And he could. The pumping pressure midway down the length of his c**k was an excruciating pleasure as he fought the impending release. Aiden eased in farther, his gaze flickering between her satiny, pink inner lips and her enthralled expression.
The head of his c**k was buried inside her, easing through the fist-tight confines of her pu**y as another pulse of the lubricating fluid shot inside her. It was agony. It was a pleasure so painful he swore he was going to die as he fought to maintain the steady, though slow pace inside her.
“Charity,” he gasped her name as he slid farther inside the tightening, building heat of her cunt.“Baby. You’re killing me.”
“Now.”Her nails bit into his wrists. “Fuck me, Aiden. Fuck me now.Hard. Please…”
He couldn’t help it. He powered inside her, his head falling back, a growl ripping past his throat at the brutal pleasure tearing through his body. He was buried in her to the hilt now, his scrotum tucked against her bottom, cushioned and becoming moist from the female juices that had coated the flesh there.
“Aiden.”She was half raised, almost in a sitting position, her eyes wide, dilated as she stared at him.
“Look,” he whispered, glancing between their bodies as he pulled back slowly. He heard her whimper and wanted to cry out himself as his c**k slid back, dragging against her flesh, glistening with the thick cream that coated it. He pulled nearly free, until only the crown remained.
“Watch, Charity.” He had to fight for breath, fight to still the tremors that wanted to shake his body, the need for release that pounded through him. “Watch me take you.”
He slid home again. Not so slowly, but not so fast that she didn’t see, didn’t feel every inch of the c**k taking her. He glanced up at her again, seeing the fascinated look on her face, the arousal tightening her features.
“Look at me, Charity,” he whispered. “Look, baby.”
She raised her eyes; they were wide, dazed, almost black pools of surrender as he pulled back then thrust easily inside her once again.
“Mark me,” he whispered, every muscle in his body tensing from need as he tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer.“Like I marked you, Charity. Mark me now.”
He thrust harder inside her as her lips touched his shoulders. He was close. So damned close he could feel the knot beginning to form, engorging,preparing for his release. His h*ps moved faster, thrusting his c**k harder, deeper inside her as he felt the delicate scrape of her teeth, heard her whimper of nearing orgasm.
Her pu**y rippled around him, contracted with deep hard pulls, milking at his flesh as though trying to suck the seed from his body.
“Now, damn you.”He couldn’t hold back, couldn’t wait. The swelling began, the pleasure tearing through him until he wondered if he would survive it.
Her teeth clamped down on the tight muscle. Not enough to break the skin as his canines had hers, but enough, just enough to release the primal urges tearing through him. He gripped her hips, lowering her, laying over her, feeling her teeth bite down as he thrust into her harder, again, and again, until the swelling intensified, locking himself inside her as she erupted around him.
The heavy contractions of her orgasm timed perfectly with the first hard expulsion of his seed inside her gripping cunt. Aiden wanted to howl, and almost did as the pleasure overcame him, surging through his body, shooting up his spine and searing his brain with the rapture of it. He couldn’t stop. His h*ps jerked, her muscles tightened, and his seed spurted inside her again. It seemed never ending, the pleasure unlike anything he had known or imagined possible.
The engorged knot pulsed and beat as though it carried life itself.Caught in the vice of her spasming pu**y as he collapsed over her, shuddering, his body jerking with each explosion of seed from his c**k into her body. His breath sawed out of his chest as slowly, agonizingly, the pressure began to ease. Sweat dripped from his body to hers. Her teeth loosened from his shoulder, her head falling back as she shuddered one last time.
“Mine,” he whispered, raising his head just enough to stare down at her, to spear her with the intent growing in his mind.“Mine, Charity.Always.”
Shesmiled, weak but filled with her own determination, her own stubbornness.
“Not yet,” she promised him softly.“And maybe, Aiden, not ever.”
Chapter Twenty-One
The sound was so soft at first that he was certain he was hearing wrong. There was a reason why the bathroom window was so damned small. So assassins couldn’t sneak in, and so Aiden had some small sense that he wasn’t totally closed in. That one concession made the necessity of bars on the windows and locks on the doors more tolerable. But even there the alarm system should have been in place. His arms tightened around Charity, his hand going over her mouth to stifle any sound she would make as he pulled her quickly from the bed. Her body tensed but moved smoothly with him, as he pulled her to the floor while shoving his hand beneath the mattress for the automatic handgun he kept ready. Grabbing Charity’s arm with the other hand he pulled her to the far side of the second entrance to the bedroom intending to get her into the living room.
He moved her carefully against the thick fireplace wall, sheltering her with his body and intending to rush her to the other side of the room when he first realized the true danger they were in.
“Coyotes,” she whispered. “I smell them.”
Surprise shocked his system. He had known the scent, knew well what he was dealing with, but he hadn’t expected her to smell the distinctive scent as well.
“They can smell me too, Aiden.” Her voice was only a thread of sound. “Leave me here and do what you have to. There’s no way you can hide my scent.”
“Shh.” Whoever it was had made it into the house. He had to give them credit for stealth. He pulled her carefully away from the fireplace, pulling her across the living room and pushed her quickly behind the thick, oak bar stand between the living room and the kitchen before he moved silently back through the room.
The bastard was there for Charity, and he knew it. The scent of her heat was overwhelming, and would most likely blockhis own scent. He would need that edge to surprise the bastard and take him down. Aiden didn’t want the assassin dead. He wanted him talking. He moved back to the far arch, crouching low and looking around the brick wall. There he was.Small, very small for a Coyote Breed and moving slowly for the bed. Aiming the pistol carefully, Aiden cleared his throat. Then all hell broke loose.
The windows in the kitchen and the living room shattered simultaneously as the whine of muffled shots began to hum through the room.