“I can’t wait.” He backed her up to the wall, lifting her, pushing her pants free with one foot.
He spread her legs then plunged his cock deep. Merinus gasped, unaware how ready she had been for
him. Her vagina clasped his erection with a hot, slick grip as tight as a fist as he buried himself inside her.
Her head fell back against the wall, her hands gripping his scratched bloody shoulders as he bent, buried
his head in her neck and began to pound into her. He was groaning with hoarse pleasure with each thrust.
His erection was hard, scalding hot, driving her into a passion as natural and as deep as love itself.
Heat and fire seared her body, pleasure rushed over her in a tidal wave of sensation, sweeping away any
doubt, any residual fears left in her. His hands gripped her hips, her thighs clasped his and his cock buried
itself over and over inside her. Stretching her, he filled her, burned her with his need. This was no
hormonal demand, no kiss to encourage the heat, no preliminaries, just hard, honest passion.
His teeth bit at her neck in the place he had marked as his own. His rough tongue stroked her. Callan
grunted harshly as Merinus’ moans rose in intensity. She could feel her climax building, gathering inside
her, the explosion only moments away.
Fighting for breath Callan increased the pace of his thrusts. Wet flesh slapped together, her cunt made
suckling sounds as his cock slid easily inside her over and over again. Then she trembled, shook, she
fought her scream, and managed to keep it down to a loud cry when she felt the barb emerge, lengthen,
harden until it locked him deep inside her. That hot caress sent her careening over the edge. Her orgasm
struck hard and deep, tightening her body as she felt him spurting his release inside her, distantly wincing
as his satisfied roar echoed around them. Boy, Kane would definitely have problems with this.
* * * * *
Below, Callan’s sexual roar was clearly heard. Sherra grimaced as eight men flushed with anger,
glancing at the stairs, their bodies stiffening with outrage.
“She’s not a child,” she informed them all. “You may as well get used to it now.”
John Tyler turned to her with a fierce frown.
“Young lady, that is my child,” he bit out.
“No sir, right now she’s Callan’s mate,” she argued tightly. “Her life was nearly lost and his DNA
demands he reassert his claim. Get used to it, get over it before he gets down here, because if all of you
crowd him, with your male pride all upset, you will merely force his instincts to the forefront. He’s just
claimed her, let him get used to that before he has to deal with your possessiveness.”
Sherra ignored Kane’s sneer. She had been doing that for two days now.
“We have other problems here,” Samuel Tyler spoke up, distracting brotherly and fatherly outrage.
“Let’s get our priorities straight and go from there. Four hours till the press shows, we have plenty of
work to do.”