In the tiny room, firelight flicked over a sea of velvety brown cushions, and Vic shivered with need.
Calum kicked the door closed and lay her down. His eyes were intense, his gaze a palpable touch, arousing her until she wanted to writhe. She pushed the urge away-
His lips curved. “Strong little female.” The rumble of his voice was like a hand running down her spine, and she bit her lip, needing him inside her so badly she almost burst into tears. If he didn’t do something, she’d completely humiliate herself and beg.
He straddled her legs and lifted her chin, examining her face, her body. “Ah, cariad, it has you good.” His thumb rubbed her trembling lips. “We will play no games this time then, little cat. You will have what you require.”
With a sure touch, he stripped her of her clothes, and each movement of his firm hands ignited a new spark. Her pussy throbbed; the need for him was growing painful. A shiver ran through her as his masculine scent washed over her. So very male.
He unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang free, long and thick. Like the trunk of a massive oak on his mountain, it held no curve at all. Her head swam, her needs fighting with her refusal to concede, and she didn’t know what to do. Her fingernails dug into her skin, creating sharp pains to join the rest.
He knelt in front of her and pried her fingers loose. “I have never known a female as stubborn or as strong.” With his palm, he cupped her cheek. “Look at me, Victoria.”
When she met his razor-sharp gaze, her skin heated as if she’d stepped into a sauna. Her hands went limp in his. Smiling slightly, he put them on his shoulders and came down on her, crushing her in the cushions with his solid weight.
Her arms tightened. She smoldered with heat, her nipples so tight that she gasped as his chest flattened them. When his legs pressed hers open, the light dusting of his hair scraped her tender inner thighs. Everywhere he touched burned.
“Calum.” The hoarse voice…was hers? She struggled against him for a second, terrified of losing herself completely.
But then his fingers touched her sex, and the feeling was…indescribable, like a band of excitement being drawn taut low in her belly.
His rumble sounded like a purr as he pressed her open. Paused…and then sheathed himself with one thrust.
Everything inside her exploded, the pleasure too intense, engulfing her, battering her. She screamed as the waves of sensation rolled over her mind, drowning her completely.
A second-a minute-a lifetime later-she stared up at his hard face. So strong. Needing to touch, she moved and realized her fingernails had dug into his back.
“I’m not.” Amusement rippled through his voice as he nuzzled the crook of her neck.
God, she felt great. All her tension had disappeared, and she’d had a fantastic orgasm.
His black hair lay loose over his shoulders, and she ran her hands through the silky tangles and lifted her face for a kiss. He took her lips leisurely, simply pleasing himself and her until she wiggled in enjoyment. And froze. He was still fully erect inside her. He hadn’t come? “Don’t you want to…?”
He nuzzled her neck. “I will wait for you.”
She gave him a puzzled look.
“I give it about thirty more seconds, and you’ll demand that I move.”
It took only fifteen.
First her skin grew a billion new nerves until she could feel the slightest brush of hair against her legs, feel his chest rise and fall, how warm his hands were, and the calluses on his palms. The deepness of his voice made her insides clench and when she felt his cock there, still thick and hard, a riptide of lust tried to sweep her away. She clung to sanity. “Calum.”
His eyes were hot, yet sparkling with laughter. “Let go, little cat,” he whispered, and then…then he started to move. Oh God, she’d never felt anything like it before. A slow slide out and in, setting every nerve rippling awake. A pause. Such a quiet rhythm to send her senses spiraling upward.
The crease in his cheek deepened as he lifted her hips and slammed into her, hard and deep-a pounding shock that pushed her off the cliff into a mindless orgasm.
An hour later, he showered with her in the tiny bathroom, and she wasn’t sure if she liked him or hated him. She’d had no control whatsoever over anything he did, yet he’d given her exactly what she wanted. Over and over. He’d set her feet on his shoulders and thrust into her in a hard relentless rhythm that she could still feel inside. Her climax had almost killed her.
But within minutes, she’d roused, needing more. He teased her with his fingers until she couldn’t breathe as the orgasm shot through her. After, she’d contentedly snuggled in his arms, and then, as if a switch had turned on, she’d wanted him. He’d simply smiled, rolled her over with merciless hands, and taken her from behind, straight and hard, and she’d screamed her way through another orgasm. And yet again as he released into her, filling her with his hot seed.
After that, she’d felt so satisfied, she figured she’d sleep in the pile of pillows all night, but much too soon, the tingle began in her again. The need to be touched, to be filled. This time, when she’d closed her fingers around him, Calum had stood and lifted her to her feet.
“I’ve stayed with you longer than I should as it is, cariad,” he said and pulled her into the shower.
The splash of hot water over her sensitive skin felt heavenly, and when he washed her back, her breasts… everything, her hips tilted into his hand. “More…”
But he ignored her, dried her off so gently, yet so thoroughly that she ached with need before he finished. Putting on clothes seemed the very height of insanity. “Let’s go back to bed.”
He shook his head, and she wanted to punch him. “Downstairs, little cat.”
Cursing under her breath, she pulled on her clothes. He picked up her boots and socks. He took her hand and led her, barefoot, back down into the noisy tavern. Almost a quarter of the people had disappeared, she noticed. After tossing her boots behind the bar, Calum didn’t release her, just moved her across the room to a destination obvious only to him.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, planting her feet.
He frowned. “I hoped Alec would be here, but-”
“Well, now, he had some emergency that only the sheriff could deal with.” Daniel walked up, a beer in each hand. As he handed one to Calum, he tilted his head as if asking a question.
Calum’s lips tightened but he nodded. His voice sounded hoarse as he said, “‘Tis harder than I thought it would be, but I’m glad you’re here, Daniel.”
“Calum?” Worried, Vic ran her hand down his arm. God, he had great muscles. And his hands, the way they’d touched her… She blinked, remembered the question, “Is something wrong?”
“I am only regretting that I must leave you now to the care of others.” His eyes had gone black, never a good sign. He framed her face between his strong hands. “But I will stay over there by the bar, cariad, should any problems arise.”
Giving Daniel an unreadable look, he kissed Vic quickly and walked away. She took a step after him-
“Vicki, this one’s for you, girl.” Daniel slid smoothly in front of her and pushed a beer into her hand. When she tried to look around him, he shook his head. “He can’t stay with you, sweetie. I’m sorry.”
She sighed. “You guys have too many rules.” Dammit, she felt lost without him, and she needed him and-
Daniel moved close enough she could feel the warmth of his body. She had to tilt her head to look up at him. He was a werebear, she remembered, and built like one. Big and powerful. His sleeves were rolled up showing forearms thick with muscle. “Muscles…” she whispered.
“I have a fondness for women with muscles too.” He ran a finger up her bare arm over her biceps.
She shivered at the feeling.
“Don’t you like the beer I brought you?”
“Oh-oh, yeah.” She
