The knowledge was alarming, terrifying, definitely dangerous, but there was no changing how he felt. His emotions were wrapped up every bit as tight and strong as his lust for her. The heat kept building, until he swore his semen was boiling in his balls, until lights flashed behind his eyelids and his mind roared with the fury of his desire. His cock swelled to bursting, pushing at the tight walls of her channel confining and constricting him, forcing the velvet heat over his scars until currents of pleasure swamped his nerve endings and ripped through his body.
Mari screamed and buried her face in his chest to muffle the cries as her body rippled and pulsed and shuddered with her orgasm, the muscles clamping down, convulsing around him, drawing out jet after jet of his hot release. Her orgasm seemed endless, her body rippling around his, at first hard and strong and then with more gentle aftershocks.
They lay together, locked in each other's arms, trying to find a way to breathe when their lungs were starved for air and their bodies were covered with a fine sheen of sweat. He kept his hand in her hair, fingers lazily massaging her scalp while his heart quieted and he felt strangely at peace.
'I could lie with you forever, Mari, just like this.'
She smiled, her hands sliding possessively over his back. 'I was thinking the same thing.'
He shifted to take his weight from her, reluctantly leaving the haven of her body but wrapping an arm around her to bring her onto her side facing him. He loved the way her nipples were so erect and hard, an invitation lying against the sweet, swelling flesh.
'You deserve gentle, Mari,' he said softly, kissing her as tenderly as he knew how. 'I can't feel when I do gentle. God help me, I want to feel you when I'm deep inside you. I try to pull back, in my mind I try, but the need to feel you around me, to be that close to you, wins out and I can't do gentle.'
'I didn't ask you to.'
'There are marks all over you. I can't touch you without leaving behind bruises and little bite marks.' He stroked a caress across her breast, tugged at her nipple, and was rewarded with her sharply drawn breath.
'I left a few scratches and bite marks on you.' she reminded him. weaving her fingers together behind his neck, offering her breasts to his attention. 'I'll tell you if you get too rough.'
He couldn't resist the invitation and licked at one pert nipple, stroking his tongue over it and then tugging gently with his teeth. 'I came here to comfort you, to hold you, not take you like this, in this horrible place. I want to take you home, baby, somewhere safe, far away from here. Come home with me. I swear. I had no intentions of doing anything but holding you in my arms.'
A moan escaped when his mouth closed over her breast and he suckled, his mouth pulling strongly while his teeth teased and his tongued laved. 'I want to go home with you.' The words sounded strangled. His hand had slipped down her belly to rest at the junction between her legs.
'I could sneak you out of here,' he tempted, his tongue flicking wickedly. Two fingers stroked along her pulsing entrance.
'All of the girls have to go.' Her body jumped under the contact, his fingers pushing into her and finding her clit with lazy strokes. Each touch sent a vibration through her breasts to her nipples, where his teeth and tongue played. 'And we have to make sure that Violet and her husband are safe.'
He kissed her left breast and moved on to the right, this time pushing deep with his hand until she was riding him. They didn't have much time left together, and he would have to walk away and leave her locked up at Whitney's mercy. It was a terrifying thought, one that tied his belly in tight, hard knots. 'After, will you come to Montana with me and see our home?' He stilled his hand, his mouth, his breath-waiting.
A heartbeat went by. She pushed against his fingers, trying for relief but he didn't move. 'Is my sister there?'
'When we know it's safe, Jack will bring her there. It's their home as well, but I don't want you to come for Briony. I want you to come for me. No matter what, Briony is going to want to see you. She made us both promise to find you and bring you back to her.' He suckled again, feeling the wash of her liquid response over his hand, and his fingers began their slow assault once more.
'I'm terrified of meeting her, Ken.' She couldn't quite find her breath, but she never, never wanted him to stop. Lying in the dark with his hands and mouth roaming her body made her feel as if she belonged somewhere. This was for her, this slow, gentle wash of pleasure, completely for her and she knew it.
'You shouldn't be. She wants to love you, Mari. She wants her sister back. And she'll welcome the rest of your family. Briony is a generous, compassionate woman and courageous enough to take on my brother.' His hand moved in earnest, thumb and fingers stroking caresses over every sensitive spot until she could feel the tension building and building all over again.
'As long as Whitney's alive, she'll be in danger.'
'But not because of you. He had her adopted parents killed, and he tried to kidnap her the moment he found out she was pregnant.'
'I can't believe she's going to have a baby.' Her breath was coming in gasps.
'She couldn't believe it either. Whitney's team of super-soldiers did some damage to the house, but we've repaired it.' Now his fingers were truly wicked, exploring and teasing and never quite giving her what she needed.
Mari tried to push harder against his hand, to trap him into giving her release. 'He promised me that as long as I cooperated with him, he'd leave Briony alone.'
Ken's teeth tugged at her nipple in a gentle punishment. 'He never left her alone. He kept tabs on her all these years. He outlined her education and insisted on his own doctor treating her for all illnesses. Whitney lied about Briony just as he lied all those years to Lily.'
'I feel so bad for Lily. It's a terrible thing to find out your entire childhood is built on a house of cards.'' His ringers pushed deep, withdrew, then pushed against her clit until she wanted to sob with pleasure. She closed her eyes.
Ken leaned down and kissed her belly button. It was so like Mari to be concerned for Lily. Mari who had no childhood, who had been treated like a grown soldier before she could barely walk. 'Look at me, sweetheart. Open your eyes and look into mine.'
His voice was low and commanding and Mari's lashes lifted. Her gaze met his. saw the absolute possession there, the stark need and the stamp of ruthless control mixed with something that could be love. She'd never seen the emotion, so she wasn't certain that was what she was seeing, but she kept her gaze locked with his when he took her over the edge and had her crying out his name.
Chapter 17
That surprised Ken. Jesse Calhoun was a valued member of the team, but he had been seriously wounded and was in a wheelchair. Mainly he ran the investigations.
It took a moment for him to realize Jack wasn't joking, and it shocked Ken. He had trained with the men and they fought together, worked, and even at times lived together, but he had never realized their loyalties extended to him and his brother. Jack and he had always been a little apart, and often other men were leery of them.
Ken cleared his throat, thankful no one could see him.
Emotion was playing far too big a part with him these days.
