She could feel her cunt clenching, weeping. Her muscles straining for release, her body pleading for it.
She shook her head, unable to speak now as she fought for climax.
“You will.” His fingers moved as his erection continued to impale her anus.
He spread the lips of her cunt, his eyes narrowed as he kept her legs raised to his shoulders. Then two
diabolical fingers plunged inside her.
So close. Her body tightened, orgasm a breath away, and still he wouldn’t let her have it. He merely
stretched her vagina, filling it, his fingers twisting inside her as she bit her lip and fought her body’s
demands that she give into him. Give into him now, her body screamed out the demand.
“Mine,” he told her again, his eyes narrowed, wild. His face savage as he watched her, teeth clenched
on a snarl as he allowed one more thrust of his fingers.
“Yours,” she screamed out to him, desperate now, her body assaulted by so many sensations she knew
they would drive her insane. “You’re…oh God, Callan, let me—”
His fingers pumped into her hard and fast in a rhythm that matched the cock buried in her ass. She felt
the smaller erection emerge, his barb stretching her ass further with a burning pain that tipped her over the
edge as she heard him growling in his own release. A second later, she felt the hard blast of his semen
spurting inside her, she exploded in such mind consuming pleasure she wondered if she would survive.
Over and over again, her cries weak and strained as she clenched on his flesh, on his fingers, her body
shuddering violently with the wild release that quaked over her.
And Callan was by no means immune. The beast was loose. He threw back his head and roared his
victory over her as the last pulse of his seed shot into her behind. He was lodged deep inside her, his
cock jerking, the barb pulsing as it held him locked to her. His hair was damp, his facial expression tight
as his body arched into her once again, trembling in the aftershocks of his release. Long moments later,
she felt him slide from her, still hard, still throbbing, only the barb had lost its erection. His cock was still
engorged, thick and heavy with his lust.
She was too weak to open her eyes to see where he was going, but moments later she heard water
running in the bathroom. When he returned, he turned her to her stomach gently. She couldn’t protest,
whatever he wanted he could have. She was boneless, mindless with satiation. But it was the warm
roughness of a cloth between her thighs that she felt. First over the saturated lips of her cunt, then through
the narrow cleft of her ass.
He cleaned her gently, his hands slow, the strokes thorough.
“Are you okay?” he asked her finally, his voice soft, hesitant.
“Mm.” She didn’t want to use breathing energy on actually speaking.
He was quiet behind her then. His hand was warm on her buttocks; his silence though, was filled with
tension.
“I’m sorry.” She could barely hear the apology.
Merinus took a deep, strengthening breath. Damn, men and their phobias. She turned on her back
staring up at him drowsily.
“Why?” she mumbled.
Callan frowned.
“I lost control—”
“So?” She yawned. Damn, she was tired now. “I wanted you too. Now lay down here and cuddle me,
dammit. A woman is supposed to be cuddled after mind blowing sex, not attempting to make sense of
some man’s psyche.”
Uh oh. She watched that expression of male offense cross his face. Now, how the hell had she managed
to wound his poor little ego?
“My psyche is not the problem,” he informed her with an overload of pride.
Merinus rolled her eyes.
‘Then what is?” She pulled weakly at the other side of the comforter as a chill began to replace the
warmth of her body.
“I lost control,” he said again.
“And I said: So?”
“I hurt you.”
Merinus looked up at him. He was perfectly in control again, if still a little horny. He sat beside her, his
amber eyes glittering with regret.
“You didn’t hurt me,” she argued. “I liked everything you did.”
“Dammit, Merinus, I smacked you,” he bit out, dragging his hand roughly through his hair. “I do not hit
women.”
Merinus smiled. She remembered well the pleasure of that particular little spanking.
“Yeah, I know,” she sighed in contentment. “Cuddle me for a while and you can do it again.”
The shock on his face would have been comical if she had the energy to laugh.
“You wanted that?” He seemed confused by it.
Merinus sighed. “Callan, I want all of you. I want you wild and growling, purring and contented, and