The erection in his pants was killing him, and Amanda’s low moan from the back of the Jeep was like a spike of lust slamming into his guts.
Dash’s eyes narrowed again. “Shit. You kissed her again, didn’t you? Dammit, that only makes it worse,”
he muttered. “Kiowa, haven’t you figured it out yet?”
“Point the cabin out, you mangy f**king wolf,” Kiowa growled, the unbidden, guttural sound of his own voice was shocking. “Then get the hell out of my way.”
Dash sighed in frustration. “Up the hill. Second cabin under the tree line.”
Kiowa glanced up the graveled road that headed into the mountain before turning and stalking to the Jeep.
“Get out of my way,” he muttered when Simon didn’t move from his position in front of the door of the driver’s side.
Simon laughed, a low, mocking chuckle as he slid smoothly to the side.
“Have fun, coyote boy.” The smile on his face had Kiowa growling again. Dammit, what the hell was he doing mixed up in this crazy mess? he thought.
A second later, the Jeep spun from its parking place and headed up the short distance to the cabin Dash had pointed out. Blood pounded hard and fast in his veins as Amanda rose behind him, her arms curling around his neck as her lips moved over the pulse throbbing hard and hot at the side of his neck. She licked the pulsing vein slowly, then her sharp little teeth bit down on the tough skin as the Jeep skidded to the side of the road before Kiowa managed to right it, punch the gas and curse.
“You bit me,” she sighed at his ear.
“I’m going to bite you again.” His teeth ached to bite her again. To feel the soft flesh that bordered neck and shoulder beneath the sharp canines as he held her to him, his c**k swelling…knotting her… He groaned at the thought and brought the Jeep to a shuddering stop at the door of the cabin. He didn’t bother with the blanket that wrapped around her when he jerked the back door open. He just grabbed her, pressed her to the side of the Jeep and tore frantically at his jeans. He wasn’t going to make it into the little house. He didn’t have the strength to get any further than the feel of her in his arms. Naked except for the red stockings and stiletto ankle boots, her legs curving around his waist, the naked heat of her pu**y burning the head of his dick. He lifted her, his hands gripping her ass, tugging the soft swell of flesh apart as he poised at the entrance of her cunt.
“Scream for me,” he whispered then. “I want to hear your cries.”
His body tightened as her breath caught, her eyes gleaming in the predawn light as he began to work the head of his c**k into the tight, God so f**king tight, pu**y weeping its siren’s call. Her head fell back against the jeep, long silken strands of hair flowing around her as the first, throttled cry left her throat.
* * * * *
Amanda gripped Kiowa’s hips tighter with her knees, her gaze meeting his as she felt the hard spurt of fluid enter her before his c**k did. Whatever it was, it alternately burned and eased her. She could feel her muscles relaxing even as her arousal reached new peaks.
She couldn’t deny him. It was beyond her strength, beyond her ability to turn away from the pleasure of his touch. Whatever was wrong with her, whatever had been done to her, for this moment in time, she was more animal than woman in this hunger for the man touching her. With each hard pulse of the fluid, his c**k slid deeper inside her, stretching her, the pleasure building as fiery lashes of sensation shredded reality around her.
She screamed, just as he wanted her to, because the fine line between pleasure and pain was so exquisite.
“Kiowa.” Tears came to her eyes as she felt him fill her, sliding so deep and hot inside her pu**y that she knew she could never forget the feel of him. It would be with her forever. And that terrified her.
“God, Manda, I’m sorry.” He was panting as he worked his erection deeper, his hands clenching in the smooth muscles of her bu**ocks, spreading them erotically.
She could feel the little pinch of fire in her anal opening as he did that. The gentle pull of her flesh parting her just enough to make her anus flex in response. There were too many sensations whipping through her mind, too much to process at once as he finally lodged to the hilt inside her convulsing pu**y. Her hands dug into his shoulders as she screamed out her pleasure then, white-hot liquid fire rushing through her loins and sending her spinning on a lust-filled voyage. She was stretched to her limits, his c**k burning her, throbbing inside her like another heartbeat as his teeth scrapped her lower neck. He was going to bite her again. The little scrape of his teeth against the wound already there didn’t hurt as it should. When his tongue licked over it, she shuddered with a pleasure she couldn’t have expected.
“You’re so tight.” His words caused her to flex around his cock, tighten on him in pleasure even as fire struck her nerves from the movement.
His hips flexed as he drew back, pulling out until only the head remained before surging inside her again. It was so good. It was too good.
She gasped, fighting for breath as he caressed her with the thick width of his erection, stroking nerves she never knew existed. Her head tossed against the window of the Jeep as he began a hard pounding rhythm inside her then. There were few preliminaries, but she didn’t need any. Her juices were flowing thick and hot around him, aided by the occasional hot pulses of pre-semen from his cock. She didn’t know men did that. Or maybe they didn’t.
She whimpered as she remembered who and what was f**king her so thoroughly. And he was f**king her thoroughly. Her thighs tightened further as she fought to move with him, the controlled strokes hammering inside her kept her on the edge, held her back from the fall.
“Don’t you come yet, dammit,” he growled at her ear as she arched and writhed on the thick c**k penetrating her, impaling her. “Not yet, Manda. Not yet.”
“Yes!” She screamed her objection, bracing her knees against him and trying to ride him harder. His hands tightened on her ass for a second. Then one released her. A second later he backed from the Jeep, turning and bracing his own back against it as his hand landed against her ass. The burning little sting had her gasping, her pu**y rippling in nearing orgasm.
“Not yet,” he snarled then.
“Now.” She was shaking, the added little pain pushing her higher. He spanked her again. His hard calloused hand landed with enough strength to make her burn. She twisted, tightening her pu**y, feeling her juices flowing with added stimulus.
“Damn you,” he gritted out then. “You’re killing me, Manda. Leave me some control, dammit.”