She drew in a hard, steady breath. “This is about the anal thing, isn’t it?” She narrowed her eyes on him as her hands tightened on the sheet that covered her.
He grimaced, feeling her body tighten in rejection. “I will not do this without warning you first, Charity. I swear to you, I will not hurt you. I can do no more than that.”
She arched a brow with insulting sarcasm. “You actually think it’s going to fit?” she drawled mockingly. Aiden couldn’t help but smile. “I know it will, Charity. And soon, you’ll know it as well.”
The most endearing little pout sculpted her lips then. Aiden had not seen this particular expression on her face before. Equal parts determination and curiosity mixed with her disappointment that the loving she had expected would not be coming. She was burning for his touch, her body throbbing in need of release. The heat was an inferno in her cunt, her scent as wild and sweet as a summer thunderstorm.
“Aiden, did I neglect to tell you I’m really not into pain?” she finally asked him carefully, her tone filled with exaggerated patience. “I’m sure you couldn’t have guessed it by now, but it doesn’t rate very high on my list of things to experience.”
He hid his smile. Her smart mouth was one of the things he most enjoyed about her.
“There will be no pain, Charity. I promise you, the moment you ask me to stop, I will do so willingly. But I bet,” he whispered, “Once I start, you will be begging to continue rather than ease up in my possession of you.”
“You’ll stop if I need you to?” Her breathing had increased, her br**sts rising and falling against the covering, her ni**les poking against the cloth.
“If you need me to,” he promised feeling his own breathing roughen, his c**k so hard, so engorged with lust that the pain of it was nearly overwhelming. He could only pray he could maintain the control he needed not to harm her. “Just relax for me, Charity.” He drew the sheet slowly from her body, staring into her eyes, keeping his voice soft, low, comforting. “Just relax and feel.”
She swallowed tightly. “Yeah well, the feeling part is what’s starting to worry me,” she gasped as he lowered his head, lips covering the mark on her shoulder.“Oh hell. I guess we’ll find out now if it really is an exit only.”
Aiden chuckled. He couldn’t help himself. He could hear her nervousness, her arousal and her acceptance of what was coming in the tone of her voice. Her hands gripped his forearms as he stroked his tongue over the mark he had left on her, relishing the sweet, slightly tangy taste of her skin. Her body was soft and delicate in his arms and he couldn’t help the unfamiliar surge of emotions that welled within him. He held on to her, his hands moving to her back as he drew her closer in his arms, needing to hold her, to know she was safe, secure.
He remembered clearly that blinding fury that had surged through his soul when he realized she had been taken.Fear. He had never known fear in his life until that moment. The thought of his own death did little to affect him. The thought of so much as the slightest added pain to the delicate body in his arms sent his primal senses thundering with the need for violence.The need to mark in that final, ultimate surrender.
“I lost my mind when I realized you were gone,” he whispered at her ear, feeling her tremble in surprise.
“I have never howled in my life, Charity. But the moment I realized you were missing, even the wolves knew my rage.”
They had answered the primal call. They had tracked the jeep as it made its way up the mountain, then returned the news of its location as it stopped. Primal instinct, sharp, flashing, a communication with the animals he had never expected.
“I was frightened,” she whispered. “I prayed you would find me, Aiden.”
“And I did,” he growled. He couldn’t stop the vibration that echoed through his voice. “I have to finish this now, Charity. I have to complete the mating.Now.”
He couldn’t explain it. It made no sense. The act of anal sex would not aid in conception. The hormone in his se**n would in no way affect anything to further mark her. Yet, he couldn’t deny the impulse. He wanted to turn her instantly to her stomach, raise her h*ps and mount her immediately. Assure himself that she was his, completely his, submitting to the sexuality between them, accepting the mating they shared. And he feared it was from there that the overwhelming need was bred. The need, the overwhelming compulsion to assure himself that his mate was his alone. That she would submit to his every need. That she would give herself, no matter how he needed her.
His lips covered hers as he fought the baser instinct to take her quickly. His tongue probed her mouth, stroking over hers, licking at her teeth, her lips, growling fiercely until she drew on him, suckling at the swollen glands at the side of his tongue.
He moaned as he felt the release of the hormone, his c**k jerking at the thought that within minutes her needs would outstretch his, her arousal becoming an inferno that would burn them both in the cataclysm.
“Aiden, wait.” She pulled back from him, breathing heavy, fighting for control. He knew she was fighting for control.Fighting to analyze the responses of her body, to understand the actions and reactions of their sexuality.
He didn’t want the scientist in his bed that night. He wanted the woman.His mate.Her fiery heat searing him, her juices flowing with her need. He growled at her, his lips lifting in a snarl as his fingers tangled in her hair, holding her still as his lips took her again.
When she refused to suckle his tongue into her mouth, he nipped at her lips until they parted with a hot gasp. He could feel her body growing hotter, smell the rich, feminine scent of her arousal wrapping around him, drowning him in the scent of her lusts.
His head tilted, his lips slanting over hers as he finally allowed her to release him. She was panting for breath, her hands kneading his shoulders as she rubbed her hard tipped br**sts against his na**d chest, as one hand slid down his abdomen to grip the shaft of his cock. He grimaced, throwing his head back as her finger stroked the heavy veins and pulsing flesh. The agony of his desire was like nothing he had known before. It tightened his body, coursed through his veins and tingled up his spine with a pleasure that surpassed anything he had heard rumor of.
“Enough.” He gripped her fingers, pulling them back from his needy flesh as he pushed her to the bed.
“This is for you, Charity.All for you. You may give to me later.”
“No.” She stared up at him, her eyes dazed, almost black with her desire. “I need to touch you, Aiden.”
“Not yet, love,” he soothed her gently as he moved beside her, his palm cupping a swollen breast with the utmost gentleness. “Relax, Charity.Just feel, baby.For me. Just feel all the sensations I can bring to your body.”
Then he could resist no longer. His head lowered, his mouth covering the elongated nipple awaiting his attention. He felt her body jerk, heard the tumultuous cry that escaped her lips and knew that before the night was over, she would never deny the mating again.
Chapter Thirty-One