To Right a Wrong(39)
Planning to kneel, she bent her legs but Ethan held her up.
“Strip off your jeans, little one.” Slipping off her shoes and socks, she wiggled out of the rest of her clothes, baring her bottom half. Ethan led her to a big boulder, which sat overlooking the valley and urged her to bend over the rock. Viewing the height from the edge left her dizzy, but added the spice of danger, too.
The beauty of the land gave her goosebumps.
Ethan spread her legs and kissed the soft skin where buttock met the back of her thigh.
She arched, and he smoothed the backs of her legs. She closed her eyes as his fingers and lips traveled between her legs. Her pussy seemed to thump to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
He licked the edge of her lower lips. She opened her legs wider and lifted her ass to give him better access. Warmth coiled in her core.
She wanted more, to have his hardness fill her body and claim her.
Gentle pressure on her anus had her pushing back and moaning. Ethan stood and spread her lower lips wider while paying special attention to her clit and anus. The pleasures from the different sensations were instant. She pushed back and held onto the rock.
“More, Ethan. Please?” Little puffs of breath came from her mouth.
He entered her one slow inch at a time, letting her enjoy every delicious push on her inner muscles. She stretched, feeling her channel suck at his cock, drawing it farther inside of her. The reassuring thud of his heartbeat against her back comforted her, made her feel secure and loved while stealing her breath.
Rocking back and forth, she plunged down on his cock at the same time he thrust into her over and over. With his ball sac gently slapping her clit, she rose onto her toes and strained for release. She was so close.
Ethan circled his arm around her side and flicked her tiny nub with his finger. Electrifying jolts exploded from her core, and she bucked.
Oh, God.
She cried out. Her womb convulsed, and a tidal wave of pleasure coursed through her body.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on all the joy she received.
Another slow deliberate thrust before Ethan held himself still against her ass. He shuddered through his release setting off more spasms deep in her cunt.
She laid her cheek on the rock’s surface. She sighed as the cool wind splashed over her heated body. “That was amazing.”
Ethan pulled her into his embrace, lingered over a kiss, then whispered, “I love you, little one.”
Chapter Eighteen
Two months after coming back to Drover with Ethan, and they were no closer to finding Jordan. In fact, the situation was more depressing than ever.
Late one night, Dani set her hair brush in the drawer, then turned on the tap. She cupped her hands under the water, leaned forward, and patted her cheeks. Reaching for a towel, she dried her face and struggled to stay in control.
Would she ever stop crying?
The last few days, she’d found herself breaking out in tears over the littlest things. If Ethan gave her one of his soul-searching kisses, she’d cry. She’d stroll past the new playroom and she’d imagine Jordan pushing a toy truck on the floor without a worry in the world, and she’d find her face wet with tears. She wasn’t against crying—even Ethan explained that it was the body’s way of keeping you healthy—but she felt incredibly hopeless.
Shutting off the light, she walked through the bedroom and down the hall. She had to pull herself together. Ethan planned on driving her to Farmington today to search.
Soft voices from the living room became clearer. She pushed back her hair and turned the corner. One of Greggoire’s—Loren’s—women stood outside the front door glancing back and forth between Dani and Ethan.
Fear pierced her chest. Her wolf snarled, reminding her to be on guard. “What is she doing here?”
“Careful, Dani. She’s come to tell us something. Don’t do anything to chase her away.” Dani stepped beside Ethan and gazed at the woman, lit only by the porch light.
Dark blonde hair pulled back off her face, soiled clothing, and months, if not years, of hard stressful living were etched into her cheeks; she appeared older than she probably was. The woman tugged at the shirt she wore. Dani frowned. This person did not act like the raving killer she’d encountered the night she and Ethan broke into the former alpha’s house.
Nervous and scared, this woman seemed unsure if she should stay or run.
“Dani, this is Mary.” Ethan stepped back.
“Ask her to come in. Let’s see what brought her here.”
“Please, come in, Mary,” Dani said, trying to sound hospitable. “Would you like a glass of water?”
“No…please.” Mary came inside and sat on the edge of the couch. She closed her eyes and inhaled a big breath before opening her eyes again. “I have to…I want to…I’m sorry. I know I’m not making any sense.”