She was getting close. So damned close. And so was he. He could feel the white hot fingers of fire moving down his spine now, the swelling of the barb, the lengthening of the tiny hard membrane. Then all hell broke loose. He slammed inside her, deep, hard, as he felt the membrane extend fully, felt it rake across the silken flesh of her vaginal walls, the area of the elusive g-spot. It lodged there, causing his thrusts to become hard jerks in fear of tearing her, hurting her. But the pleasure. The pleasure was unlike anything he had ever known. It wrapped over the head of his erection like tiny fingers of paradise, at the same time he heard Merinus scream. Her body arched, her eyes widened, she stared at him in dazed, wild hunger for a second before her orgasm hit. She clenched around him, the action making her so tight and hot he could do nothing but follow her. His guttural growl as he felt the harsh ejaculations into her body shocked him.
The barb, so feared for so many years, destroyed his sense of balance. He could feel it moving, stroking the sensitive spot it had lodged in, each movement had Merinus crying out, jerking, tightening, her orgasms lengthening as he came inside her. She was breathing hard, crying now, her head tossing with the extremity of her pleasure before his own began to ease, and he felt the little protrusion recede, allowing him to pull weakly from her body.
Merinus still trembled. Her cheeks were wet with sweat and tears as she gasped for breath. Her br**sts were swollen, her ni**les hard little peaks that had not eased with her cl**ax.
“Merinus,” he whispered her name gently as he eased her into his arms, lying beside her, his hand smoothing down her damp back. “Don’t cry anymore, baby. I don’t think I can handle it.”
Her breath hitched, one hand clutched at his back, the other around his neck.
“Did I hurt you?” He was terrified that perhaps he had, and was unaware of it. She shook her head against his chest. A weak movement as her tongue stroked over his skin. Callan took a deep, careful breath after that small caress. He was still hard, he could easily take her again, but he feared for her. She was virgin, and there had been little gentleness in him when he had slammed inside her tender body.
She whispered against his chest.
“What?” He moved back, staring into her dazed, distressed eyes. “What did you say?”
“I need you again.” A tear fell down her cheek. “I need more, Callan.”
She was exhausted. He could see it in her expression, in her eyes and hear it in her voice. She was shy and confused and frightened by the overwhelming sensations that were controlling her body.
“Shh, don’t cry, baby. You need only ask.” He smiled softly, his thumbs wiping the tears from her eyes. She was so tired it worried him, but he couldn’t ignore her need, not when it was his own as well. He turned her to her side, bringing her leg over his as he tucked her bu**ocks against him.
“We will do this easy,” he promised her. “I know you’re tired, Merinus.”
She shook her head, gasping, moaning as the thick length of his c**k re-entered her, stretching her, sliding in deep. The tight clasp had him gritting his teeth at the renewed pleasure.
“You feel so good,” he murmured at her ear as his fingers went to the swollen bud of her cl*t and massaged it gently. “So tight and hot around me, Merinus. Unlike anything I have known.”
“We’re drugged. That’s why,” she gasped. “You drugged us, Callan.”
“Then I would stay drugged forever, Merinus.” He nibbled at her earlobe, loving the sharp intake of her breath, the way she thrust back at him. “There is no pleasure on this earth as good as the feel of your pretty cunt wrapped around me.”
“Oh God, why did that just sound so sexy?” she groaned, tightening around him, shivering at the feel of his lips against her neck.
“Because it is sexy,” he assured her, smiling. He licked the soft flesh just beneath her ear, loving the little gasps she made. “It’s sexy and erotic and hot as hell.” He pushed harder into the tight sheath, gritting his teeth now at the pleasure.
“We’ll kill each other before the need goes away,” she panted. “Callan—” A plea stole from her as he felt the shivers working through her vagina.
He felt it as well, the barb’s re-emergence, the added stroke over her tight muscles.
“Does it hurt you, Merinus?” He was tortured, terrified he had been wrong, and she was in pain, despite her need. “Tell me if it hurts you. I’ll try to stop.”
He buried his head in her damp hair. God help him if he was hurting her. God help them both.
“What is it?” she gasped as his strokes became deeper, harder. Callan couldn’t control it. His h*ps began to thrust his c**k harder inside her, the ultra sensitivity of the barb making the pleasure so damned good he wanted to howl with it.
“Does it hurt you?” he demanded again, gritting his teeth, fighting for control.
“No,” she cried out, her hand moving to grip his slamming hips. “Ah, more. I need more.”
He pushed her to her stomach, moving behind her, instinct guiding him now, the pulse of pleasure overtaking his mind. Spreading her thighs wide he slammed his h*ps into her bu**ocks, feeling his scrotum tighten against the base of his c**k as he drove deep and hard inside her. His head lowered, his teeth gripping the sensitive area between shoulder and neck as she screamed out in pleasure. And it was pleasure. She was begging for more, held still by his hard body, his plunging hips, the sharp teeth that held her still for his invasion.
He was the animal he had always feared. In the back of his mind, Callan was appalled at his own actions, but helpless in the face of the frenzy overtaking him. The barb was only half erect, sensitive, sliding, gliding over tight vaginal walls and smooth flesh. It was more than he could bear. He could control himself no longer.
Primitive, throaty, his growl demanded her surrender, her submission to him as he powered inside her, over and over. She was crying out now, her body tight, reaching, desperate. The barb extended full length, scraped, she screamed out in desperation, her muscles locking on his erection as her orgasm swept over her once again. Callan plunged deep and hard, his own cl**ax rocking his soul, the growls constant now, rumbling from his chest as he felt the hard spurt of his se**n inside her, the burning grip of her muscles, the wash of her own release.
Then she was still. Slowly, the inner muscles unlocked and Callan felt his own erection begin to subside minutely. Her body became pliant, relaxed and he knew that either sleep or unconsciousness claimed her. Either, he knew, would be a welcome relief for her.