  "How would you know when all you've ever had was a few honeymoon months with that boy, Andrew? With your adolescent view of relationships I doubt you even know what's between a man and a woman. Men can be cruel and life can be messy and sex can be violent. It's all those things. But if this is what I get, you on your knees with your mouth on my cock and my marks all over
your hot little body, then I'll take it."

  She flinched visibly as he towered over her, straight and tall, his eyes antique gold, glittering with heat. His shaft was thicker than ever and his hand was a fist, gripping tightly, pushing his erection along her lips. She found the way he was so unashamed of his blatant sexuality both compelling and admirable--and erotic. Her body responded to his arousal no matter what her head said. His low, sexy voice, the way he talked, everything about him sent ripples of fire straight to her center until she wept with need--and wept for her own inability to resist him.

  "I don't understand what we're doing, Jake," she said. "We could lose everything we have. You know how you are. Are you so willing to risk me? Don't I mean anything at all to you?" There were tears in her voice that she couldn't hide, didn't want to hide.

  He had to understand the consequences of what they were doing. He used women and threw them away. He couldn't deny that. Leopards didn't change their spots. Wasn't that the old adage? He would use her and eventually he would grow tired of her. How could she possibly keep a man like Jake happy? He had shredded her innocence, taken her far beyond her experience, and yet she had somehow been every bit as wild and willing as he had been. And then what? He'd throw her aside, move on to a new woman, and she'd be left broken, ashamed and unable to stay in a house without love. The children--everyone--would lose.

  Jake crouched down beside her, his hand sliding to the back of her head. "I've never claimed another woman for my own." His voice was gentle, compelling her to meet his gaze.

  There was a mixture of lust and something else she couldn't name--tenderness, maybe. Possession. She was too susceptible to him, her feelings too confused. She wanted to fall into his arms and be held. Or rub herself up and down his skin. Or slide her mouth over his tempting shaft and lap at his cream like a starving cat.

  Jake's fingertips rubbed her scalp in a hypnotic massage. "Not one woman, Emma. And I never will again. You're mine. I don't let go of what is mine." His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back so he had access to her mouth in another long, gentle kiss.

 

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