Blayne Edwards (8 page)
She nodded and then felt his hands slide down her arms.
“I said tell me,” he ordered firmly. But she had heard the unspoken tenderness in his voice.
The man behind her was not only capable of feeling love, but he was so incredibly capable of feeling it that it sometimes consumed him. It controlled him. Made him seem vulgar and cruel when he tried to express it.
“I do want this,” she whispered as she listened to the other things his touch was silently telling her. “I want you.”
At that moment, Chloe thought she heard his soul tell her that the man whose passion made him bite down hard into the soft, tender flesh of her shoulder didn’t do so in order to inflict pain on her. Nor did he do it to draw the blood that Chloe felt him clean away from her skin with his tongue. He did it because he needed to express something so overwhelmingly precious and right inside himself that it sometimes took the contrast of pain and destruction to allow it to be seen and appreciated for what it truly was.
She was certain she heard this from him. And she understood this. She had always understood this. Chloe saw this in nature and in her wolves every day. She knew that death was simply a sad but beautiful part of life and that there was pain both in the creation of life and in the bringing of that life into the world. She knew damned good and well that sex had more to do with what life truly meant than religion or morality ever could.
“What do you think about when a man’s inside you, Chloe?”
His question startled her. The intimacy of it. The thought of a man being inside her mind had always seemed more intimate to her than a man being inside her body.
“Or do you just think about how he feels inside you?” he pressed when she hadn’t answered.
She shook her head. Chloe knew that it had never been mere sex that she wanted from a man. What she truly wanted was that rare connection to another human being where pleasure and pain, life and death, man and woman were all the exact same thing in nature and the only way that such a unity could possibly be expressed was through actions that would seem to a passer-by to be a war between two people. But it wasn’t a war or a fight against one another. It wasn’t a battle between the man and woman entangled within one another’s flesh. Rather, it was a battle they fought together. While they worked toward the same goal.
To become one.
But she couldn’t tell him this yet.
She had always imagined that the men she had dreamed of, the ones Maw had spoken of, would most likely have understood this better than anyone. A man who was the embodiment of two beings that never should have joined. A man who had no choice but to accept that man is an animal if only because half of his being could be classified in no other way. And a man who was the result of nature’s tenacity. Its will to live and its ability to evolve in order to sustain life.
“Do you like it gentle when a man makes love to you?” he breathed to her. Chloe felt his mouth on her neck and his fingers trace her ribs and then a nipple. “Or a little rough?”
She could feel his forehead pressed against the back of her head, his hands kneading the flesh of her ass. This man wanted inside her. Badly. And he wanted her to want him there, although his hands and body would seem to be quite determined even if she told him she didn’t want him to fuck her. His breath moved her hair as he panted, holding back as much as possible so as if to not seem too obscene in his desires or his actions toward her. She understood what he wanted to do to her. And Chloe knew that he wanted to enjoy free reign while he did it. She wanted the exact same thing for them both.
She took her hands away from the wall and reached back for him. Her fingers found his neck, the stubbled line of his jaw. And then his lips. Chloe pushed against them, causing them to part slightly. Her fingers pressed into his mouth, finding his tongue, and then working themselves into him. Roughly probing inside him as she wanted him to probe inside her. She felt him grip the flesh of her thighs in a bruising response to her invitation.
“I want inside you,” he growled.
He pressed his prick between her legs and Chloe felt him flex his thighs against her in anticipation. But he didn’t take her yet. Chloe suspected that the force she felt causing the muscles of his legs to quiver against the backs of her thighs would cause her pain if he were to completely let it out. His need held within it the power to destroy even with its ability to create.
Chloe had watched male animals in the most extreme depths of their need as they killed one another in their quests to ensure their species’ survival. She had seen female animals collapse from having been mounted and mated to the point of exhaustion and then kicked and battered to death by their mates when their bodies could take no more of the attempts at procreation. It was a bloody and cruel thing to see. It was vile. Repugnant.
And completely natural.
To find a man who knew this. Felt this. One who at least wanted to allow himself to give in to his more natural tendencies when he made love to his woman was what Chloe had always wanted. She didn’t want to die. She had no desire to be fucked to death.
But she wanted to know that the man fucking her knew and openly accepted that he had the ability to do it, just the same. And she wanted to know who was bringing the male part of their being to their bed and who was bringing the female part.
She felt him reach around and take a breast within his palm. He squeezed it. Almost hard enough to make her cry out but still not as hard as he could have gripped. He then wrapped his other arm around her mid section and pulled her back to press against him in an action of apology for merely playing his part.
“Spread your legs and lean back on me,” he ordered.
Chloe felt the furred, hard wall of his chest on her back as she settled against him. He lowered their bodies backward on the bed, her butt resting back on the tops of his thighs. Luke reached around her and parted her legs even more than she had to allow his cock to wedge even more firmly against her.
“Reach down and open up your pussy for me,” he whispered. “Use my cock to play with yourself.”
Her cunt dripped against the shaft of his prick as Chloe reached down to bring it forward. Closer to the mouth of her sex. She pressed up against the head of his organ. Into her clit. And then began to move on it. Stimulating herself with the satiny end of his dick.
Luke moaned and Chloe felt him begin to move his cock back and forth against her.
“You want it inside you, don’t you, Chloe?” he breathed to her. “You want me in your pussy.”
She nodded and pressed his head up into herself even more. She liked the shape of his erection. Its head was large and would feel wonderful when he pulled himself fully from her womb and then plunged back inside her. There would be no slipping carefully into her cunt with a cock such as this. Chloe would feel each and every pass of that head. Every single inch of him would have the way cleared by their leader and Chloe’s pussy would be forced to stretch to accommodate the head’s girth and then immediately close up around his shaft. Surrounding his sex. Enveloping him.
“Take it,” he murmured. “Push it up inside yourself,” he ordered quietly.
She shifted and pressed his cock upward. Sucked in a breath when the head popped just inside her and then gasped when she felt him quickly pull out of her. Luke’s hands ran down the lengths of her arms. Down to her hands once again, bending her elbows as they went, and he lifted them both and then leaned over her. Pressing her down to all fours.
“Do you want the rest of it now?” he asked.
Chloe nodded and reached for a pillow to grip as she felt the fingers of one of his hands wrap and secure themselves in her hair. Steadying her. His other hand went to her clit. And then farther back, to the opening of her cunt. Spreading her lips and then wetting them even more when his fingers pushed inside her and dragged moisture from her.
The intensity of the situation scared Chloe. And it wasn’t merely the intensity she felt coming from Luke. Her own feelings. Her own emotions caused her to rethink for a moment what she was about to do. She had no doubts about wanting to fuck this man. And there was no hesitation present in her body or mind to take him inside her. But there was a fear she felt growing as the act began to evolve into something that neither of them would be able to undo.
She had to consider for the first time that although she had never felt exactly what she wanted to with a man, now that the feelings she had craved were beginning to flow, they frightened her. They made her wonder, once part of this man was in her body and after he had come inside her, how was she going to feel if he
was
what she had searched for. And if she did fall in love with this man, what would she wish for then? What would her dreams consist of if she got exactly what she wanted? And how would she ever be happy again if anything were to happen to him?
It was insane. Ridiculous. After all, they’d known each other for the extent of twelve hours or so. Chloe had absolutely no right to feel so much anxiety over this man. She barely knew him. And, truth be told, she knew better than to think that she had any idea of who the man in her bed was.
But she did know that an animal could identify a breeding partner within seconds. They can smell one another. The recognition of an animal’s mate is as certain to their sense of smell as the color red is to the human eye.
Or love to the human heart.
But it couldn’t be love. Chloe knew that love was something that took time and effort to find. It wasn’t something that simply became when the right two people somehow met up and touched and tasted and heard something silent and intuitive speak to one another.
Was it?
And besides, had it been love, wouldn’t she have felt it when they had first met earlier that day as opposed to just now? She doubted she would ever know the answer to that question. And within seconds, it wouldn’t matter. Luke Caine was about to fuck her beyond any kind of intelligent thought anyway.
At least Chloe hoped he was.
* * * * *
She was ovulating. It had started as she slept. And he was just as painfully aware of how badly Chloe wanted to breed.
Unfortunately, she wanted his twin to be the one fucking her.
The thought of Chloe making love to Luke was something that made Caine’s blood boil. She had spoken of Luke’s making her feel freer than she ever had felt, but Caine knew the truth.
His twin was not the man Chloe Evans was supposed to be with. Chloe belonged to Caine. She was to be his alpha bitch, if only to give him his firstborn. This was as obvious to Caine as her excitement was now that he had started to mate with her. And if it took his hurting her to make her see that she belonged to him and not his brother, then that was something he was prepared to do.
Luke was cruel when he mated. Hard and unfeeling. Brutal at times.
Caine could be the same way. Especially when he had to ensure that the bitch in question didn’t mate and create young with the wrong man. His desire to protect his alpha status and his right to breed had forced him to take these measures. Chloe’s spoken desire to have Luke mount her had urged the actions along.
He knew he had to fuck Chloe as Luke would have fucked her. With the force they had both been born with inside them. And then he would have to be cold toward her to hurt her heart. Caine knew that once she saw what Luke truly was like, she wouldn’t want the man ever again.
It wasn’t something the man in Caine wanted to do, but it was necessary. And it was necessary that Caine allow her to believe that it was Luke and not he making love to her.
And the fact that the man in Caine had already fallen in love with her had no bearing on the situation or his reaction to it whatsoever. Not even when Caine looked up to the glass doors to see the eyes of his twin ready to watch him make love to his new mate for the very first time.
Chapter Six
“Chloe?”
She was breathing as if at the end of some spurt she’d had to run to escape a territorial dispute. He was teasing her by not giving her what she wanted, but his own breathing was also labored and indicated that he needed to wait before he made love to her for some reason.
“Chloe, sweetheart, let’s go into the other room.”
The request was odd. Very. And it had come at a very strange time as well. Especially considering the fact that the man behind her was about to explode if he didn’t drive completely into her soon.
She felt his arms wrap around her chest and pull her upright again. The stubble on his jaw scraped against her cheek when he kissed her before pressing his lips to her ear.
“Please.”
The man could have asked her to shave off her eyebrows at that point and Chloe would have used a rusty razor to do it for him. She nodded and felt him move them both to the edge of the bed. His fingers gripped hers in the darkness and she giggled when he stubbed his toe on the footboard and cursed out loud.
“Be careful,” she chuckled and snuggled against his chest as they blindly made their way toward the couch. She started as the bedroom door was slammed shut behind them.
“Don’t you like my bed?”
He didn’t answer her. But he did begin to kiss her only a half a second before pushing her down to the couch and driving his cock into her body with enough force to cause her eyes to water.
Never in her life had she felt so much man and so many emotions battling to occupy the same space at one time. Something in him was demanding that he do bestial, unpleasant things to her as he fucked her while his mind insisted that his mouth and hands remain somewhat human as he made love to her. It was a territorial dispute of another kind. And it was being fought within the boundaries of his own body.
Chloe was clueless as to why he was so emotionally torn as he made love to her. But regardless, whatever the internal conflict the man was having, Chloe was quite sure of one thing.
She had never been fucked or loved like this before.
To any woman not on the receiving end of it, his actions would have appeared vicious and painful and the last thing in the world that would have seemed pleasant. The entire weight of his body pounded in between her thighs each time he entered her and Chloe had to reach up to grip the arm of the couch to steady herself as he thrust into her. His cock drove as far into her as it could and then he pushed it even farther after each stroke. Testing the limits of her womb with a thud that felt as though a metal rod ran the length of his cock. Hitting the very top of her sex on occasion with that magnificent head that felt like a fist plunging into her over and over again.
He gripped her breasts. Her hair. The nape of her neck. Something in the man tried everything to maintain as much control as possible as he pumped into her with his prick. As if random distribution would lessen any discomfort he was inflicting upon her, he gripped and squeezed and pulled at her hair and flesh. But it was useless. He was hard and horny and needed to fuck.
Nothing could have pleased Chloe more.
She felt his hands go up under her ass as he lifted and moved her to an almost sitting position. His cock felt wonderful against the innermost part of her cunt as he thrust, even harder now from the new angle. She gripped his hair in both hands and tried to pull his face to hers, whimpering as he resisted her attempts to taste him.
When he gave in and allowed her to drag his face to hers, his mouth came down on hers and he pulled her bottom lip into him. Sucking with enough pressure to break the tender skin and draw blood. Chloe tasted the salty twang before she felt him clean her wound with his tongue.
“I’m hurting you, aren’t I?”
He had gritted the words through teeth clamped painfully together in his own mouth to keep them from sinking into her and drawing more blood. Her lips couldn’t respond to his question. Even had she possessed the breath she needed to form words, Chloe still wouldn’t have known which ones to use. Yes, he was hurting her. But it felt like a kind of passion she had never been witness to before and so no, it was not something she wanted him to stop doing to her.
“Chloe?”
He had started to hold back. Chloe could feel it in the tight strain of his hips as he fought to be more careful. Less intense as he fucked her. Until she told him it was all right that he do this to her. Or until she somehow let him know that she was enjoying what he was doing as much as he was.
Chloe reached around him, digging her nails into his ass and pulling him so far into herself that she could feel his cock hit the innermost barrier of her sex. Her thighs flexed and then reflexed at the feeling of being stretched so far apart as he reached underneath her and parted her legs even more.
He ground into her and grunted with the effort of his doing it. His cock alternately thrusting and circling, gradually causing her pussy to give and loosen to his demands as he worked himself deeper and deeper into her and as his mouth and teeth bit and sucked and left marks of passion and desire everywhere they sought skin.
Chloe grasped at his back and ass and neck, pulling him even closer. Not wanting his mouth to leave her skin, even when his bites caused her to cry out. Even as the hair on his chest burned in the friction it created against her bare breasts, she wanted him closer to her. She wanted all of him. Every inch of him. Every ounce of him. And she wanted all of him inside her.
The emptiness she had felt for the whole of her life, the very one that had created the need for her fantasies, was slowly being filled by this man. It was being eaten away from her skin by his lips and teeth and pushed out of her soul by his cock. The physical void she suspected all women feel on occasion and to varying degrees was merely part of it. The emotional absence she knew every human being felt was also being destroyed, as she took as much of this man as he could give her. She took his body in powerful thrusts and abrasive scrapes against her flesh. And she yielded to his soul as his heart conveyed to hers through the unspoken tenderness at the very tips of his fingers and in the soft caress of his lips against her ear.
Her sex and her heart were now working together. Toward the same goal. They both wanted to devour this man. Consume him. Make him part of her. And her a part of him.
No mere sex had ever felt like this before. And Chloe suspected that no man would ever come this close to being exactly what she needed him to be to complete her.
Chloe felt him pull her tightly against him and then felt him rock backwards. Moving her legs to straddle him as he lay back. The trembling in his legs and hands told her that this was not exactly what his body wanted. His cock and balls wanted to come. Everything in the man’s body wanted to spill into her. But he also wanted her to be happy as well.
He moved her at first. His fingers dug deeply into the muscles of her thighs as he shifted her back and forth on his dick. Chloe could feel the glans of his erection as it rubbed back and forth against the walls of her cunt. She looked down and ran her fingers through the crisp bristle where their bodies joined, wishing the light was better so she could see the contrast of her reddish blonde pubic hair against his own undoubtedly thick, black patch.
“I want to watch you come, Chloe.”
Her fingers slid within and between the hair of their sexes at his statement. Chloe found her clit and she gripped it. Rose up on her knees a little and allowed him to find it as well. Her fingers guided his. Encouraged him even though he seemed already to know how hard, how much pressure, how quickly she needed to feel his stroke.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
She tingled at his voice and his words. Her fingers and toes and every cell in between started to respond to him. Chloe leaned over him and pressed her cunt down on his cock and her clit against his hand. She ground herself against him now. Selfishly. Chloe felt his erection grow even harder as she began to become more assertive in taking her own pleasure from the situation. His breath and trembling and his painful grip on her thigh told her that something in this man liked being fucked even more than he liked fucking. Some secret masochistic streak that he possessed, but rarely allowed to show, she suspected.
Chloe had also long suspected that they all had that streak in them. But only the sexiest and most secure ever let it out.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?”
She rocked her hips sharply as she nodded. Felt the head of his cock as it popped back and forth inside her. Chloe moved quickly, smoothly, and powerfully as she unabashedly fucked the man underneath her, all the while delighting in the feeling of his fingers being trampled for her own benefit between his own flesh and the aching bud of her clit.
“
Please
come for me,” he moaned as his fingers dug into her hips.
Chloe could have come at any moment. She should have taken it for herself. But she didn’t want to. Something in her wanted to wait. Hold out. Make this event with this man last for as long as possible.
Unfortunately, he was having much more difficulty restraining his own pleasure. Chloe could feel his impatience as he grasped at her hips and roughly moved her back and forth on him, bruising the flesh on her hips with his demands. Insisting that she come so that he could release himself. He was waiting on her. Waiting for her to be pleased.
The frustration of not getting what he wanted was something Chloe knew she could use to her benefit.
She slowed her movements. Barely ground herself against him. Even allowed her body’s excitement to fade a little to have the time to tease him as viciously as she wanted. To get what she wanted from him.
“I want to wait,” she whispered. “I want to just feel you inside me.”
The flexing upward of his hips told her that he was extremely frustrated with her decision. Angry, she would have thought had she not felt the warmth flowing from him in the same intensity as the irritation was. He pushed her up with his hands and held her there. Fucked upwards into her. Banging himself against her even from this less than comfortable position for himself.
That’s better
.
No sooner had that thought gone through her mind than she felt herself flipped and then found the scratchy fabric of the couch pressing against her nipples. He had moved her as if she weighed nothing, his need calling up adrenaline to help him effortlessly move her around so he could mount her from behind.
She barely had time to think about how much she loved this position and the depth he would get before the coarse hair above his prick, wet from her own sex, pressed against her ass as he entered her. Chloe felt his cock thrust into her more forcefully than she had ever felt from any other man. He pumped just as hard as he thrust into her again. And then over and over again with the same power, never letting go of the grip he had on her shoulders to hold her fixed. Pausing only once to quickly push one of her knees over so that he might delve a little deeper into her with his subsequent thrusts.
She felt the intense grip of one hand on her shoulder grow stronger as his other hand went to her hair. Wrapping itself into her curls and pulling her head back as he continued to pound into her. By the time Chloe felt his cock begin to shudder inside her, she had been pulled up by the hair, her back smashed against his front and her neck being bitten by a man who no longer held possession of any control over himself at all.
The animal inside this man had fucked her like she had always wanted to be fucked. And Chloe was quite sure she had found a new passion.
His come felt scalding hot and thick when it surged into her. His body shook violently in response to what he had just done to it and to her. The orgasm now caused him to grip her neck with one of his hands and the front of her pussy with the other. He held her tightly there in front of him as his cock pulsed and spasmed and continued to spray his seed into her.
She could feel the head of his prick. Pulsing and contracting as it throbbed inside her. Pumping the last drops of his semen into her womb. Filling her as only a man can fill a woman. His hands massaged. Soothed. Silently telling her who he was. What he liked to become, if only when inside her. And speaking to something in her that had always felt alone.
