Wicked Bite (Realm Enforcers #5)(77)

He ripped off her bra, forcing her arms up to let the straps free. Challenge rose in her, hard and fast, with a dark female edge. She rose up and swung back, swiping her nails across his abs. She dug in and smelled blood. His growl rolled inside her, deep and full, setting her on fire. Her desire was turning to a hunger that hurt.

Leaning over her, he manacled her wrists before her in one hand, ignoring her struggling shoulders. He wrapped the bra around her wrists-tight.

She used her hands as a club and struck sideways.

With a growl, he loomed above her, his hips forcing hers down as he punched a board in the porch, his skin hot and bare on hers. The narrow plank disintegrated into shards of wood. Her eyes bugged out. "What are you-" He punched another plank, leaving just one in the middle. Oh, he did not-

He wrapped the bra beneath the remaining plank and tied it firmly.



       
         
       
        

She yanked back, fighting, trying to free her hands. They remained in place. A startled laugh escaped her, even with the desire and warning coursing through her. She stretched, trying to dislodge him, her palms flattening on the rough wood.

"No hitting," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot.

She shivered and bit back a whimper. "You ass-"

He yanked off her jeans and panties, leaving her nude in the pelting rain. The sleet cooled her, while the male behind her heated her right up. She fought the restraints a moment longer. Then she stopped, panting. She couldn't move.

His hand wandered down her back, and she arched into his touch. Her head dropped. This was so crazy. She'd driven him as far as she could, and she'd never in her entire life felt so alive, wanted somebody else this much. She was outside in the elements, naked, on her hands and knees.

She threw back her head.

Her icy hair flew back, a powerful mass, and smashed into something.

He growled.

Was that his face? She pressed her lips together and then gave up, laughing. She'd hit his face with ice from her hair.

He palmed her core. Shock powered through her and she went silent. Mini-explosions rocked her entire bottom half, and her legs shook on the wood. He leaned over her and bit her ear. "You're wet. For me."

She blinked and tried to swallow. "Oh yeah?" she gasped out. "That isn't a gun in your pocket." He was rock solid against her.

He chuckled, and the sound of a zipper releasing cut through her. His hand twisted, and he stroked two fingers inside her. Pleasure bombarded her, teased her, took her over. She gyrated against him, needing so much more. His thumb brushed her clit, once and then twice, and she shut her eyes as tiny pinpricks of sensation overcame her need to challenge him.

His fingers were ruthless, driving her high but not letting her go over. Every time she came close, he slowed down or moved. Finally, she was one long mess of frantic nerves. "What do you want, little witch?" he rumbled, stroking her too gently.

She whimpered in pure frustration.

His thumbnail scraped her clit.

Jolts snapped through her. "You. I want you," she gasped, trying to find words-any words. She no longer even felt the rain or the cold, just him and what he was doing to her.

His hand flattened under her pelvis and he lifted, tilting her hips up even farther. Then he paused. His shaft pushed into her, getting instantly wet, and he shoved in with one incredibly hard thrust.

Her head snapped up, and she arched her back. Pain and pleasure edged together, whipping through her. He was so big. Bigger than before-fuller. He took up every centimeter inside her and then some. His cock pulsed in her, caressing needy nerves, teasing her even more. 

He tongued her ear. "Breathe, Ness."

She expelled air.

"Good girl."

The words should piss her off. But all she could do was feel. "Move. Now," she panted.

A hard slap on her ass resonated throughout her body, and she moaned. Her sex quivered around him. "This is the one place in your life you don't give orders, baby. Never again." He bit into her earlobe.

She tilted her head to give him better access. Oh, she'd challenged him to this, but she hadn't expected to feel so . . . taken. She was utterly and completely beneath his command. He'd stolen the control as if it had been his in the first place. "Bear. You've made your point."

"Have I?" His chuckle warmed her neck. "I don't think so." He reached around her and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

She moaned, her head dropping, the feeling too erotic to escape.

Then he tapped his way down her abdomen to her clit.

Her eyes opened and barely focused on the closed cabin door. Passion pulsed in her veins. "Wh-what are you doing?"