Wild Men of Alaska Collection - By Helmer, Tiffinie Page 0,128

them and grasped his shaft and squeezed. The untamed sound that escaped him stirred tremors inside her.

He flipped her back over, tore off her underwear, grabbed her hips and positioned himself at her opening. The large tip of his penis just breaching the lips of her sex. “Tell me you vant me. That this means something to you.”

She curled her lips over her teeth, not wanting to answer him. Or hear the truth herself.

Her body wept for him. He knew it. He could feel it. Why did she need to say it too?

“Katja,” he warned, inserting himself partway.

Oh God. “This means something,” she snarled, clenching her inner muscles trying to draw him inside her. “It fucking means something to me, okay?”

He impaled her with one hard, deep thrust.

She gasped at the forceful invasion, the sheer fullness and perfection as he lay heavy and hungry within her, undeniably part of her. He expressed a lengthy, painful groan. His eyes never left hers as he slowly retreated from her body and then advanced, taking her hips in his large hands and lifting them to receive his thrusts deeper. Again and again, and then faster and faster, until his name became a broken cry on her lips.

He pounded relentlessly into her, wringing everything from her body, until her very soul shattered with the pleasure he wrought from places she didn’t know existed.

His back arched, and his thrusts quickened, the veins in his shoulders and neck roping under his skin. His head fell back on a roar as he surged, clutched her against him, and pulsed deep within her. He stayed like that suspended for a minute as though he couldn’t take the pleasure. Tipping his head, he looked at her, his eyes dark, satisfied, and clearly not willing to give her up. Slowly he enfolded her in his arms, his body flush to hers as he tightened his grip around her.

“Katja.”

Her name was like a whispered vow on his lips that broke the chains she’d locked around her heart.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Sergei basked in the rightness of Kate cuddled within his embrace. What they’d just done solidified everything that he’d put in place to bring her to The Edge.

“Let me up.” Kate struggled with his arms, pushing at his shoulders, kicking out at him, connecting painfully with his shins.

“Vhat?” Had he hurt her? He’d been rough, consumed with her, but she hadn’t objected. If anything she’d spurred him on, wanting him hard and fast, not gentle and slow like he’d tried to temper.

“Let me go!” Her voice broke on the last word, and he released her. She scrambled to her feet, grabbing the quilt thrown over the end of the couch.

“Katja?” Alarmed, he hurried to his feet.

“Stay away from me.” Her words held no threat. Emotion clouded their meaning, making the words more of a plea. She ran for the bathroom that was located on the first floor. He rushed to follow. The door slammed in his face. Looked as though she’d been free for some time. Time enough to know the layout of the lodge.

How had she freed herself? No one he knew could have gotten loose of those knots without help.

He went to bust through the door, but then he heard a strangled sob. His heart thudded in his chest.

Bozhe moi. What had he done?

He braced his hands on the doorframe and leaned his head onto the wood. “Talk to me, Katja.” He had to fix this. Making love with her had been wondrous. Better than before. Right. So very right. She was his mate. His equal. His everything. But had he somehow ruined things, making them worse than he had before? “Open this door.”

“Go away.”

“Either talk to me or I’m coming in.”

“I need a minute.” The toilet flushed.

He wasn’t buying it. “Katja.” He growled.

“I need a few goddamn minutes, okay?”

Hearing the anger back in her voice reassured him, and he straightened back from the door. “That’s all you vill get.”

“Go to hell.”

“Vith bags packed. As long as you follow,” he added.

He was infuriating.

Kate splashed cold water on her face. What was she going to do? That had been too intense. She’d lost valuable ground having sex with him again. Somehow he knew she cared. He’d known before she’d known. How? Was the man some kind of sightseer? There had been whispers about him. He sensed things before others, which is why he’d been impossible to kill. They needed someone like her to have him lower his guard. But he’d bested her at