Saving the Beast(33)

“Follow me,” he growled. The rumble was back in his chest, giving testament to the animal inside that rode so close to the surface. How long would the fever stay in his system now that he had his mate with him?

He took her hand, keeping her close to his side as they covered the open ground between the thick woods and the small clearing in front of the cabin. He inhaled and took comfort in the old smells that filled his nostrils. There was no one here and hadn’t been for some time. He tugged her into the cabin and took the interior in with a quick skim of his gaze.

“It’s filthy,” Diane grumbled as he shut the door and heaved a sigh of relief at the still functional locks along the door.

He twisted the one on the knob and slid both bolts home before turning back to her.

He knew his eyes were glowing and understood how intimidating most people found his gaze. But his mate looked back at him with no fear.

“Again?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” was the only word he could get out from between his clenched teeth. He was fighting hard to hold himself back from just taking Diane as the beast demanded.

She glanced around the room as if searching for a spot he could take her, but there wasn’t time for that. His blood was at full boil and only she could soothe it.

“I don’t know where—” she started to say, but his control was ebbing fast.

“Now,” he grunted and pushed her against the door.

They dropped the gear to the floor, and he shoved it aside with a swipe of his boot. He reached for her jeans and unfastened them. She helped him shimmy them over her ass and was ready to shove them all the way down when he turned her around to face the door and moved in behind her. He used one hand to test her readiness and groaned at how slick and wet she was. His other hand made quick work of his pants, shoving them down just enough to release his engorged cock.

“Widen your stance,” he ordered, and when she struggled, he helped by pushing her clothing beneath her knees.

“Zane.” She moaned his name as he pressed his cockhead against her and began working his length inside.

“Shhh, baby,” he whispered into her ear. “Let me have you.”

“Mhmm,” she sighed as he seated his dick completely inside her, his balls tapping against her flesh. God, he loved her ass.

He used one hand to hold her hip and placed the other beside her head on the door. Then he rode her hard and fast, pumping his hips and fucking her as his body needed. She dropped one hand down to his thigh, and he felt the bite of her nails through the denim. She took her other hand and moved it over his on the door, lacing her fingers through his. She struggled to spread her legs wider and thrust her hips back into him, meeting his every drive.

He moved his hands and ripped the flannel shirt she wore apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. He jerked the shirt down her limbs, capturing both arms and trapping them by her sides. She retaliated by sinking her nails into her thighs again. He found the hem of her camisole and yanked it up to expose her lush breasts to his fingers. He’d failed to give her a bra this morning, and she hadn’t said a word.

He took the pebbled points of her nipples between his thumbs and fingers and pinched and tugged on them.

“Ahhh,” she cried out sharply.

He needed. He wanted. With their height difference he was afraid of inadvertently lifting her feet off the ground and impaling her on his shaft. That would be fine, but not in this position. He pulled free and turned her back around, going to his knees in front of her and sucking her pussy while he worked one boot off and took her pants and panties off that leg. He gave her clit a nip with is teeth, laved it with his tongue and stood once more.

“Hold on,” was all the warning he gave her before he cradled her ass in his palms and lifted. She came down on his cock, and they both groaned.

Her hands clutched his shoulders as her feet crossed at the small of his back. He powered in and out of her slick walls, loving the way her pussy gripped his dick. This was Heaven. Nothing compared to the feeling of being inside his woman.

Her hands slid to his chest, and before he realized her intent, she’d ripped his own flannel wide open, adding to the buttons already on the floor. Her nails scratched over his chest, finding and tapping against both his nipples. Her gaze met his then she pinched his nipples making him growl.

He took her mouth like a savage and thank God, she met him with the same dark need. It was a meshing of lips, tapping of teeth that nipped and scraped as tongues battled and rubbed. They broke apart, sucking air and she shifted her lips to his jaw, nipping along it then running her tongue out to soothe.

He was pounding into her so hard, he was afraid they might break the damn door down. The primal reaction he had to her made him believe anything was possible.