Looking down, he was torn by the sight of her—her lips glistening, those blue eyes staring up at him—then her lips parted and covered the throbbing head, sinking over it as her tongue flicked over the swollen, sensitive flesh.
When she began suckling, her cheeks hollowing, laying an exquisite pressure along his nerve endings, Del-Rey shook his head. Ah God. He couldn’t hold back much longer. He gripped the base of his shaft tighter, but he couldn’t hold back the spurt of pr**cum that jerked from his cock.
The silky, slick fluid had its own purpose Dr. Armani had warned him. The hormones contained in it excited the nerve endings in the vagina, even as they relaxed the snug sheath and allowed for the swelling that came when a male Coyote spilled his seed fully.
Anya’s eyes widened as a second spurt filled her mouth. Her lashes lowered and a little moan escaped her lips before she was sucking him deeper, more firmly, as though she craved more of the taste that spilled from him.
He couldn’t do this. He didn’t have the control for this. He wanted inside her. He had to f**k her, fill her, take her. Hold her hips and pound inside her until the ravaging waves of hunger were stilled.
The fingers of one hand held his c**k as he reached out with the other to touch her face, his thumb caressing over the side of her lips as she worked her mouth over him.
Need. The need was more animal, the clawing hunger demonic in its intensity. He couldn’t wait. He was going to take her here. Now. He had to. If he didn’t, he’d lose his mind forever.
“Incoming!” Ivan’s voice screamed through the intercom between front and back. A second later an explosion rocked the limo as a mortar struck the road in front of it.
Anya fell back as Del-Rey pushed her from him, zipping his pants and latching them as he hit the switch to lower the window between the passenger’s and driver’s sides.
Another explosion rocked them as Del-Rey’s eyes narrowed on the vehicles ahead of them. Behind him, Anya was scrambling, the brush of her dress assuring him she was now crouched on the floor of the limo.
“It’s coming from the mountain,” Ivan yelled as another streak of fire filled the night air. “Someone’s going to get hit, Del-Rey, we have too many vehicles together.”
“Air support?” he clipped out.
“It’s coming in. We had a team airlifting from the army base camp in the area, but I’ve not had radio contact.”
The next explosion took out a chunk of road, raining sparks and fire over the front of the limo as Ivan swerved and kept moving.
“They’re going to get lucky,” Del-Rey snapped before reaching into the front and jerking the radio from the dash. “Brim, are you there?”
“Dragging in behind the convoy,” Brim yelled back. “Mortar fire is coming from the north, at the head of the mountain. Cheap bastards. They should have invested in heat-seeking rockets.”
“Don’t give them ideas,” Del-Rey snarled as he jerked the cuff of his jacket up to reveal the mic at this wrist. As he flipped it on, the receiver at his ear activated. “Wolfe, are you in the lead?”
“We’re lead and hell’s coming down on us.” Wolfe was snarling.
Del-Rey stared ahead. “In two clicks. Sharp right, then left—it’s going to bounce like hell. The dry creek bed there runs for three miles and takes us out of the line of sight.”
Wolfe repeated the orders to his driver.
“Ivan, get that to the rest of the vehicles,” Del-Rey ordered before lifting the radio he could hear Brim screaming into. “Brim, you have weapons?”
“Enough.” Brim’s response was cold, furious. “They’re targeting the vehicles with the bartender and the body of the Wolf Breed, Del-Rey. I have a line on location.”
Del-Rey reached forward again, hit the sunroof and tore the jacket and shirt from his shoulders. The hanging material would only get in his way at this point.
“I’m bailing from the limo. Ivan can’t slow down for the exit. Watch for the falling body and pick up the pieces.”
“Here.” A leather jacket was shoved in his face. “It will protect against the fall. Here.” A lightweight submachine gun was pushed into his hands as he noticed that the backseat of the limo had been raised.
Another, closer explosion rocked the car, nearly tilting it as Ivan cursed, swung the wheel, then made the turn into the creek bed they would be using for a road.
Del-Rey quickly pulled on the jacket, zipped it, jerked the gun from Anya, then launched himself onto the roof of the car.
As he gripped the edge of the sunroof, his eyes narrowed on the dark landscape passing them. He knew the best place to jump. Grassy, soft earth leveled out in one place. The impact would be lessened, and the chances of being run over by the vehicles speeding through the pass would be nonexistent.
He waited, poised, then lauched himself from the limo, curled and rolled as he hit the ground with enough impact to steal his breath and assure him he’d feel the damned bruises for weeks to come.
The bastards. Del-Rey knew he should have expected the ambush. Hell, the others probably had. The only problem was that there was only one clear road into the town and a lot of mountains rising around them.