An electrical vise clamped onto her spine as the sensations rushed together, forming one huge dam in a river of pleasure that got deeper and deeper. Her vagina, her ass tightened around him…and then the dam burst under the pressure, and sensation blasted through her whole body.
She screamed as her spasms hit the hard intrusions in her vagina and anus, rebounding back with devastating pleasure. Her fingers clawed at the couch as she buried her face in the cushions.
Dear God.
Before the shockwaves had diminished, he pulled his hand from her ass and bent over her, pushing his cock even deeper. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her bottom up higher as he slammed into her. The rumble of his voice deepened, roughened as she felt the jerking of his release.
He wrapped his arms around her in a hard…comforting…embrace, making her tremble.
He‘d taken her, done what he wanted…and she‘d let him. She tried to catch her breath, to move— to escape— and he growled a warning in her ear.
A shiver ran down her spine.
Yet his hands on her stayed gentle, his lips soft as he kissed her cheek. "Little cat, can‘t you trust me not to hurt you…in a way you don‘t care for?"
She bit her lip against the strangest need to cry and managed to nod. He hadn‘t hurt her.
Pushed her past her comfort zone definitely, and yet, everything he did just turned her on more.
And that was almost scarier.
"Thank you, cariad, for sharing one of my fantasies." He nipped her nape lightly, sending goosebumps down her arms, and added, "Alec and I will be interested in helping you live out some of yours. Tonight."
God, I might not survive the next few months.
*
Vic‘s legs wobbled as she walked beside Calum down Main Street. The cold dry wind slapped her flushed face. "What was that for, anyway?" she asked. "You don‘t usually… I mean, it‘s daytime." And why did that kind of swamping sex always leave her feeling…little? Needy?
He stopped and turned her to face him. As if she‘d turned into a toddler, he zipped up her jacket. "You break my heart when you‘re sad or in tears, cariad," he said gently. "I needed you in my arms." The crease appeared in his cheek as he smiled faintly. "Forcing pleasure upon you was just a side-benefit."
She looked away from his intent eyes. "Damned if I get how you can do that," she muttered.
"I‘ve never…"
"Never relinquished control. We know. I think you have long needed a lover to command you, but you don‘t trust—didn‘t trust—anyone enough to give them that power." His hand cupped her cheek, bringing her gaze back to him. "I am honored that you trust me with your surrender."
His words sank into her, starting a tremor deep inside her. Why did it have to be so…right?
Him and his fucking fantasies—so maybe she‘d had a few slave-girl dreams, but to actually live them out? Real life? Hell with that. No one would ever get that kind of control over her.
Except he had it already, Sergeant Slave Girl. She pulled herself together and said lightly, "Hell, if your God trusts you with so much power, who am I to disagree?"
Amusement lit his eyes. "Your God now too, little cat. But if you truly become frightened or overwhelmed or are in real pain, a sincere ‗Stop‘ will halt both me and Alec. Then again, if you‘re simply saying ‗no‘ without a true objection, then I will know." His smile held a wicked tilt. "And since you seemed to enjoy it, I will probably punish you."
God. Her body jerked back to life at the thought and she swallowed hard. Let"s talk control, not punishment. Please. "The way you order me… Alec doesn‘t—it‘s not like this with Alec…"
She wasn‘t sure what she wanted to ask.
"You and Alec are equals in bed." His devastating grin flashed as he stroked her hair. "But I am in charge."
The words sent a tingle all the way to her toes, one she tried to ignore. "You think."
His hand fisted in her hair, and he tilted her head back. She could escape—defensive moves flipped through her mind, but the sheer liquid feeling of her body and limbs kept her in place. He waited a second, then kissed her lightly. "Not think, little cat. I know."
He released her and pulled her against his side with an arm around her waist, before starting back down the walk.
"Did you have something to do in town?" she asked. He hadn‘t finished unpacking the boxes.
"I do." He ran a finger down her cheek. She was still so sensitive, she felt the zing all the way to her toes. Considering how his gaze heated, he could tell. "I‘m taking you to Alec."
Alec. She closed her eyes as storm clouds of guilt piled up inside her. She hadn‘t thought about him once. Not once as she and his brother screwed like bunnies all over the tavern.
"Calum." She stopped. What did she want to say? "Fuck, this is a mess," she ended up muttering to her shoes.
He ran his knuckles over her cheek so gently she wanted to snuggle back into his arms.
"There is much you have yet to learn about shifter society and sex. It‘s difficult to explain, especially to a human raised without littermates."
"Like what?"
"For now, just know and believe that when it comes to mating, littermates feel as if they are one being. There is no jealousy if one makes love to a female, any more than your left hand would envy the right for touching a male."
"But you told me Thorson got scars from fighting for women—and the bear that night…"
"Ah." He gave her hair a tug and pulled her back into stride. "Littermates won‘t fight each other over a female, but everyone else is fair game. And we will discuss this further, but the center of Cold Creek is not a suitable location." He nodded at Rebecca Westerland who
