"Oh, I think you will, sweetheart." The soft, warning croon should have prepared her, but it didn't.
She jerked as she felt him lean back, felt his c**k throb inside her with a hard pulse before his hands separated the smooth cheeks of her rear.
"You're so wet." His fingers moved to where her pu**y stretched around him. "So sweet and slick, all over." He smoothed the rush of liquid from where it seeped past her vagina, back, back.
"Oh God!" Her eyes flew open as she stared into the room with dazed shock. His finger pressed against the small, hidden entrance of her rear. His thumb massaged, pressed. It wasn't the touch so much as it was the impression of dominant control, of her own submission, that threw her mind into a frenzy or confusion.
She felt him leaning over her then, his arm reaching to the night table where his shaving kit rested. As he moved, his c**k stroked into her, taking her breath, leaving her little oxygen to gasp as she watched him remove the small tube of lubrication he carried. Harmony shuddered beneath him then.
"There, sweetheart." His hand caressed over her rear as he straightened behind her again, the movement causing her to shudder in pleasure beneath him.
"Lance…"
"It's okay, baby." She felt the cooling lubrication against her rear entrance. "It's all okay."
"Oh God… Damn you, Lance."
His finger slid inside that back entrance, sending thrilling flames across nerve endings never stroked in such a way before.
"Never had this before, baby?" His finger shuttled in and out for several strokes. "What about this?"
A second joined the first, stretching her as tremors of ecstasy wracked her body and perspiration began to dampen her flesh.
"Do you know, little cat…" His voice was a soft croon. "My strong little kitten. You haven't had this because you refuse to submit to any man. To anyone's dominance over you. You didn't belong, Harmony. Let's see if you belong now." Another finger pierced her.
She was crying, whimpering little sounds of pleasure and pain that stoked the hunger higher and left her mindless with the need for release.
"Give me what I want, Harmony." His voice was strained as his fingers f**ked her with the same slow rhythm he was setting with his cock. The dual penetration was mind numbing, dragging her sensibilities beneath the wake of the pleasure.
"Lance…"
"That's not what I want to hear." He wasn't heeding her whimpering pleas. "Tell me, Harmony. Tell me who you belong to. Who you follow."
The fierce need, the raging lust echoed in his voice with the demand for surrender. Total surrender.
She shook her head again, unable to voice the denial when everything inside her screamed that she give in to him.
"No. Lance, please…" She found the strength to whisper, to beg as she felt the thick length of his erection leaving her empty, unsatisfied.
"Easy, sweetheart."
Her breath caught in her throat as the head of his c**k tucked at her rear instead.
"Lance?" The feminine thrill of sensual fear that echoed in her voice might shock her later, but for now, the fear of the unknown held her in its grip.
Emotions clashed inside her, the press of his c**k against her ultra-tight entrance sending more than the thrill of the forbidden racing through her. This was the ultimate dominance, the impression of sensual, wicked control gripping her mind as he began to stretch her.
She couldn't take him. She had never before been able to take such a touch.
"Trust," he whispered then. "See how well you trust me, baby." His voice was a guttural growl as she tried to scream against the heavy invasion.
He was taking her, slowly; inch by inch her body was accepting him, the anal penetration scouring her mind as her body relaxed, even against her will, and she felt the length of him invade her in a slow, measured thrust.
"Mine." His voice was primal now, throbbing with the demand. "Mine." He rose over her, his body covering hers as he began to move, thrusting inside her with a diabolical rhythm as one hand moved beneath the front of her h*ps and his fingers speared inside her pu**y.
"Tell me. Now!"
"Yes." With her hoarse scream she felt the last of her in-hibitions, the final shield of her defenses, collapse. "Yours. I'm yours."
Sobs of need fell from her lips as tears washed from her eyes. The pleasure was overwhelming; the strength and purpose of the man filling her, stimulating her, stealing her mind and her soul, rocked her with a shocking sense of belonging.
"Will you follow me?" He was gasping at her ear, his body heaving against hers, his fingers and his c**k f**king her with a ruthless determination to secure every part of her.
"I'll follow…" She shuddered as something inside her clawed for release. "I'll follow…" And she knew she had no other choice, she never had.
As the final submission, the final vow to give someone else control filtered through her mind, she felt her body dissolve.
The orgasm that exploded inside her was a white-hot cataclysm that burned through her soul. The past was obliterated beneath the pleasure; the future contained nothing but Lance—his touch, his heavy moans, his teeth at her shoulder as he bit her with shocking strength seconds before she felt his explosion.
The furious blast of his se**n filling her rear as his fingers filled her spasming pu**y was too much. Another blinding release tore through her, ripping over nerve endings, throwing her higher and leaving her to trust Lance to catch her.
Trust. As the final shudders rippled through her body and she collapsed beneath him, exhaustion pulling her beneath its black velvet surface, that thought flitted across her mind. Yes, she trusted Lance, but did she trust herself?
CHAPTER 23
Harmony had lived within these mountains for months at a time throughout the past ten years. She had camped there, used it as a base and made herself known to the elements of the land that possessed it. She knew each tree, each stone outcropping and the denizens of the forest that moved within a rhythm of time unchanged. The owls that watched them didn't hoot in curiosity at their passage, the opossum that watched from beneath a boulder didn't send out a warning and the raccoon searching for food beneath a fallen log took no notice of them.
Lance shared her scent, therefore he was accepted, and Harmony was one of their own—neither predator nor prey, a part of the land that they had been born within, the scent of the mountain infused into her being.