She shuddered, her heart clenching as tears filled her eyes. His gaze was liquid black now, dark, haunted and sinking so deeply inside her that she wondered if she would ever be free.
“You can’t base that worthiness on me,” she finally whispered, torn, aching for him in ways she couldn’t name.
“I base my worthiness all on you, Coya. My Anya.”
Before she could protest, his lips settled back on hers, parting them, his tongue licking over hers like a promise. She felt herself gasp, felt the damp heat that spilled between her thighs as his hips rocked against hers, stroked her clit, sent unimaginable sensation tearing through her.
“I want to touch you.” She was pushing at the jacket he wore, the edges of his shirt that she had torn.
His flesh was hard and warm beneath her palms.
“Anya.” He tensed as she pressed against his shoulders.
“I need to touch you. You took before, Del-Rey. Now let me have what I need. I need this.”
She needed her control.
Del-Rey could feel the force of the lust tearing through his balls, his senses. He couldn’t let himself lose control again. Not this time. Not this close. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to stroke him.
He eased up, following her direction, his teeth clenching furiously as rumbled growls echoed in his chest.
Oh f**k. Sweet God have mercy.
Her nimble finger faltered only a little, pulled at the button of his pants, then eased the zipper over the raging erection it covered.
Del-Rey could feel a snarl building in his chest as her slender fingers wrapped around the swollen flesh. His erection was thick, the engorged head throbbing, threatening to spill the slick ejection that Wolf and Coyote males produced once mating heat began.
“Ah hell. Anya. Sweet Anya.”
Her lips touched the heavy crown, slid over it as her tongue flicked over the tiny slit at the tip. Holding back was killing him. He knew how shocked, how frightened she had been the first time he had taken her. He didn’t want that for her now. He wanted her to explore as she needed to. To taste. To touch.
He wrapped his own hand at the base, feeling that sharp bite in his balls that warned him the first sharp ejaculation of pr**cum was building.
He shook his head, feeling the rivulet of sweat that ran down his chest as sharply as he felt her hot little tongue circling the head of his cock.
Looking down, he was torn by the sight of her—her lips glistening, those blue eyes staring up at him—then her lips parted and covered the throbbing head, sinking over it as her tongue flicked over the swollen, sensitive flesh.
When she began suckling, her cheeks hollowing, laying an exquisite pressure along his nerve endings, Del-Rey shook his head. Ah God. He couldn’t hold back much longer. He gripped the base of his shaft tighter, but he couldn’t hold back the spurt of pr**cum that jerked from his cock.
The silky, slick fluid had its own purpose Dr. Armani had warned him. The hormones contained in it excited the nerve endings in the vagina, even as they relaxed the snug sheath and allowed for the swelling that came when a male Coyote spilled his seed fully.
Anya’s eyes widened as a second spurt filled her mouth. Her lashes lowered and a little moan escaped her lips before she was sucking him deeper, more firmly, as though she craved more of the taste that spilled from him.
He couldn’t do this. He didn’t have the control for this. He wanted inside her. He had to f**k her, fill her, take her. Hold her hips and pound inside her until the ravaging waves of hunger were stilled.
The fingers of one hand held his c**k as he reached out with the other to touch her face, his thumb caressing over the side of her lips as she worked her mouth over him.
Need. The need was more animal, the clawing hunger demonic in its intensity. He couldn’t wait. He was going to take her here. Now. He had to. If he didn’t, he’d lose his mind forever.
“Incoming!” Ivan’s voice screamed through the intercom between front and back. A second later an explosion rocked the limo as a mortar struck the road in front of it.
Anya fell back as Del-Rey pushed her from him, zipping his pants and latching them as he hit the switch to lower the window between the passenger’s and driver’s sides.
Another explosion rocked them as Del-Rey’s eyes narrowed on the vehicles ahead of them. Behind him, Anya was scrambling, the brush of her dress assuring him she was now crouched on the floor of the limo.
“It’s coming from the mountain,” Ivan yelled as another streak of fire filled the night air. “Someone’s going to get hit, Del-Rey, we have too many vehicles together.”
“Air support?” he clipped out.
“It’s coming in. We had a team airlifting from the army base camp in the area, but I’ve not had radio contact.”
The next explosion took out a chunk of road, raining sparks and fire over the front of the limo as Ivan swerved and kept moving.
“They’re going to get lucky,” Del-Rey snapped before reaching into the front and jerking the radio from the dash. “Brim, are you there?”
“Dragging in behind the convoy,” Brim yelled back. “Mortar fire is coming from the north, at the head of the mountain. Cheap bastards. They should have invested in heat-seeking rockets.”
“Don’t give them ideas,” Del-Rey snarled as he jerked the cuff of his jacket up to reveal the mic at this wrist. As he flipped it on, the receiver at his ear activated. “Wolfe, are you in the lead?”
“We’re lead and hell’s coming down on us.” Wolfe was snarling.
Del-Rey stared ahead. “In two clicks. Sharp right, then left—it’s going to bounce like hell. The dry creek bed there runs for three miles and takes us out of the line of sight.”
Wolfe repeated the orders to his driver.
“Ivan, get that to the rest of the vehicles,” Del-Rey ordered before lifting the radio he could hear Brim screaming into. “Brim, you have weapons?”
“Enough.” Brim’s response was cold, furious. “They’re targeting the vehicles with the bartender and the body of the Wolf Breed, Del-Rey. I have a line on location.”
Del-Rey reached forward again, hit the sunroof and tore the jacket and shirt from his shoulders. The hanging material would only get in his way at this point.
“I’m bailing from the limo. Ivan can’t slow down for the exit. Watch for the falling body and pick up the pieces.”