“I f**ked for them, Charity,” he growled viciously as though she hadn’t spoken at all.“For hours. I could not get enough, could not come enough. I screwed every hole I was given access to that night, and still my c**k would not soften. Now, you will relieve that ache, Charity.The ache that has lingered ever since that cursed day.”
He was furious because she had saved his miserable life? She gritted her teeth in fury. Why was she surprised? For some reason she had thought over the years that he would have seen the good sense behind such a move.But oh no, not Aiden. She should have known it was too much to hope for.
“They would have killed you.” She slapped at his hand as he touched the hem of the shirt she wore. “I couldn’t let you die then, but by God you can go to hell now.” She glared at him, trembling with anger and need.
“And now, I will not let you die.” The material shredded beneath his hands.From hem to neck, then down the back as he tore the cloth as easily as paper.
She cried out, struggling against him as she fought to get away from him, to resist the scent of him, the touch that beckoned and made her body plead for more.
“Easy, Charity.”He caught her close as she fought to jerk away from him. He was warm. She shivered with the need to burrow closer. Oh God, his body was so warm it seemed to sink into that hidden, frozen core of her soul that never seemed to melt.
“Let me hold you for a moment.” His arms tightened around her as she fought to breathe. Her back was plastered to his chest, his arms holding hers clamped to her side, his hands flattening on the painfully clenched muscles of her abdomen. His fingers stroked the skin there, delicately massaging and easing the shuddering muscles.
“I only wanted to save you,” she whispered as his heat seeped into her body. “I knew rescue was coming, Aiden. I contacted that reporter and told him where the Lab was. I knew help would be there.”
“You forced me to betray my body, my own instincts, Charity,” he whispered in her ear, the sound dark and feral. “You were my mate, and you forced me to betray you. I gave your pleasure, and my seed to another. And you calmly walked away.”
She shook her head desperately. “It wasn’t like that.” She wanted to stay angry, needed to, but her body was weak, worn and so aroused that the clenching of her cunt was more a spasmodic reaction to her overwhelming sexual hunger than a reflection of her mind’s willingness to engage in the act. His c**k jerked at her back, hot and hard, a velvet stroke of power that further inflamed her body.
“I’m going to take you. I will take you as I see fit, as many times as I wish.Beginning now, Charity. Fighting me, fighting the need, will only make it worse. I know this from experience, mate.”
He was still angry. His fury stroked her as casually as his hands massaged her abdomen, moving lower, closer every second to the wet heat of her cunt. She was on her knees, held close to him, helpless in his grip and her own needs.
“I can’t wait to bury myself inside you.” The growl in his voice shocked her with the sound of primal heat. “I feel as though my blood is boiling, Charity, demanding you, demanding your tight pu**y wrapped around my cock.”
She inhaled sharply. His voice was deep, pitched low, as he whispered at her ear, his breath stroking over the delicate shell with erotic heat. She wanted him, needed him so desperately that fighting against it seemed a useless task.Until she thought of the consequences.
“Aiden, wait.” She shuddered as his lips feathered over her neck, then his teeth scraped the sensitive skin with a nip of barely restrained hunger.
“For what?”His hands stroked upward, his palms molding themselves to the full mounds of her br**sts, his thumbs and forefingers capturing her peaked ni**les.
Charity lost her breath, and her mind, in that instant. Her eyes closed as her head fell back against his broad shoulder and she pressed more firmly into the grip.
“Do you like that, Charity?” He pressed closer to her, his canines scraping across her shoulder with sensual promise.
His fingers worked her ni**les slowly, with just enough pressure to further inflame the lusts building in her body. His palms cupped her with heated warmth, but his wicked fingers only stroked her internal fires higher, hotter. And all the while his lips, his tongue, the sharp points of his canines rasped at the skin of her neck and shoulder. She could feel her flesh tingling, pleading for a deeper caress.
“You’re torturing me. Deliberately,” she panted, her voice rough, trembling almost as badly as her body was.
“I’ve thought of this day for years,” he growled at her ear. “Each time I took another woman and felt her pu**y parting for me, taking me, I’ve thought of you, Charity. Thought of you, and wondered just how long it would take me to f**k you out of my system.”
Shock tore through her body a second before she jerked out of his arms. Before he could stop her, she moved across the bed, biting off a cry of painful regret as she lost the heat of his body. She came to her knees, facing him, ignoring the jarring spasms in her womb. He faced her. He didn’t move to pull her back into his arms, or to touch her in any way. The smirk that lingered on his lips tempted her to violence, though. The heavy, bulging thickness of his c**k tempted her in ways she didn’t want to consider.
“I am not your mate,” she rasped out. “The pain will go away. The need will become no more than an echo, and when I can walk, I’ll show you just how fast I can remove myself from your pitiful life, Aiden. I want no part of you.”
“Isn’t that too bad,” he snarled, his eyes darkening, muscles tensing with anger. “You won’t leave, Charity. Not now, not ever. Mating is forever, baby.”
“Is it?” She lifted a brow, knowing the sarcastic impression it would convey. “Drugs do not make a mate, Aiden.”
“And all the denials in the world won’t change the nature of the beast, Charity,” he bit out. “Accept it or not. Your body will accept no blood but mine, your body longs for mine. The hormone driving you crazy ismine …”
“It’s a drug,” she cried out, spearing her fingers through her hair. “It’s the damned drugs, Aiden. That’s all.”
He snorted mockingly as he moved from the bed.
“Drugs be damned, woman.” He shot her a hot, angry glance. “Can you tell me you had no desire for me? That your body didn’t melt daily in need? That your pu**y didn’t stay hot and wet for me after swallowing my sperm? Tell me it didn’t. I dare you.”
His superior expression, the sneering knowledge in his eyes, inflamed her. She lifted her chin, staring him in the eye as she watched him with a mocking twist of her lips.