once again. Callan stepped aside at the last second, a smooth, gliding motion that put him out of touch,
and he smiled when Dayan hit the ground once again.
Dayan shook his head this time, appearing rattled by the fall.
“If you had touched my woman, Dayan, I would have had to kill you,” Callan warned him as the other
man came to his feet. “I will have no one’s scent upon her other than my own.”
Merinus rolled her eyes. What was it with him and scents?
“You are his mate, Merinus.” Taber must have caught the reaction. He stood close to her, but not
touching as he watched the fight progress.
They were throwing punches now, though few of Dayan’s wild swings actually connected. The man was
working himself into a froth of fury. Growling, spittle flying as Callan faced him calmly.
“I’m not a fucking mate,” she bit out.
“Watch your mouth. Even Sherra and Dawn do not handle such language,” he told her with a frown,
then winced as Callan threw Dayan to the dirt once again.
“Oh, God,” Merinus muttered as both men were suddenly on the ground, teeth bared, fists flying.
Callan’s blows were harsh, hard. Merinus heard his fists connecting with Dayan’s flesh, heard the other
man’s grunts of pain, his snarls of rage. She had never seen anything so vicious as the blood and blows
that rained between them. Until finally Dayan fell back, nearly unconscious as Callan jumped to his feet.
Savage, glittering amber eyes shot to Merinus. She watched, her throat dry, eyes widening as his cock
slowly hardened as he advanced on her.
“Get him out of here,” his voice was a harsh rasp as he grabbed Merinus’ arm. “Get back to the house.
I’ll deal with him there.”
“You already dealt with him,” Merinus protested as he began to drag her back to the stream.
His hand was hard on her arm, almost bruising as he forced her behind him.
“I’ll deal with him further,” he bit out, male fury crackling in the air. “But you I will deal with here.”
He pushed her to the grass, moving quickly between her thighs before she could strike out with her feet.
He gripped her fists in one hand, stretching her back, anchoring her along his body as his cock pressed
the jersey material of her shorts against the soaked entrance to her vagina.
“Callan.” She hated the fear that tinged her voice.
He was too angry, too intense. She didn’t know how to handle the animalistic, savage side of his nature.
He ripped her shorts from her body, tearing them from her and leaving them in shreds.
“I warned you I would rip them from your body.” The shirt went next.
Her furious struggles didn’t deter him in the least. He held her still, watching her body as she writhed
against him. Merinus was breathing hard, her skin sensitive, the rasp of the fine hairs on his body
caressing her was nearly driving her mad. They were downy soft, stroking against her. The hair on his
legs rasped her inner thighs, the tip of his cock nudged at her tender entrance.
Merinus felt the blood thundering through her veins. She wanted him. Oh, she wanted him so bad it was
about to kill her. Inside her, deep and hard, making her scream in her need.
“You ran from me,” he growled, sinking a bare inch of his erection into her.
Merinus felt the tiny thrust, her muscles clenching around it, weeping for more. Her clit throbbed, her
breasts ached, the sensitive nipples so hard and hot she wondered if they would burst.
“I won’t let you—” She shook her head, her back arching as another inch sank into her.
“Mine,” his vow was low and rough.
“No—” She was crying from need now. Her drenched cunt begging for more of him. “I won’t let you do
this to me. I can’t.”
He pushed in a bit more. Merinus held her breath, feeling the tight stretch of her muscles as they
conformed to his width. She pulsed around him, feeling more of her juices easing around his flesh. She
was slick, frothing with lust.
“Tell me,” he ordered her, his voice dark, rough. “Tell me you are mine, Merinus.”
He stared down at her, his eyes bright, intense as he held her securely while pushing inside her by slow,
torturous degrees. She was shamefully aware of the pulse of her inner flesh as it milked him, caressed
him. She was drowning in her own lusts, her own needs.
“Touch me,” she begged shamelessly, her breasts pressing against his chest. “Please, Callan, touch me.”
His tongue licked over her breasts. Rough, rasping her flesh, she arched against him, needing more.
“Tell me, and I will give you what you need,” he told her tautly. “Say the words, Merinus.”