Primal Surrender (Surrender Trilogy)

by Lori King

  She let him lead her down the slope of the hill into the trees and over to the bank of the creek, barely noticing the saddlebags he carried until he was spreading picnic accruements on the grassy edge. He pulled out plates, silverware, and napkins, before bringing out a half dozen sandwiches, potato salad, and watermelon wedges. “This is your idea of a few sandwiches?”

  “I wanted to make sure you weren’t hungry. Riding is a workout when you’re not used to it. Eat up.” He passed her a bottle of water and a plate and she helped herself to the food. Bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches were one of her favorite summer foods, and she moaned as she inhaled her first sandwich.

  “This is delicious. Did you make all of this?”

  He nodded looking slightly uncomfortable at her praise, “It’s not a big deal, just something quick to fill the grumbly hole up. Did I make you uncomfortable with all of that BDSM talk?”

  Claudia hesitated before she answered thinking her response out. “No, not really. I’m curious, not put off. When you’re being Dominant what exactly does that mean?”

  “It depends on who I’m with.” She flinched at the reminder that he would have to have had a partner to explore BDSM with, and he frowned at her. “I’m not a priest, Claudia. I’m thirty-five years old. I’ve been with other women.”

  A hot flush crept up her cheeks. “I know. I just don’t like thinking about the other women you’ve been with.”

  He gave her a blinding smile that highlighted his perfectly straight teeth and deep dimples. “You’re jealous? Good, then we’re making progress.”

  “You want me to be jealous?” she asked in confusion.

  Shaking his head, he laughed, “Not necessarily, but if you are it means you care. And I definitely want you to care, sweetheart.”

  He dropped a kiss on her lips but pulled away before she could deepen it. His lips were like crack and she felt like an addict. Just one taste and she was a goner. “Back to the point, what does Dominant mean to you?”

  Pushing her plate away, she relaxed into the grass, resting on her side as she waited for him to answer. To her surprise he seemed completely comfortable talking about the subject.

  “I prefer to be in control in my relationships for the most part. Not in the sense I need to micromanage my partner’s every waking moment—that would be a Master/slave relationship and it’s not appealing to me. Instead I like to know that if she needs something she will look to me to provide it. Whether it be comfort after a long day, a sounding board for her daily life, or mind-numbing pleasure all night long. I want to be the central focus of her life as much as she is mine, but I want her to trust me to make decisions for her benefit.”

  “So you want a mindless twit you can boss around?” she asked. Her tone was righteous and indignant, but everything she knew about BDSM could be held on a tablespoon, and he wasn’t exactly making it any more appealing.

  “Not at all. In fact, I prefer a partner and completely open communication. You have to be able to have an intelligent conversation with your partner, otherwise what’s the point? No, most of my Dominant tendencies appear in the bedroom, and in my over-protective nature.” He finished packing away their lunch, and stretched out on the grass beside her. Once he was settled he held out his arm, indicating that she could scoot closer. Her head settled into the crook of his shoulder, and his masculine fragrance filled her nose, addling her brain. “I find it hard to explain what I want out of a partner, because there’s a small part of me that gets a thrill out of allowing a woman to take temporary control in bed too. I’m not averse to a bit of bondage in my bed, even if it’s me being tied down.”

  She could hear the blood rushing through her ears and her heart pounding as she tried not to give herself away. It wasn’t time for him to know how much his fantasy turned her on. The bedroom was the only place she ever seemed to be in control, and it scared her he might ask her to give it up completely. Her whole life was dictated by someone else. It always had been. So when she started dating, she found herself selecting men who were easily directed. Men who were on the doormat side of pushover, and none of her relationships lasted very long. Just because she wanted to take over in bed on occasion didn’t mean she didn’t want a man who could be a real man in other aspects of their relationship.

  “You’re thinking an awful lot. This is supposed to be relaxing,” Mack said, and she tipped her head to find him watching her.

  “You’re giving me a lot to think about. I guess I’ve always assumed people were either Dominant or submissive. Not both. I’m not sure how it can work, but I’m intrigued.”

  He dropped a kiss on her nose with a chuckle. “Good, I can work with intrigued. So tell me about yourself.”

  She snorted, “I’m pretty boring.”

  Poking her in the side, he growled a little. “So tell me the boring basics. What’s your middle name?”

  “Dawn. Claudia Dawn Schmidt. What’s yours?”

  “Granger.” He rolled his eyes when she frowned in question, “It was my mom’s maiden name. I’m Cormac Granger Thompson.”

  “Cormac?”

  Nodding, he explained, “My father’s mother was Irish, and he and my mother wanted to honor her heritage. I hated the name as a kid, so everyone called me Mack.”

  “I like Cormac, but Mack seems to suit you better. What’s Ryker’s middle name?”

  “Denver. It’s where he was born. Mom and Dad had a trip to the mountains planned for their fifth wedding anniversary. Mom was seven months pregnant and she fell getting out of the cab at the hotel. It sent her into labor, and she never even made it to the mountain. Ryk was born small because he was early, so he and mom had to stay in Denver for a few weeks before she could bring him home.”

  “Wow! I never would have imagined Ryker would have started out premature. He certainly grew up,” she said with a laugh. Her laughter died when she realized Mack had gone tense underneath her. Rising up on her elbows, she looked down into his face. “What? What’s wrong?”

  “Do you like Ryker, Claudia?” he asked bluntly.

  “Of course I like him, Mack. Why are you asking?”

  Shaking his head, he gave her a concerned frown, “No, I mean do you like like him?”

  Her eyes were rolling before he even got the whole question out of his mouth, “Are you fucking kidding me? What’s next, a note that says check yes or no? We’re not in junior high, Mack. Spit it out.”

  In an instant she found herself on her back, with Mack sprawled over her. His large frame pinning her to the soft grass, with his hips wedged between her thighs. Her wrists were held loosely above her head in one of his massive hands, while the other hand gripped her hair, holding her in place.

  Dilated pupils and flaring nostrils told her he wasn’t joking when he snarled down at her. “You know what I mean, sweetheart. Do you want to fuck, Ryker? Do you want his cock in your pussy, fucking you, claiming you? I know you want me. I see it in your eyes, and I smell it on the air every time you get close to me. So tell me the truth. Do you want Ryker just as much?”

  Air pumped out of her lungs wickedly fast as she tried to contain her rising lust. Between his body position, his angry possessiveness, and his dirty talk she was ready to fuck without another word, but it wouldn’t help this situation.

  “Yes. Damn it. I’m attracted to Ryker. His kiss turned me on, and I’ve thought about him. I’m sorry if it hurts you, Mack, but it’s the God’s honest truth. I won’t lie to you.”

  She watched him apprehensively; terrified he would pull away from her now that she had admitted her attraction to Ryker. Instead, his fingers clenched tighter around her ponytail, and he rocked forward, grinding his erection against the inflamed V of her thighs and making her moan out loud.

  “Thank you for being honest. Now, I’ll be honest with you. I don’t think Ryker and I are built the same way the Brooks brothers are, or the Keegan brothers are. I can’t see us sharing a house for much longer, much less a woman. We’re two very
different people, and I understand your attraction to him. All I’m asking is that you let me show you how good it can be between the two of us, before you decide if you want to pursue Ryker.” Worry filled his eyes, but it was tempered by his desire. He had amazing self-control because she was ready to self-combust.

  It took her several tries, but she managed to squeak out, “Yes.”

  A satisfied smirk lit up his features before his mouth dropped to hers, and he began his seduction. As his kiss branded her lips, she felt it leave a permanent mark on her heart too. He may not realize it yet, but she had already given her heart to him. The only catch was his younger brother had a grip on it too.

  *****

  Mack couldn’t believe his good fortune. Not only did he find a woman who was beautiful, intelligent, and kind hearted, but she seemed to genuinely care about him as a person. Since he declared bankruptcy on his life’s work, and walked away from Saddle-Up, he had avoided dating. It was completely out of character for him to walk up to a woman and ask her out, but with Claudia it seemed natural. Something about her hooked him in from the moment he heard the whiskey notes of her voice, and spotted her lush curves. He wanted her with every fiber of his being, but the scary part was he already knew he needed her too. Three days shouldn’t have been enough to feel that way, but somehow it was.

  Her heat poured into him via their kiss, scorching his soul and stealing his breath. It was intoxicating, and he felt his balls tighten as she shifted against him. Her body undulated as much as she could in the small space underneath him, and she let out a whimper of need that cut through to his core. Breaking their kiss, he nipped her bottom lip.

  “Tell me no, Claudia. Tell me to stop now or I’ll keep going until I have you begging for my cock.” He held back a laugh at the flash of indignation that battled with desire in her eyes.

  The corners of her sweetly swollen lips curved up slightly and her pink tongue darted out to wet them before she whispered, “I don’t beg, Mack, so do your worst.”

  The dare was too much to resist when he already wanted her so much. His blood hummed through his body, so strong was his craving for her. He could see his own need reflected back to him in her eyes, and it intensified every caress of their bodies, every touch of their skin.

  With a slight shift of his hips, he seated himself more firmly between her thighs, pressing the length of his erection against the molten core between her legs. The pressure of her heels against the back of his knees sent a shiver up his spine. Her hands curls up around the back of his neck, tugging him back down to her and mashing their mouths together until they shared the same breath. She became the oxygen his blood needed.

  Sliding one hand up her torso under her t-shirt, he tweaked the hard bud of a nipple under the satin cover of her bra. Forcing her to release his neck, he shimmied down her body making sure to add more pressure to the V between her legs than necessary. She delighted him by groaning and arching her back, lifting her breasts up to his mouth in a decadent offering fit for the Gods. Later he wouldn’t remember tugging her shirt off, or snapping the strap of her bra, but somehow it happened, and her luscious tits were bare to his mouth.

  Claudia’s gasps grew in intensity as he suckled, squeezed, pinched, and bit at the perfect globes. They overflowed his hands, and he knew someday he wanted to squeeze them tightly around his cock, watching them swallow him up. Every inch of skin that appeared as he pushed her skin tight jeans over her soft thighs was deliciously perfect. She had broad hips he knew served as the platform for a plump heart shaped ass that would cradle him nicely. Her tummy was soft, and her belly button deep, and he proceeded to taste them as he made his way down the valley of her torso to the curled topped mound of glory between her legs.

  Her desire glistened on the blonde curls, and he inhaled her musky scent deep into his lungs, knowing he would never forget this moment. Listening to her mewling with pleasure from his work roughened hands, and watching her rise to feel his hot breath on her skin, left him feeling primal. It was all he could do to keep from lifting up and plunging into her hot cunt in one long brutal stroke.

  “Mack! Stop teasing me,” she groaned when he blew his breath out across the pearly pink head of her clit.

  Chuckling, he winked at her from his place on his belly between her legs. “Mmm…not quite begging yet. A little less sass next time, sweetheart, and maybe I’ll give in.”

  Before she could snipe back at him, he dropped his head, and using his thumb and forefinger, he spread the swollen lips of her labia, getting his first view of heaven. Like a red cape to a bull, her pink slit called to him, and his mouth watered to love her. Magic burst on his tongue at the first taste of her sweet cream. The stiff nub of her clit making his tongue tingle, and his balls draw up tight. He heard her squeal of pleasure, and then her muttered pleas of mercy as he ran his tongue from top to bottom and back before sinking into her tight hole.

  Sweet Jesus, she was tight. Her pussy muscles gripped his tongue, sucking and pulling on it as though to keep it in place. Instead he alternated fucking her with it and running it in tight gentle circles around her clit. Just when she would begin to tremble under him, he would pull back and blow a cold breath over her sizzling skin. It wasn’t long before he had to dig his fingers into her hips to hold her thrusting hips down. When she finally began begging it was a relief to his stubborn pride and his aching cock.

  “Mack, please, please, please!”

  Her pretty plea turned him on more than she would ever know, and he gripped his now bare cock with his hand trying to stave off the impending orgasm he could feel in his nuts.

  She shocked him further by grabbing ahold of his throbbing dick and flipping their positions. Rising up over him, she looked up at him through her lashes, and licked the crown of his cock with her scorching hot tongue. He could feel sweat pop up on his upper lip as he hissed out his appreciation for her sweet affection. The soft cavern of her mouth was absolutely perfect, and feeling the back of her throat against his tip made his heart skip a beat. She bobbed on him for a few minutes, giving him the best damn head he’d ever experienced, without even deep-throating him. Her hand moved up and down in time with her mouth, so he didn’t even care that she was only swallowing the first three or four inches. And then she added a little twisting motion to her grip and he nearly shot off into her mouth.

  Gripping her biceps, he tugged her up his body and rolled her onto her back again before she had a chance to protest. “That’s all I can take, sweetheart. If I don’t get inside of you I’ll explode. Open for me.”

  Instantly she slid her legs higher up his hips, opening her pussy up to his searching cock. It was a tight fit, but he managed to line them up and ease the head of his dick into her sweet honey hole. The scent of arousal and grass surrounded them as he slowly fucked his way deep into her. She gave as good as she got, rocking her hips up to meet his pounding thrusts, gripping his biceps as they flexed with his movements. Her nails dug into his skin, giving him an added layer of pain that kept him from blowing his load too quickly.

  It wasn’t long before they had both lost all illusion of control, and were just madly thrusting against each other, his cock slamming into her cervix with every motion, and her wild cries echoing through the trees around them. She screamed out her climax so loudly it triggered his orgasm. He pressed his groin as tightly to her as possible, flexing his cock inside of her as her muscles milked his cum from him.

  Hot, sweaty, and sated, they rested there together, temporarily connected, and somehow permanently changed. It was several minutes before Mack was able to lift his head from her chest to meet her gaze, and he felt immeasurably pleased with himself when he saw the exhaustion on her face.

  “See, begging isn’t so bad,” he whispered, laughing when she smacked his chest with a crack of her palm.

  Narrowing her eyes, she gave him a push, “Turnabouts fair play, Mr. Thompson, and I plan on making you squeal like a little girl when I get a chance. Now up with y
ou, we need to clean up. I’m pretty sure there is a small stick permanently embedded in my right ass cheek.”

  Shame washed through him, and he cringed as he rose. “I’m sorry, Claudia. I shouldn’t have taken you like that, but I didn’t have it planned.”

  The smile on her face was relaxed, “I know, Mack. If I thought any different it wouldn’t have happened, but it turns out I wanted you just as much as you wanted me.”

  He helped her up onto her feet and then spun her around. Grass and dirt marred her sexy back and ass, and he felt terrible. “I’m no better than an animal, ripping your clothes off and fucking you in the dirt. I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me.”

  To his surprise she giggled, and then grabbed his now deflated cock making it twitch with new life. “You think I could hate you after that? Do you know how sexy you made me feel? Just knowing how much you wanted me, and yet you delayed your own pleasure for mine. And besides, you just gave me my first orgasm via actual sex.”

  “I—what?” Mack knew he looked like a fool standing there with his pants around his hips open, cock hanging out, and now mouth hanging open.

  “Yep. I’ve had orgasms that were self-induced, and once with an ex when he used a vibrator, but never in the act. So you better make sure the notch in your bedpost is a deep one cowboy, because I don’t plan on this being a onetime occurrence.”

  “I’m all yours, anytime you want me, Claudia.”

  With a sexy wink she sashayed away swinging her curvy hips. He didn’t even manage to get another word out before she dove into the pond and reemerged like a mermaid calling out to a sailor. Her breasts bobbed on the water, and her hair spread out around her like a cape. “What are you waiting for? I told you we needed to clean up.”

  He didn’t wait for another moment. Laughing all the way, he stripped his clothes off and joined his mermaid in the water. Never before had he felt so accepted or wanted for himself. Love filled the void in his soul he hadn’t even known he had. Now he just needed to figure out the best way to keep her in Stone River.