Given to the Savage(38)

Once dressed, she picked up her coffee and joined him outside. There, she found Silas studying the herb garden and for a moment, she wondered if he would know what the selenium was for. If he would recognize the herb at all.

“Looks good,” he said when he turned to see her standing there. “Dr. Stone was impressed with your knowledge yesterday.” He wiped the dirt from his hands on his pants. Rowan’s eyes traveled across the large expanse of his chest, hovering again over the markings on his arm, neck, and torso before returning her gaze to his. His dark hair still dripped from his bath and she noticed his face was, for the first time since she had known him, clean of hair.

“Where is the hair from your face?” she asked, stepping closer to see, unable to resist touching the chiseled line of his jaw.

He looked at her as if confused for a moment. “What do you mean?” he asked, touching the spot her fingers had just been.

“You had hair on your face.”

His expression told her he understood her confusion and he smiled a little. “We shave our faces, most of us at least,” Silas said. “The hair grows back daily. Too quickly even, and it’s uncomfortable.”

“Oh. The men of the colony don’t have hair on their faces. Some perhaps a few over their lip but it’s soft and fine, not like yours. Also this,” she said, touching his chest, her mouth watering a little when his muscle bulked up beneath her fingers as if he too were startled by her touch. His skin felt warm and soft beneath the dark hair on his chest. Without asking, she dragged her fingers through it, pausing when she reached his nipple. She felt it harden beneath her fingers and watched his throat work as he swallowed. The charge in the air between them was palpable and she had to remind herself to breathe as her body responded to his. She trailed her fingers softly toward the markings on his shoulder, tracing the pattern down over his thickly muscled bicep, his forearm that was also dusted with dark hair.

When he moved his hand to place it possessively on the side of her hip, she watched but did not move. They stood only inches apart and she inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of him. He set his coffee down on the table nearby and did the same with hers before running his fingers up along her arms. The fine hairs there rose to stand on end at his touch and when he slid her dress from her shoulders, she remained still, allowing it. He turned her chin up and their gazes met. She saw arousal in his eyes as they traveled the length of her naked form before settling on her lips. Her tongue darted out to moisten them in anticipation of his kiss but instead of that, instead of the kiss she waited for and wanted, he spoke.

“You want this even knowing your children will be taken from you? Knowing that once the two are delivered, you’ll be taken back to the colony?”

“They will be your children as well,” she said, knowing it would wound him but a part of her somehow wanting to. Wanting to hurt him for not choosing her, not choosing her children, even as she understood wholly that doing so would mean choosing to abandon his son and the people of his village.

Her gaze faltered as he digested her words. The spell was broken, the tender, erotic moment now turning into something else. Something hard.

“Breeders are made to breed,” Silas said, lifting her and laying her on her back on the hard wooden table. He watched her, almost flaunting his power over her as he unzipped his pants and released his cock. “I do not mean you harm,” he said, pushing her legs wide. “But my son’s life and the lives of every man, woman, and child of this settlement depend on this.” With that he pinned her thighs down and thrust hard into her, his eyes on hers all along watching her flinch in pain when he retreated and did it again. “Your fate was determined when you were born. I am not to blame for that and neither my son nor the people of the settlement will pay the price for it.”

Another hard thrust, followed by another had her gripping the sides of the table. He was making a point.

“You come every time I fuck you, you’re wet every time I punish you,” he said, just touching her clit as he did. When she sucked in a breath, he squeezed it hard, calling a cry from her lips. “Come, breeder,” he said, fucking her faster now, pinching her clit between two fingers, pushing her knees up now, his other hand gripping one buttock hard, pulling it wide. “Come,” he said, his own voice breathy as she felt his cock swell inside her. “Or do you need more?” With that, his thumb was at her back hole, touching for a moment before pushing against it.

“Please!” she begged, her voice little more than a whisper as sweat covered her forehead.