"Dice!" she whined, completely out of breath now as her orgasm built.
"Cum for me, baby," he commanded, and she let go of the tension eagerly.
It exploded over her, taking her vision and her senses along with it. All she could see was sparks of light behind her closed eyelids as her back arched off the bed and every muscle in her body seemed to be straining and flexing. A long, throaty moan escaped her lips as she crested and it was only absently that she noticed that Dice was taking off her thong now and spreading her legs wider around his powerful thighs.
He hovered above her, waiting patiently with the head of his cock pressed to her entrance. When she could finally focus again, now tearing her nails out of his sides where they had embedded during her release, he grinned down at her.
"Ready for this, baby?" he asked, his voice perfectly calm.
"Always," she murmured, still happily wrapped up in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as Dice pushed into her for the first time, slow and steady, splitting her open around his cock. She gurgled nonsensical pleads and words, her hands wrapping around his chest and clinging to him tight. When he pulled back slightly and thrust forward again, sinking a few inches deeper, Meredith thought she was going to pass out immediately.
He captured her lips with his and kissed her, long and deep as he worked himself deeper into her. Every stroke became less painful and more bursting with wicked pleasure until all that remained of the pain was the delicious tightness that followed every time he filled her up with his huge, veiny cock.
Her thighs clenched around his waist and every motion of her body was urging him to keep going, to be with her in the moment. Looking into his eyes, she could see such intensity and love there that it almost took her breath away.
"I knew you'd come back for me," she whispered in the heat of the moment, burying her face into his neck and planting dozens of kisses on his slick skin while her nails raked down his sides.
"I'd never leave you," he said, the promise almost painful in his words. "Nothing could keep me from you."
A little whimper passed over her lips and then she found herself straddling him, staring down at him. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead and chest. She ran her fingers over his chest, feeling the curls of his dark chest hair beneath her fingers as she rocked back and forth on top of him, rubbing against him slowly.
She couldn't help but grin when she saw the kind of reaction he was giving her, his eyelids hooded and his lips parted. Meredith had no shame in admitting that she'd imagined him just like that more times than she could bear to count over the time they'd been apart.
Making little circles with her hips while trying to control her own need, she decided to play the same game that he'd taunted her into before.
"Cum for me, baby," she said, purring out the words.
His eyes shot open and he sat up so quickly that Meredith yelped in surprise. His carved body was hard against her as she molded against it, being pressed to his chest and with her hands around his neck. Dice started thrusting up into her and where she had thought she had all the control before, she was happy to relinquish it once more.
"Only if you do it too," he said.
She didn't need to be told twice.
Within a few of those long, deep, impossibly delicious motions, Meredith was screaming at the top of her lungs, hanging on for dear life as another massive orgasm claimed her. But this time she didn't leave him behind. The small muscles of her pussy milked him mercilessly and when Dice gritted his teeth, ready to blow his load, Meredith kissed his mouth needily.
He spilled his seed within her and every little twitch and buck of his body was like nectar to her. It felt so … right.
Finally, spent, they fell on top of the covers, with Meredith sprawled out over Dice's chest. It rose and fell deeply and she could hear his heart thudding wildly. It was pure music to her.
"This doesn't happen anywhere near enough," she said after a long while, lifting her head to peer into the eyes of the man she loved.
"I'm going to change that."
Every fiber in her body hoped that he would.
Twenty
Dice
Dice was still completely taken aback by the fact that almost all of the squad was in the armored vehicle with him now.
Scratch that.
Not the squad. His squad.
Because that's what they had become the moment that those men stuck their necks out for him. Dice knew damn well that there would have been ways for these seasoned warriors to get out of the firefight in Etihad Towers in a way that would have at least given them a plausible excuse and a chance to distance themselves from him, but they hadn't taken it. Every one of them had gone to bat for him and his mate and that was the kind of thing that a bear would never forget.
Even if they are all batshit insane, he thought with mild amusement, checking his gun for the umpteenth time.
"You antsy, boss?" Prowler asked, grinning his jackal smile as he drove the car.
It was the dead of night and the truck they had managed to secure was the single best way to get into Rowen's little compound, it seemed. Not too surprisingly, the suave and sophisticated werewolf hadn't held up under interrogation too well and Prowler had gotten what he wanted from the guy without more than a few broken fingers and missing teeth on Rowen's side.
He was stashed in a bunker about a half an hour drive away from the compound, left in the dust of the desert. While Julian Rowen didn't make for much of a safety net against whatever was going to befall them in the compound, at least it saved them from having to drag his sorry ass along with them and giving him a chance to stir trouble.
Dice snarled under his breath, remembering the way the man had looked at them first when he'd come to, almost laughing in their faces. The fucker had expected the cavalry to be right around the corner, ready to rescue him the moment he woke up.
Well, that hadn't been true.
"Wouldn't you be?" Dice finally replied, snapping back into the moment.
He also made a mental note to, if at all possible, snap Rowen's neck when he had the next opportunity. If for no other reason than holding Meredith hostage in his little castle of evil, though Dice was rather certain he wasn't going to be at a loss for motives by the time dawn rolled around.
"I guess I would," Prowler said with surprising candor, his expression suddenly serious. "That's fucked up what they're doing with the kids. It just isn't right."
"You can say that again," Dice agreed, glancing at the hacker werewolf with some surprise.
It had been a major miracle that the squad had decided to come and help him and Meredith on this mission. Frankly, Dice had expected all of them to take the easy way out, like Thor had – even though he still remembered the way Thor had saved his life with that well-aimed bullet in Etihad Tower number one.
His brow furrowed slightly as he pondered this conundrum for the umpteenth time. Either the twins were planning something, or they actually gave a shit about another shifter's child's wellbeing. While it would have been no surprise with normal, socially functioning shifters – as kids were by far the most important things in most sifters' lives, second to maybe only their mates – then Dice wouldn't have expected that kind of kindness from a group of men he'd titled psychopaths the first time he'd met them. The feeling had only grown stronger over the time he'd spent together with them.
Shaking his head, Dice banged his fist on the partition wall that separated the front of the vehicle from the back.
"We're almost there. Get ready!" he called, receiving a dull thud from the other side in response.
The compound was coming into view now. It was hidden within the long, sweeping yellow dunes of the desert, shaded black and gray in the cover of darkness, but apparently otherwise being the same color of the sand during daytime to avoid detection by airplanes. Only a few errant lights seemed to blink around it – guard towers, as Rowen had assured them. The compound itself didn't have more than a few windows.
No one in there deserved sunlight, apparently.
The plan itself was simple. Get in, get out, try not to die. That was about it.
It was the execution of said plan that got Dice worrying. That, and the fact that nestled between Rio, Ryker and Price, sat Meredith.