Rule Breaker(137)

            Slick, saturated, her juices wept like heated honey along his finger, easing the penetration as the desperate, milking clench of her muscles attempted to hold it inside her.

            “Don’t stop.” The demand rose unbidden from her lips as she felt the smooth, slow withdrawal, the caress of his finger inside her, driving her higher. “Don’t stop, Rule.”

            “Never again,” he growled, his tone harsher, closer to the animal it was said lived within him. “Never again, Gypsy.”

            Before she could do more than cry out, he had her in his arms, lifting her and moving to the next room and the bed awaiting them. Laying her against the comforter, he turned, sat on the bed and hurriedly removed the boots laced on his feet.

            Gypsy’s fingers clenched the blanket beneath her, her lashes lifting, staring at the broad expanse of his naked back as he rose again. Turning, staring down at her, holding her gaze, he shed the black mission pants as his gaze seemed to shift, darken, then turn brighter.

            What would she do if he jumped from her again? How could she bear the pain? “I won’t let you go. Not this time, Gypsy.” The words were a hard rasp as he came over her, spreading her thighs with his hard, well-muscled legs and bending to her until his lips could touch hers again.

            Whatever raged inside him, whatever emotions tore at him, she glimpsed in the fiery blue of his eyes, the hard, intent expression on his face. She wanted explanations. She wanted to know what she had done, why he had pulled from her so quickly before, but the needs tearing at her stilled those questions for now.

            Lifting her hands, she slid them up the perspiration-slick planes of his hard abdomen, the broad expanse of his chest until she was curling her fingers over the tight, flexing muscles of his shoulders.

            “This doesn’t change anything,” she whispered, more because she was weakening and she could feel it.

            Amid the ravaging hunger for this Breed, the addictive need for his kiss and the anger that swirled inside her was something more. Something she didn’t want to look at too closely. Something she couldn’t afford to look at too closely.

            “It changes everything,” he assured her.

            Before she could find the will to argue, the broad head of his cock was pushing against the swollen folds of her pussy, parting them, then stretching the entrance to the clenched, hungry demand inside.

            A small cry escaped her again, breathless, yearning as her flesh stretched for him, parting with such painful pleasure that her lashes fluttered closed on a weak catch of her breath.

            She couldn’t stand to watch him further, to see that hint of agony on his face, to sense that there was a cost he would pay in taking her.

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            Helplessness had never been a feeling Rule had known since the moment the labs he and Lawe were confined in were destroyed. Escape had been planned for, it had been planned exactingly for years, and even then, he’d never known complete helplessness. He’d refused to feel it.

            Now, he was helpless.

            The mating hormone pounded through his senses, rushed through his body like a drug that set fire to all his senses. Taking her was imperative. Marking her was a hunger destroying him, because doing so meant marring the perfect, sweet flesh that he loved touching.

            Gritting his teeth until his jaw knotted, he tightened his hands on her thighs, holding them wide as he knelt, poised at the entrance of the slick, fiery folds of flesh cupping the broad head of his cock.

            Flames licked at the sensitive crest, raced to the tightly drawn sac below and had the heavy, broad shaft throbbing in desperation. The animal that prowled and paced inside his body had taken control and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it.