Battlefield (The Covenant Book 2)

by Gwendolyn Casey

Her eyes finally rose to meet mine, and her fingers spread across my chest. I could see the desire, the craving she had for me. She needed to be held and comforted and I was going to be the one to do it.

  “Why did it have to be you?” she asked. “How could fate be so cruel?”

  “I don’t care if it was fate, or if it is right or wrong. All I care about is making you mine,” I growled.

  My words made her whimper like she did earlier, but I knew this wasn’t caused by fear. This whimper was one of pained lust.

  “Unless you say no right now, I am going to carry you to my bed and claim that sweet cherry between your thighs.”

  She gasped and closed her eyes, leaning back against the door. She was on the verge of tears, struggling with herself. This was not the time for seduction, right after her life was threatened, but I didn’t care. I had to push her now.

  “And the way I want you isn’t gentle or soft. I want to pound that pussy so hard that you will have no doubt who you belong to. I want to hold you down and make you take every inch of me. I want you to moan and scream my name so the whole world knows how deep I am inside you.”

  She opened her eyes, bright with hunger, and I felt her hands move up my chest to come around my neck. She leaned forward and brought my head down to hers. She kissed me. It was soft, but I could feel the passion waiting behind it. It washed over me like a blast of heat, making me harder than I’d ever been before.

  The kiss was all I needed to proceed with claiming this woman as my own.

  I bent my knees and grabbed her thighs, bringing her legs around my waist. She gasped when my hardness met her middle. I took the opportunity to shove my tongue in her mouth and take over the kiss, showing her mouth what I was about to do to her body.

  We made it to my room where I managed to set her gently on the bed. I broke the kiss to pull her shirt over her head. I also took the time to loosen the hair tie holding her braid together, so I could spear my hand through it and spread it across her shoulders. She shook her head to help but reached for me again, wanting my mouth.

  I made quick work of her tank top and bra and then pushed her onto her back, letting my palm cover her breast while I held myself over her with my other hand. I squeezed and caressed her supple flesh as I devoured her mouth. Her back arched into my hand and her hips drove upward.

  My hand left her breast, trailing down so I could push my hand beneath the waistband of her jeans, seeking her nether lips. She was warm and soaked. Her hand gripped my forearm while her other hand came to my shoulder, her nails biting into my skin as my fingers explored her center.

  I brushed her clit, and she gasped into my mouth. “Jordan.”

  I growled at the sound of my name and attacked her neck with my mouth, tasting the heat of her skin.

  She pulled on my shirt, and I let her pull it over my head and I pushed my middle finger into her passage, going slow to test her. She moaned and writhed beneath me. She was so tight. Part of me was worried that I would hurt her, but another part looked forward to spreading her with my thickness, molding her body to my own.

  My thumb worked her clit as I added another finger, working her pussy a little more. I put my mouth on her nipple, suckling and nipping gently, making sure she was out of her mind with sensation. Her insides clamped on my fingers, and she was close to coming. I just needed to push her over. I let my fingers push a little deeper and brought my mouth to her ear.

  “Cece,” I said. “Do you want me inside you?”

  She pulled away slightly, looking into my eyes. “You are inside me,” she said between pants of breath.

  “This is nothing,” I said through gritted teeth. “When my cock goes deep, you’ll know the difference.” Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she bit her lip, on the cusp of orgasm. She just needed one more push. “When I split this pussy wide, you’ll know what it’s like to be filled, to be possessed. You’ll know who owns you.”

  She cried out, and I felt the ripples on my fingers as her orgasm took hold. She clamped her legs around my hand as the feelings over took her.

  “Good girl,” I growled and kissed her.

  Once I felt her quivers begin to subside, I pulled my hand away and tugged at her jeans and panties, leaving her bare to me.

  I stood up, and my hands went to my belt. I shoved my jeans down, and my dick came out. It was so hard, I felt like I could pound nails. I looked down at Cece, and her eyes were on my cock.

  Cece. My beautiful elf. My beautiful virgin.

  But not for long, I thought.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cece

  The explosion that just came from between my legs was unlike anything I felt before. I’d touched myself before, but it never felt like that.

  I opened my eyes to see Jordan working his jeans down so that his hardness was free.

  His member was impressive. My only source for comparison was porn, but I’d seen enough to know little from big. Jordan was big, thick and long. I should probably be scared, yet I could only feel excitement as I looked at him, knowing how good it would feel inside me.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew what we were doing wasn’t exactly right. I had already decided Greg and I were breaking up. But sleeping his brother wasn’t exactly decent.

  Jordan was looking down at me with a hunger that had me shivering, and I wanted it. I suddenly realized that this was how I always wanted to lose my innocence. I wanted to give it to a real man, not some boy that I was simply settling for. And Jordan was all man.

  It was probably the robbery that had me not thinking about the consequences. Something about having a gun held to your head makes you not give a shit about anything but getting everything you ever wanted, now rather than later.

  Jordan came over me, and I opened my legs for him. I couldn’t wait to feel all the things he said. Possessed, filled … owned. I could feel the heat of my pussy growing hotter in anticipation. I felt the fat head at my entrance, and I had to hold in a moan, knowing what was coming.

  Jordan looked down at me. His eyes were dark and determined as he pushed inside.

  I let out a silent cry as Jordan thrust forward suddenly, splitting me apart, just like he said. I could only grip his arms at the burning pain. I wiggled, trying to make the pain go away. But Jordan gripped my thigh and pushed it higher, almost to my chest and pressed his cock deeper.

  “Ah,” I said as he filled me to the hilt.

  “Was I right, Cece? Do you feel the difference?” Jordan asked, his voice gravelly as he remained still, allowing my pussy to mold around him.

  “Yes, yes,” I whispered. It still hurt, but I felt exactly what he was talking about. I was filled with Jordan, utterly stretched and nearly bursting. In this moment, he was everything, my whole world. I belonged to him. And somehow, he belonged to me, too.

  Jordan came down on top of me and kissed me. My legs opened a little more making him slide deep again. He growled against my mouth.

  Jordan’s hips began to move, slowly dragging his cock out and then pushing back in, all while kissing me. The pain I felt was quickly being pushed aside by Jordan’s hardness lighting up every nerve ending inside me.

  He broke the kiss and leaned back to look down at me. His thrusts were steady and strong, stoking the fire to blazing. “You are so fucking tight, Cece. Like nothing I’ve ever felt.”

  I arched my back, his husky words bringing a new wave of wetness.

  “That’s it, sweet girl. Work that pussy around me, bring me deep,” he said, pushing a little faster. I could feel myself getting close, the sensations new and familiar at the same time.

  “Fuck, Cece. I’ve been dreaming about this pussy since the moment I saw you. Every night I’ve dreamt of fucking you. Deep, hard, fast. Never satisfied until I rut you like a caveman, staking his claim,” he growled the last words.

  “Jordan,” I said as I began to move with his thrusts, wanting the same thing.

  I reached a hand up and gripped one of the
wood stakes on the headboard, needing an anchor as Jordan drove into me. He was so thick that my clit felt every push. I reached down and grabbed Jordan’s ass. “Harder,” I said.

  He simply smirked and added more strength to his thrusts. Soon he was pounding me so hard that the bed beneath us began to move and that spot inside seem to catch fire. “Jordan,” I said, unsure what to do. But he kissed me, all while fucking me hard. Then everything seemed to come together, colliding in my center and then exploding everywhere. I cried out as the most intense sensation overtook my body and brain.

  “Fuck,” Jordan said, as he held himself deep, letting my pussy grip him as it quivered. It felt so good, my inside muscles never wanted to let go. When they finally did, I opened my eyes, and Jordan was smiling down at me.

  “You nearly took me with you on that one, babe, it felt so fucking good.”

  Then his gaze changed to become more intense and sinister. Suddenly, he was dragging me to the edge of the bed while never breaking our connection. He stood up but kept one knee on the bed. Then he began to thrust again, gripping my hips hard and bringing me up to meet his charging length. I felt like a ragdoll as he pulled me onto his cock over and over. Each thrust jolted my body with its fierceness, making me grip the sheets beneath for something to hang on to.

  He wasn’t kidding about the caveman, I thought as he grunted with each stroke, his eyes savage and possessive as he looked down at me.

  The pounding did hurt a little, but my core was still thrumming from my orgasm, and Jordan’s powerful possession was bringing the pleasure back.

  “Jordan,” I moaned.

  “Fuck, baby. Keep saying my name.” He stroked faster, making our loins slap together.

  “Jordan.” I tried to think of something sexy to say, like he did to me. But words were so hard to form.

  I decided just to say what I wanted.

  “Jordan, please. Come inside me,” I said.

  Jordan seemed to freeze at my words, and then he groaned and slammed himself deep, making me cry out.

  A few more strokes and I felt his hands tighten on my hips and a growl echoed through the room. The he held me tight against his length, his cock twitching as warmth spread through my insides.

  The fact that he didn’t wear a condom suddenly dawned on me, but I couldn’t find the energy to be upset. I was on birth control anyway.

  He groaned and fell over me. He kissed me, his tongue gentle but insistent that I open to him. His hips continued to push against me even though I felt him softening.

  He looked down at me and pushed my hair away from my face. His gaze was adoring, and I was certain, I was looking at him the same. We just shared something special and intimate, at least in my opinion. I didn’t want to know if he agreed.

  “Jesus, Cece. That was…” He didn’t get to finish his sentence because his phone rang, shattering our lovers’ moment.

  Jordan pulled out slowly, and I felt his cum leak out of me and on to the bed. He looked down between my legs and there was a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

  He still had the look when he grabbed his phone out of his jeans and answered it.

  “Yeah,” he answered.

  I tried to close my legs as I heard the other person talking, but Jordan put a hand out to stay my leg. He shook his head and continued to look at my leaking pussy. I lay back on the bed with a sigh.

  What am I doing here?

  I accomplished my goal. I lost my virginity. But “lost” did not seem like an appropriate description of what just happened. Jordan Mitchell took my virginity and shot it into space like a rocket leaving earth’s atmosphere, never to be seen again.

  He ended his phone call and tossed his cell on his nightstand. “I’ve got church in an hour, which gives us just enough time for round two and then a shower.”

  Round two? There was no way I could do that again. “We can’t do this again, Jordan.” I reached for the sheet, trying to cover myself.

  He laid down beside me, putting an arm across my waist. “Shit. Yeah, you probably need some time to heal.”

  “No, Jordan. That’s not what I’m talking about,” I said, sitting up and leaning against the head board.

  His eyebrows furrowed.

  “It’s not right, Jordan.”

  His confusion turned to anger. “Fuck what is right. I want you, you want me. It’s as simple as that.”

  “But now that we’ve had each other…”

  “No, you are mine now. Wasn’t that clear before we began?”

  I looked away. It had been clear, and I loved every word, but I couldn’t go through with it. “I’m sure you say that to every girl,” I said.

  “I don’t need to call a woman mine to fuck her. Most of the time, I don’t need to say anything at all.”

  Arrogant bastard. “Well I can’t be yours,” I said.

  “Are you in love with my brother?” he asked.

  I knew the answer, but I needed an excuse to get out of here. “I don’t know.”

  The fury in his eyes suddenly turned cold. “Well let me help you decide,” he growled.

  Suddenly, Jordan ripped the sheet from my hands and picked me up. He flipped me onto all fours, facing the doorway. I didn’t even have time to protest before Jordan shoved his cock into my sore pussy. I cried out. I was still wet with the mixture of our juices, but his intrusion was rough. He gripped my hips in his large hands and immediately started fucking into me, my battered nerve endings lighting up again at his presence.

  His thrusts were deep and hard, meant to punish but also please, and my body yielded to each one, eager for the next.

  “Just think, Cece. Greg could walk through that door any second,” Jordan said, his rhythm remaining steady as he spoke. I turned back to look at him, but he gripped my hair and made me face forward again.

  “What would he do?” he taunted. “Would he shove me away?”

  His thrusts stopped suddenly, and I felt him lean over my back, holding himself to the hilt inside me. The grip in my hair became tighter. “Or would he stand there and watch his girlfriend being fucked?” he growled in my ear.

  My pussy spasmed and clenched down hard.

  “Mmm, my little slut likes the idea of being caught, of being watched.”

  He was right, something about the wrongness of it made it all the hotter.

  “You know Greg can’t give you what you need. That’s why I’m in this pussy and not him. Isn’t that right?” He smacked my ass hard. “Answer me.”

  “Yes,” I screamed.

  “Good girl,” he said, sending another naughty shiver through me. He leaned back and started fucking me again, making me cry out with each rough thrust. I pushed myself back at him, eager for my orgasm. He reached in front of me, finding my clit with his fingers, and strummed it quickly.

  I came again, my orgasm somehow more powerful than the last. Jordan tugged my hair to the side and leaned over me. Suddenly I felt his teeth on my neck, nipping at my flesh. Then he was gripping my breasts in his powerful hands before he came inside me again.

  I collapsed on to the bed, ready to cry with how much I enjoyed how he fucked me. Jordan was right. I was a slut. What kind of woman got off at the thought of cheating on her boyfriend?

  When I opened my eyes, Jordan stood over me. His cock was right in front of my face, glistening with cum.

  “Take a rest and then come join me in the shower,” he said.

  Asshole. Who does he think he is, bossing me around like that?

  He’s a biker. He is an arrogant, selfish Ace, a voice said. What did you expect? Spooning and talking intimately? She was the cynical voice I knew well. The voice that had been warning me about this very event. But my brush with death had me sticking a sock in her mouth so I could experience Jordan Mitchell without interruption. Now the sock was out, and she was back to remind me why this was a bad idea.

  I had to get out of here. There was no point in doing what he said. We were done.

  Once I
heard the shower start, I quickly got my clothes together, only putting on what was necessary to leave. I found my shoes and purse and then I was out the door.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jordan

  I wasn’t surprised when I came back into the room and Cece was gone. I had let my jealousy get the better of me and treated her like a whore. She just gave herself to me and then I turned around called her a slut, mere hours after she had a gun to her head.

  I just couldn't stand the words coming out of her mouth, trying to convince me that she loved my brother. I knew it was bullshit the second it left her lips. I understood why she would feel guilty about what happened. To a moral person, what we did would be considered betrayal. It would be out of character for her not to feel guilty about it. She was a good girl.

  But I was not a good man. I was a fucking villain compared to her. And, while I did feel guilty about fucking my brother’s girlfriend, I did not regret it for one moment. I already had a pile of mortal sins that would drag me down to hell. I would happily burn for having Cece.

  Cece knew I was a bad man, but she gave herself to me anyway. Yet she didn’t seem to understand what happened here, that she’d just cemented her fate by taking me inside her. I didn't know if it was true love. All I knew was that I wanted more from her. Hell, I didn't even use a condom. Like the selfish bastard that I was, I took her bare because I didn't want anything between us.

  But I was okay being the one to blame. I had never been naive about people’s choices. I did this on purpose. I fucked my little brother's girlfriend because I wanted to. There was no invisible current carrying me into wrongdoing. I could have simply spoken to her and convinced her to dump Greg. But that wasn't me, not anymore. Subtlety was once a useful skill, but I left behind in an old life.

  For the first time in a long time, I let myself think about that part of my life, the eighteen months I didn't talk about, the three years I couldn't talk about. I wasn't ashamed of them, but it was easier to leave them where the government wanted them, buried in boxes in some nameless facility.

  I liked to imagine that the Jordan from that mission was buried in those boxes, too. But he wasn't. He was here, inside me, making me doubt every move I made. He was a chameleon, always adapting with the situation to survive. I no longer needed him to survive, but that didn't mean he went away. I struggled to remember myself sometimes. They suggested counseling afterward, some army psychiatrist to help me sort my shit. I respectfully declined, not wanting to listen to some shrink tell me how I should feel. Now that I was older, I wondered if I’d made a mistake. If I should have accepted the help when it was offered. But for the first time in my life, the chameleon wasn't slithering under my thoughts. Or maybe for once we agreed. Cece Taylor was mine.