Tempting The Beast(27)

moving down his spine now, the swelling of the barb, the lengthening of the tiny hard membrane. Then all

hell broke loose. He slammed inside her, deep, hard, as he felt the membrane extend fully, felt it rake

across the silken flesh of her vaginal walls, the area of the elusive g-spot. It lodged there, causing his

thrusts to become hard jerks in fear of tearing her, hurting her. But the pleasure. The pleasure was unlike

anything he had ever known. It wrapped over the head of his erection like tiny fingers of paradise, at the

same time he heard Merinus scream. Her body arched, her eyes widened, she stared at him in dazed,

wild hunger for a second before her orgasm hit. She clenched around him, the action making her so tight

and hot he could do nothing but follow her. His guttural growl as he felt the harsh ejaculations into her

body shocked him.

The barb, so feared for so many years, destroyed his sense of balance. He could feel it moving, stroking

the sensitive spot it had lodged in, each movement had Merinus crying out, jerking, tightening, her

orgasms lengthening as he came inside her. She was breathing hard, crying now, her head tossing with the

extremity of her pleasure before his own began to ease, and he felt the little protrusion recede, allowing

him to pull weakly from her body.

Merinus still trembled. Her cheeks were wet with sweat and tears as she gasped for breath. Her breasts

were swollen, her nipples hard little peaks that had not eased with her climax.

“Merinus,” he whispered her name gently as he eased her into his arms, lying beside her, his hand

smoothing down her damp back. “Don’t cry anymore, baby. I don’t think I can handle it.”

Her breath hitched, one hand clutched at his back, the other around his neck.

“Did I hurt you?” He was terrified that perhaps he had, and was unaware of it.

She shook her head against his chest. A weak movement as her tongue stroked over his skin. Callan

took a deep, careful breath after that small caress. He was still hard, he could easily take her again, but

he feared for her. She was virgin, and there had been little gentleness in him when he had slammed inside

her tender body.

She whispered against his chest.

“What?” He moved back, staring into her dazed, distressed eyes. “What did you say?”

“I need you again.” A tear fell down her cheek. “I need more, Callan.”

She was exhausted. He could see it in her expression, in her eyes and hear it in her voice. She was shy

and confused and frightened by the overwhelming sensations that were controlling her body.

“Shh, don’t cry, baby. You need only ask.” He smiled softly, his thumbs wiping the tears from her eyes.

She was so tired it worried him, but he couldn’t ignore her need, not when it was his own as well. He

turned her to her side, bringing her leg over his as he tucked her buttocks against him.

“We will do this easy,” he promised her. “I know you’re tired, Merinus.”

She shook her head, gasping, moaning as the thick length of his cock re-entered her, stretching her,

sliding in deep. The tight clasp had him gritting his teeth at the renewed pleasure.

“You feel so good,” he murmured at her ear as his fingers went to the swollen bud of her clit and

massaged it gently. “So tight and hot around me, Merinus. Unlike anything I have known.”

“We’re drugged. That’s why,” she gasped. “You drugged us, Callan.”

“Then I would stay drugged forever, Merinus.” He nibbled at her earlobe, loving the sharp intake of her

breath, the way she thrust back at him. “There is no pleasure on this earth as good as the feel of your

pretty cunt wrapped around me.”

“Oh God, why did that just sound so sexy?” she groaned, tightening around him, shivering at the feel of

his lips against her neck.

“Because it is sexy,” he assured her, smiling. He licked the soft flesh just beneath her ear, loving the little

gasps she made. “It’s sexy and erotic and hot as hell.” He pushed harder into the tight sheath, gritting his

teeth now at the pleasure.

“We’ll kill each other before the need goes away,” she panted. “Callan—” A plea stole from her as he

felt the shivers working through her vagina.

He felt it as well, the barb’s re-emergence, the added stroke over her tight muscles.

“Does it hurt you, Merinus?” He was tortured, terrified he had been wrong, and she was in pain, despite

her need. “Tell me if it hurts you. I’ll try to stop.”

He buried his head in her damp hair. God help him if he was hurting her. God help them both.

“What is it?” she gasped as his strokes became deeper, harder.