Capturing Caroline (10 page)

When Torrent
returned from the woods with two fat rabbits in hand, a merry fire
burned in the center of the camp. Jessa, Logan, and Caroline were
sitting around the fire, talking in low tones. Kaitlyn would return
home for the night and rejoin their party tomorrow…likely after all
the fireworks had been set off.

“Excellent,”
said Logan with a smile, rising to take the rabbits from Torrent.
“I’ll clean these up and we’ll put them on the spit. I’m starved.
How about you?”

His gaze met
Caroline’s over the campfire. He was hungry, all right…just not for
food. He mumbled an uncommitted response to Logan and went over to
be near his love. Holding out a hand, he said, “Want to take a
walk?”

Caroline
slipped her hand into his, rose, and followed him into the
woods.

They strolled
in silence, using a deer path to avoid the worst of the underbrush
and tree limbs. Around them the night was alive, breathing—small
twigs cracking underfoot, tiny birds cooing in the branches, the
breeze rustling leaves above their heads.

“Caroline,
I—”

She turned
toward him suddenly. “Let’s run as dire wolves. Can we?”

He blinked,
confused by her sudden desire to shift. “We’re still far from
Magica territory. Yes, sure, we can run.”

“I need a good
run, Torrent. I need to burn off a little of this sadness.”

He nodded. If
only it were that easy.

They took off
their clothes, folded them and laid them carefully on a nearby log.
Caroline’s alabaster skin glowed silver in the moonlight. All he
wanted was to catch her up in his arms and kiss every smooth, cool
inch of it, but he knew that Caroline needed the run, the physical
exertion to bury all the negative thoughts and emotions. That
Caroline understood that a shift and a long, hard run could do that
meant she was coming into her own as a dire wolf.

Caroline
shifted without thought. One minute she was a woman, the next a
sleek dark dire wolf. Effortless. Like she had been born to it. She
padded into the underbrush.

He shifted and
followed her. Matching her strides, he trotted alongside her,
conveying nothing mentally, even though they could communicate that
way.

All of a
sudden, she bolted for the north. Not missing a beat, he followed
her, their legs pounding out a beat of freedom on the forest floor.
Muscles working, silky fur shining in the moonlight, bodies
stretching against the cool night air, they ran and ran.

They shot out
of the forest and ran over a flat plain. He knew where they were
going and how to get back, something he wasn't sure Caroline had
thought about in her grief-stricken state. Currently they were
heading ever farther away from Mage territory...and covering ground
quickly.

He would let
her run until she'd exhausted her emotions. If he needed to carry
her back, he'd do it gladly. This is what she needed. This is what
they both needed.

He remembered
going on runs like this with his father when he’d been a child.
Their family had lived far from the village, on their own in the
middle of the wilderness. Every day he and his father had hunted
for the family. Torrent wished he could see them one last time, his
parents, but they’d known for some time what the future held in
store for him and they'd said what needed saying long ago. It was
something Torrent thought everyone should do—never let words go
unspoken because no one knew what the next day would bring.

His ultimate
goal was keeping Caroline safe on this journey. If she got out this
unscratched, he could go to his death and rest easy.

They ran for
what seemed like half the night, but was probably only about
forty-five minutes. Caroline ducked into a small group of trees and
collapsed by a river, immediately shifting back to human form. She
curled up into a ball at the edge of the water and sobbed.

Torrent stood
over her for a long moment, his heart breaking. Shivering, she
cried for him in the middle of the forest. She looked as alone as
she soon would be. His throat closing with tears, he curled his
body around hers and let her snuggle into his warm dire wolf coat.
She turned to face him, her fingers tangling in the thick fur at
his sides and nuzzled her face into his neck. He allowed her to cry
it out, a cathartic act she needed as much as the run.

Once she'd wept
herself dry, he shifted back to human and held her against him. The
ground was cold on his bare skin, but nothing could detract from
the pleasure of holding his beloved in his arms. He would
appreciate every last moment of this, bittersweet though it
was.

She adjusted
her body and sealed her mouth over his, her salty tears running
down her cheeks, transferring to his and running into his mouth. He
pulled her beneath his body, covering her, and slanted his mouth
hungrily across hers.

Her kisses were
not the sweet type—she wanted him. He wanted her too, with every
ounce of his desire. His hands skated over her skin, memorizing
every inch.

Tears stung
Caroline’s eyes as Torrent enveloped her in his arms. His huge
hands moved to her waist and slipped up the bare skin of her sides.
His thumbs brushed back and forth against her waist, making her
relax into his. The sensation of his body on hers mesmerized
her.

He nipped her
lower lip, dragging it slowly between his teeth. She shivered with
pleasure, goose bumps rising on her flesh. Her cunt seemed to catch
fire when his tongue slid in again to unhurriedly caress hers. She
felt every stroke of it between her thighs.

Torrent didn’t
simply kiss her; he made love to her mouth. Sometimes his tongue
played with hers, then slipped out so he could nip at her lips,
then he’d slant his mouth across hers to penetrate once more. The
kiss was at times demanding, then soft, then the tease of something
more. It stole her breath and made her want that
more
with
heady lust.

He eased his
hands down her hips to cup her rear and pulled her up against his
body. His aroused cock pressed against her thigh and her cunt grew
hotter, damper and more sensitive.

“Look at me,
Caroline,” he murmured.

Tipping her
head up, she met his gaze. She felt drunk.

“I want you to
watch me while I pleasure you, Caroline. I want you to be one with
this moment and remember it forever.”

Her eyes
widened as Torrent eased down the length of her body and lowered
his mouth to her clit. His gaze held hers as he sucked it between
his masterful lips. Pleasure rippled through her body as he teased
it, driving her quickly to the razor’s edge of a climax. She moaned
and her eyes fluttered shut.

“Caroline, look
at me,” Torrent requested in a low voice.

“You’re making
me crazy. Let me come,” she moaned.

“Look at me and
I will make you come.”

Raising her
head from the pillow, she stared into his eyes. Holding her gaze
steadily, he sucked and licked her clit. At the same time, he
stroked her entrance with his finger, massaging the sensitive
nerves around her labia until she wanted to scream. Torrent held
her there, on the edge of an orgasm. He had her exactly where he
wanted her.

“Torrent,
please,
” she begged.

“Caroline, come
apart,” he whispered roughly. “Moan for me.” Easing his skillful
tongue deep inside her, he thrust it in and out, while
simultaneously stroking her clit with the pad of his index
finger.

Her climax
enveloped her body, making her cry out his name as the waves of it
washed through her, driving all rational thought from her mind.
Convulsions of the deepest pleasure she’d ever known racked her
body for what seemed like minutes. Gently caressing her clit,
Torrent drew her orgasm out until it came to a shuddering stop.

The experience
left her wrung out, her muscles limp. “Torrent,” she breathed.
“That was incredible.”

With a feral
look in his eyes, he climbed up her body and closed his mouth over
her nipple. Caroline wrapped her legs around his waist and arched
her back as he licked at it, stroking her other nipple gently.
Desire flickered to life deep in her belly and radiated out,
quickly consuming her. She could never get enough of this man.

Torrent eased
himself between her thighs and ground his pelvis against her
aroused clit. The jut of his rock-hard cock against her tender
folds made a low, guttural moan of need erupt from her throat. He
dragged her earlobe between his teeth, making her shudder. “I’m
going to ease my cock inside you, Caroline. I can’t wait to thrust
into you again and again until you cry out in pleasure.”

Tendrils of
lust curled up her spine at his words. He slipped his hands beneath
her rear and cupped it while he thrust against her in an impression
of the actual act. Caroline spread her thighs, wanting more
contact. Pushing up against him, she pressed her bare breasts to
his chest. He held her to him with a groan; his fingers tangling in
her hair and running down over her back. Caroline kissed and licked
and bit his chest and shoulder, unable to get enough of him.

“I love you,
Caroline,” he whispered as he pulled her up to sit so she straddled
him, her bare cunt spread and vulnerable to him.

She stared into
his eyes, enjoying this incredibly vulnerable position with the man
she adored most in the universe. Her throat closed with emotion for
a moment before she could answer. “I love you back.”

Easing his hand
between them, he rubbed his fingers over her aroused sex. Her labia
were swollen and her clit was excited and begging for more
attention. He eased his finger slowly inside her. Caroline closed
her eyes, groaning, and bit his shoulder gently.

“You feel so
good,” Torrent breathed.

He thrust his
finger up inside her slow and deep enough to make nearly crazy. Her
muscles clenched and she moaned low and long. He pulled his finger
back out and did it again. She felt herself gush for him in
response, making the slide of his finger in and out of her body
easier.

“Do you want
more?”

“Yes,” she
breathed.

He added
another finger, stretching her muscles and widening her to take his
cock. Her eyes practically rolled back into her head, it felt so
good. She never wanted it to stop.

“I can’t wait
to be inside of you, Caroline,” he groaned. “I can’t wait to be one
with you. I want to be one with you for the rest of my life.” He
rubbed his fingertips back and forth against a sensitive knot of
nerves inside her.

She sank her
teeth into his shoulder and scored his back with her fingernails as
an orgasm suddenly overwhelmed her.

“I love to give
you pleasure, Caroline,” Torrent murmured. “You come so sweetly for
me.”

He kissed her
throat. He eased her back onto the leaves cushioning her and
positioned the head of his cock at her entrance.

“Touch me,” he
said. “Feel how hard I am for you.”

Caroline bit
her lower lip and reached, wrapping her hand around the base of his
cock. Torrent tipped his head back and groaned. She pumped him up
and down, exploring the hard softness of him and the veins running
down the length.

She met his
eyes. “You are so beautiful…in every way.” God, she wanted him
inside her so much. Desire pooled between her thighs for him,
pushing away everything else, pushing away their horrible
future…pushing away her pain. All she wanted was for this man to be
inside her, to be
one
with her, as he’d said.

He came down
over her body. “I’m going to make love to you now, Caroline.”

She held his
gaze, her eyes touched with tears. “I wish this moment could last
forever.”

He guided her
hand between her thighs, making her caress her own clit, skim over
her labia and finally helped her to press her own fingers deep
inside of her. She gasped at the sensation of all those gripping
muscles, the wet heat of it.

“Do you feel
it? It’s like heaven in there,” he whispered hoarsely.

Easing her hand
away, he brushed the head of his cock against her, teasing her.
“More,” she breathed.

Torrent slid
the smooth crown of his cock an inch into her and Caroline thought
she’d come right then. She arched into him, pushing her hips at
him, wanting more of him. The way he stretched her muscles felt
amazing.

“That’s so
good,” she whispered thickly.

He groaned and
slid in another few inches. She squirmed against him and he grabbed
her hips, holding her in place. “More?” he asked.

“More,” she
barely managed to respond.

He pushed in
another couple inches and an orgasm flirted with her body, making
her groan.

“You feel so
good, Caroline,” he said, sounding drunk.

“More. Give me
all of you.”

He hilted
inside of her, then pulled out and thrust in again so slowly she
could feel every centimeter of his powerful cock in her most
intimate of places. He held her hips, keeping her from wriggling as
he shafted her slow…so slow she thought she’d lose her mind.

Caroline felt
the edge of a climax growing. “Faster,” she gasped.

Torrent pulled
back and thrust in again and again, faster and harder, impaling her
to the base of him. Caroline came. It exploded through her, making
her arch her back and almost scream. Her spasming muscles milked
his pistoning cock and she felt her moisture bathe him, easing the
slide of his shaft in and out of her body.

He came down
over her body, still thrusting into her. Every inward motion sent
her hips into the soft bed of leaves beneath her. He kissed and
licked her neck, groaning out her name as he thrust into her. His
big body tensed and he groaned long and low as he came.

They stayed
tangled together until the waves of his climax passed. The cool
evening air licked at their bare skin, but Caroline hardly felt it.
Being here with Torrent was heaven and nothing,
nothing
,
could make it anything less.