“Now,” she whispered, her fingers moving in firm, even strokes against her cl*t as she watched him f**king her.
He was drawing out, the engorged flesh dripping with their combined juices before pushing back in a surging thrust of desperate hunger. He was watching her fingers on her moist flesh. She was watching him f**k her. It was so damned explicitly sexual she knew she would never forget the sight of it.
“I’m going to come, Dash.” She was arching closer to him, driving him deeper inside her with each hard stroke he gave her. “I have to come. Please. Please, I need you. I need to feel you stretching me more. Locking inside me…” Her voice rose, roughened, as she remembered the feel of his seed blasting hard and deep inside her womb.
She worked her pu**y on the thick pole penetrating it. Deep, desperate lunges as he groaned, growled and picked up the pace of his fierce thrusts. He was fast and hard now, the sound of sucking flesh and desperate moans filling the room as Elizabeth felt her orgasm tightening in her body. Her cl*t was straining beneath her fingers, her cunt tightening on the flesh driving inside it. Elizabeth writhed against him in desperation. She thrust into the powerful strokes, her cries rising, becoming hard and hungry, ripping involuntarily from her throat as she felt the fragile threads of her control snap.
“Fuck me,” she screamed, feeling her cl*t swell further, harden, the lightning-fast arcs of pleasure and searing heat ripping through it as he lunged inside her. “Oh God, Dash. Now. Now…”
She lost her breath, lost her sanity. Her cl*t exploded as her pu**y began to ripple, spasming around the hard, immediate swelling in his cock. She felt the thick head nudging against her cervix, the knot inside her aligning the hard flesh until the opened eye was lodged against the entrance to her womb and the hard jets of his se**n began to pulse inside her.
Gurgled screams escaped her as she began to twist, to convulse, her h*ps jerking against him, driving him harder against her as another explosion tore through her body. She couldn’t stand it. She wouldn’t survive it.
“Dash…” She screamed his name, crying, pleading as the pleasure consumed her. “Oh God. Dash. I can’t stand it, I can’t…” She arched in his arms as her body tightened to a near breaking point, hearing his agonized groan, the flexing of his muscles, his hard hands gripping her h*ps to hold her to him as his release tore through him.
“Elizabeth. Baby. Baby.” His voice washed over her as his body collapsed against her, holding her still as he spilled every rich drop of se**n into her convulsing womb. She had heard of it. Had heard Dane once discussing the phenomenon of the cervix capping over the spurting head of a cock, opening enough to suck the fertile seed inside it but she hadn’t thought it possible. Hadn’t believed it could actually happen. Until she felt it. And not for the first time. Distantly, hazily, she knew it had happened each time Dash had taken her. Each time he had swelled inside her. The hard, surging explosions repeated each time she felt the swelling throb, each time she felt his seed erupt from his cock. As though her mind had opened as deeply to him as her body had, she was aware of each contracting orgasm that shuddered through her body, and his moan of pleasure as it caused her pu**y to milk the knot locking him inside her.
His body was tense, tight, as he covered her. His lips were at her shoulder as she realized he was once again biting her, his teeth sinking into the same area of flesh he had marked before, his mouth drawing at it as the dull pain of the bite blended in with the agonizing pleasure echoing through her. It seemed to last forever, draining her, sapping any strength, any energy she could have possessed, just as it had before. All too soon, she felt his flesh begin to relax inside her, his teeth releasing her shoulder as he moaned with low, desperate satiation.
“I love you, Elizabeth,” he whispered in her ear, faint, almost too low to hear. “I love you.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
He was in love with her. Elizabeth watched Dash the next morning as he moved through the brush ahead of her, showing her by his actions how to pass through the forest without a sound. It amazed her. As he moved by, he disturbed nothing. Not a leaf or a breath of air. Birds chirped in a steady symphony, squirrels continued to play and the sounds of the mountain remained steady, uninterrupted. When she moved to follow him, no matter how hard she tried, the forest around them stilled by several degrees and she felt as though the wildlife was laughing at her attempt to mimic Dash’s grace and ease of movement within the forest.
He watched her with narrowed eyes for long minutes.
“Stop. Watch.”
He wasn’t big on words during the training phases he had set up. Since the night before and his whispered declaration, he had been even quieter than normal. She knew she had hurt him. Knew her silence had pricked at him.
She watched him now as he had ordered. Watched each shift of his body, each ripple of muscle. He had discarded his shirt earlier and was now dressed only in the camouflage pants he wore in the wilderness. The dull, forested colors seemed to suit him, blending in with the raven’s black of his hair, the dark tanned tint of his flesh. He moved through the trees and underbrush with a confidence born of his savage DNA. He was natural, a part of the land and the battle for life that flowed through the mountain.
“Your objective is to blend with the area around you as much as possible.” His voice was smooth, flowing, caressing over her like the soft breeze that rustled the trees. “If you know you can’t achieve the silence needed, then wait for the breeze. It ripples through the land, and any slight noise made then can be attributed to it. Your enemy is listening for the unusual, the out of place. He’s not searching for the sounds that are commonplace in his territory.”
He waited for another breeze before slipping through a thick growth of fern and tall, blossoming bushes. She saw the leaves rub together, saw his legs as they parted the brush, but the sound of the wind whispering through the leaves overhead covered it.
“There will be dogs on the estate,” he told her as he paused at the other side of the greenery. “Highly trained animals. We’ll go in downwind of them and time our penetration of the house with the guards’
rounds to keep them from catching our scent. But it means we’ll have to be fast. Fast and quiet aren’t always good companions. So you have to get this right.”
She did love him. She watched him move through the thickest parts of the underbrush, teaching her what she needed to know to survive, to go after an enemy that would kill them if they were caught. He trusted her to cover his back, to fight alongside him. And despite her refusal to give him that final commitment, he hadn’t wavered in his determination to protect her and Cassie as best he could. And he knew she would have to fight, have to be a partner as well as a lover when knowledge of Cassie’s birth was revealed.