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by Merryn Dexter


  His grand plan to scare her with his brutal side imploded the second she smiled up at him. The sweet trust gleaming in her chocolate-brown eyes stabbed deep into the withered remnants of his heart.

  He was sold.

  Silver Ellis is mine now.

  Chapter Seven

  The sensation of being sundered in two faded, replaced by a fullness unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was as though Kirk had found every hollow, empty place inside her and filled it with his essence. He surrounded her, possessed her to the point she couldn’t tell where her body ended and his began.

  This.

  This is what she’d been made for, what she’d waited her short, uninteresting life for. Perhaps each soul was allotted a finite amount of pleasure, so her first quarter century had been uneventful to make up for this moment of completeness.

  The look of intense concentration on his face held her captive. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, and she brushed it away, sliding her fingers back to cup his head. His thumb nudged against her clit, bowing her body. His strength surprised her when he slid his other hand behind her back, lifting her easily to fuse their mouths together. His hold moved lower to cup her ass, shifting her weight until she straddled him as he rested back on his heels.

  She opened her lips, greeting his kiss with a sigh of welcome. His tongue probed the depths of her mouth, and he lifted her hips before letting her drop, sinking his cock to the hilt once again.

  “Mine,” he growled into her mouth, the vibration of his chest rubbing her nipples.

  Yes, yes. She was his.

  Fucking he’d said, just fucking. But it didn’t feel like that. It felt like hearts and flowers. Like happy-ever-after. All those things he swore he didn’t have to give her shone in his gaze.

  “Mine,” he said again, voice fierce. Something stirred deep inside his mahogany eyes. He pressed his hips forward, pulling her body down to meet him. She tried to catch the rhythm, faltered, and he snarled. Rising up, he rocked her backward, spilling her onto her back, his huge frame pining her to the mattress.

  “Mine.” He thrust hard, driving the breath from her lungs.

  “Mine.” He palmed her knees, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and thrust again.

  Over and over he pounded into her body, the slap of their flesh punctuated with that same word growled at the end of every thrust. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe as pressure built at the point connecting their bodies. She lifted her hands to clutch his shoulders, and he snatched them down, locking his hands around her wrists, holding her immobile.

  She wanted to struggle, to free her arms so she could pull him closer, hold him to her while he destroyed everything she thought she understood about being a woman. The pace of his stokes increased, a look of desperation drawing his brows together.

  “Take it, Silver. Take it all.” He groaned, adding a twist of his hips that caught her clit in exactly the right way.

  Her entire awareness narrowed down to that single point then radiated back out through every nerve in her body as her orgasm broke like a wave against a levee wall. She was the high tide and Kirk the strong embankment, buffering her passion, absorbing and controlling the force of it. He threw back his head and roared, hips shuddering as he poured his seed into the thin latex separating them.

  She fell back on the bed, replete. He released the grip on her wrists, and her fingers tingled as the blood rushed back. The weight of his body vanished, and she mourned it for the few seconds it took him to dispose of the condom in the corner trash basket. His cock jutted forward, flushed with blood, throbbing.

  “I can’t,” she whispered, watching him roll on a fresh condom.

  “You can, kitten. You must. I have to have you again.” Kirk flipped her onto her front, lifted her hips, and drove into her aching pussy. She lowered her face to the bedspread, surrendering her body to his demands.

  The hard smack of his body against her ass echoed around the space, the scents of their sweat and desire mingling into a heavy musk. She closed her eyes, surprised when the ache between her legs blossomed into something else, something hungry lurking in the hidden reaches of her mind.

  “Kirk,” she moaned, lifting her ass higher to meet his downward thrust. He draped over her back, banding one hand around her shoulders, the other around her hips. His fingers probed, found, and pinched her clit, sending stars bursting behind her eyelids. She threw back her head, baring her neck, and his teeth sank into her vulnerable flesh as he came with her.

  She must have lost consciousness for a moment. The next thing she knew heat brushed against her pussy, and she tried to bat it away, too sensitive to bear it.

  “Shh, kitten. Let me clean you up and then you can sleep.” Kirk knelt between her legs, bathing her core and upper thighs with a warm facecloth.

  He dropped it on the floor beside the bed, gathering her close to his chest as he settled behind her on the bed. His lips settled on her shoulder, kissing the tender spot where he’d bitten her. Darkness pulled at her, and she let it take her, knowing the man who held her close would keep the monsters at bay.

  ***

  She tried without success to peer around Kirk’s broad body as they waited for the diner door to open. He held her trapped between the building and the street, head in constant motion so he could watch both the road and the diner. The town was deserted. The door creaked open, and he grabbed her around the waist, hauling her into the room. The four men she’d met—was it really three nights ago?—sat around the same table in the center of the room.

  Inching away from his hold, Silver brushed nervously at the front of her new outfit. The long-sleeved, diamante-studded T-shirt hung loose over the first pair of jeans she’d ever owned. They clung to her hips tighter than she was comfortable with, but the gleam in Kirk’s eye when she’d tried them on in their bedroom showed his appreciation of the figure-hugging denim. Little crystals sparkled on the back pockets, and she’d teamed them with a pair of pink slip-on running shoes. He’d been tight-lipped about the reason for his shopping expedition. He’d snarled about the impracticality of her wardrobe choices without admitting he’d chosen his purchases with care.

  Jesse, the dark-haired detective, stood up, an encouraging smile on his face. He held out his hand toward her, and Silver would have moved closer if not for the restraining hold Kirk placed on her arm. He angled his body, placing himself between her and the men. The other two, Derek and the blond man whose name she couldn’t remember, slid from their seats and moved to the counter at the rear of the room.

  Some of the tension in Kirk’s body melted away, and he inclined his head to them as he led her to the table. The other detective, Charlie, shook his shaggy hair away from his eyes and bent at the waist to lift a large tape recorder onto the table. He took his seat, fiddling with the machine, checking it was working while Kirk and Jesse held some kind of staring contest.

  The detective lowered his eyes with a sigh, lifted them again to fix on Silver. “You sure you’re okay to do this?”

  “Yes.” She swallowed. “Yes, I want to help in any way I can.”

  “That’s great, Silver. We’ll do everything we can to keep you out of it, but your statement should be enough for us to obtain a warrant. Take a seat.”

  She glanced up at Kirk, waiting as per his tight-lipped instructions on the way over. He pulled out a chair and held it for her while she settled into it. Dragging another close, he sat beside her, curling his arm around the top of her seat. Jesse raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as he spun his own chair so he could lean his elbows on the backrest.

  “Why don’t you start by telling us how you ended up in that part of the neighborhood.”

  Feeling self-conscious at all the attention, Silver took a deep breath and recounted everything she could remember, starting with going for drinks with Marney. Kirk snarled and muttered when she described her unexpected date, subsiding into a stiff silence when she placed her arm on his thick thigh.
His hand clamped down on top of hers, stroking the back of her fingers. She pushed on with her account, explaining her concern for her absent pupil, the convenient excuse to escape the unwanted attentions of a drunken date.

  The ugly scents of the dark corridor rose in her memory as she recalled edging toward the raised voices spilling from her pupil’s apartment. Her heart raced, reliving the terror of those moments huddled against the wall. The metallic clicking of the gun. The fury etched on the scarred face of her would-be killer.

  Bands of heat drove the sudden cold from her limbs, and she found herself perched in Kirk’s lap, her cheek pressed against his solid chest.

  “Enough!” he snarled, turning his back to the table. He cupped her chin, lifting her head to meet his eyes. The familiar scowl twisted his features, but she could see beyond it now. Could see the care and concern glittering in his gaze. “You don’t have to do this. I won’t let anyone live who is a threat to you, Silver. You’re mine now, my mate to protect.”

  A chorus of groans and soft cursing from the men in the room met his violent declaration, but she ignored them, keeping her focus on Kirk.

  “You can’t go around killing people because they might cause me harm. That’s not how it works.”

  “It does now, Silver.” He dropped his lips to brush along hers. “There’s some stuff I need to explain to you….”

  “Kirk.” Derek’s sharp tone cut through the room, silencing everyone. Kirk lowered his head, curling around her until she felt smothered.

  “She’s mine, Derek. I claimed her.”

  “Claimed me?” Silver squirmed in his lap. “I’m not a prize in the lucky-dip of life. You don’t get to claim me.”

  She pushed against his arms until his hold slackened an inch or two. Twisting, she forced him to release her or risk causing her injury. She shot to her feet, rounding on him, hands on hips.

  “One hot fuck doesn’t give you the right to pull this caveman shit, buster!”

  A bark of laughter escaped the blond man at the bar. “Christ, man. Three days in your company and she’s gone from mild-mannered schoolteacher to owning your sorry ass!” He grinned at Silver, holding his hands up in mock surrender when she frowned at him.

  “Not helping, Rand,” Kirk snapped, drawing her attention back to him. He reached for her, tugging her firmly back into his lap. “Silver, please. Calm down, kitten.”

  “Calm down?” All the fear dredged up from the memory of that awful night morphed into anger. She balled her fists, pummeling the unyielding wall of his chest. He didn’t flinch, not a flicker to show he felt any effect from her assault. Her hands stung. So did her pride, and hot tears prickled the back of her eyes.

  “Fuck this,” he grunted. Hefting her into his arms, Kirk slung her over one shoulder. Shock froze her in place. “You got what you need for now?” Not waiting for a response to his question, he carried her from the building.

  His shoulder dug into her middle, making it hard to catch her breath. The steps of the diner thumped beneath his feet, rattling her teeth as he ran down them. Blood pounded in her head, and she opened her mouth to protest when he swung her off his shoulder, setting her with a bump on the front seat of his truck. He followed her in, crowding her body until she sprawled on her back, the full weight of his upper torso pressed into hers.

  “Kirk,” she gasped.

  “Shut up, Silver. Shut the fuck up.” He fisted her hair, shoving his tongue between her lips in a bruising kiss.

  She knew she should struggle, not that anything less than a stick of dynamite would knock him loose if he didn’t choose to move. The feel of his tongue thrusting in her mouth, the press of his cock against her pussy, short-circuited the synapses in her brain. She moaned at the hot pleasure pooling in her core. She sucked his tongue, drawing it deeper, holding it between her lips the way she longed to hold his cock in her aching center.

  He ripped his mouth free with a snarl. “Damn, you make me crazy. I should put you over my knee and teach you a lesson.”

  Trying to ignore the moisture gathering between her legs, she shoved at his shoulders. “Teach me a lesson? Try teaching yourself some manners first!”

  They glowered at each other. Chests heaving, they struggled for breath, struggled for control. Frustration, lust, fear. She watched the emotions flicker across his face, mirroring her own.

  She couldn’t tell which of them moved first, but their mouths fused again in a searing kiss. Whatever differences they had, this was one thing they agreed upon.

  Need.

  He pulled back, hands busy at her waistband. She reached for her top, had it halfway over her head before her sense of reason kicked in.

  “Kirk, wait,” she said, voice muffled by the cotton material covering her face.

  “Can’t wait. Need you so fucking bad, kitten,” he moaned.

  He leaned forward, dipping his tongue into her belly button as he worked the denim over her hips. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and there was a split second when she wanted to say “to hell with it” and just let him take her there in the parking lot. The notion of being caught wound her excitement higher. His tongue slipped lower still, probing the very top of her sex.

  “What if someone sees?” she whispered, trailing off into a whimper of pleasure when the tip of his tongue grazed her clit.

  As though on cue, the door to the diner opened. Kirk reared back, shoving her legs into the truck, slamming the door shut so fast she barely had time to follow his movements. Rounding the hood, he jumped into the seat beside her, started the engine, and roared away from the lot. She would have tumbled to the floor, had he not braced her with one hand. Righting herself, Silver started to straighten her clothing.

  “Get naked, baby. The moment I stop this damn truck, I’m gonna be balls deep in that hot little pussy.” The raw lust in his voice sent liquid gushing between her thighs. She reversed her actions, stripping down to her underwear. He swerved, swore, and turned his eyes back onto the rough road leading to the cabin.

  “Leave the bra,” he ground out.

  She wriggled free of her peach-colored silk panties, leaving the matching bra in place. Kirk had missed the drawer with her everyday underwear when he’d fetched her clothes, bringing instead the contents of her secret stash of impractical but sensuous lingerie.

  The leather of the bench seat lay cool beneath her naked ass, another new sensation to add to her rapidly growing collection. She liked the contrast against her skin, leather and lace. The vehicle lurched to a halt, and he slid along the bench toward her, clawing at the button fly of his jeans.

  “Get over here,” he demanded, shoving his jeans and boxers halfway down his thighs.

  She half-turned, contemplating the logistics in the confined space, but he had no patience. Grabbing her hips, he dragged her over his lap until she straddled him but with her back to him.

  “Lift your hips,” he ordered, stroking between her thighs when she did so. “Fuck, kitten. I love how wet you get for me. Lean forward, brace your weight on the dash.”

  She followed his instructions, shifting around until she straddled his broad thighs.

  “Take your time, Silver,” he said, guiding her over his shaft. The thick head of his cock breached her entrance, forcing moans from both of them. He felt even larger from this angle. Is that even possible?

  “Good, good, good,” she chanted. Pressing down, she relished the burn as his shaft stretched her open. His hands closed on her hips, a bruising grip that drove her higher. Using her leverage against the dash, she rocked back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper inside her body.

  “That’s it, baby. Take it, take it all. You feel so good, so fucking hot. You’re burning me alive.” He shifted his hold to her breasts, dragging the cups to the side so he could pinch her nipples.

  Surging up to meet her down stroke, he twisted the hard peaks between his fingers, sending a blast of hot pleasure-pain rocketing through her. She cried out, clamping down on his cock as sh
e started to come. He thrust faster, hips moving at a punishing speed as she quaked and shuddered around him.

  “Goddamnit!” he yelled.

  Hard hands gripped her hips, forcing her off his cock. What did I do wrong? Before she could ask, he yanked her hair, throwing the long length of it over the front of her shoulder. Hot liquid splashed against her naked back, his semen coating her skin. He curled his hand around her waist, pulling her back against his chest, heedless of the sticky mess smearing across his clothes.

  “You make me crazy, Silver. It scares me how much I wanted to stay inside you, fill you with my seed—my child.”

  She dropped her head back onto his shoulder, unable to speak, shocked by how much she wanted it, too.

  Three days they’d spent together, and already she couldn’t imagine her future without him.

  You’re in big trouble, Silver.

  Chapter Eight

  He waited until her breathing slowed. Waited a few minutes more to be sure she was sound asleep. He’d taken her again, in the shower, in their bed. Their bed. She belonged with him now. In his mind, everything he had was hers now, too—theirs. Including his heart. She muttered something. He held her closer, smoothing his hands over the long waves of her hair draped over her shoulder. She settled again, and he risked easing away. Taking care not to disturb her, he slid his arm from beneath her body, tucked his pillow at her back, and rolled from the bed.

  The wolf itched beneath his skin, desperate to get out. Being in the room with four other dominant males, even if two of them were human, had stretched his patience to the limit. Combined with the scent of his mate’s fear, the wolf had wanted to rip and claw at everything and everyone around them. Channeling his aggression into sex had worked for a while, but the wolf would not be sated.

 

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