Callan’s blows were harsh, hard. Merinus heard his fists connecting with Dayan’s flesh, heard the other man’s grunts of pain, his snarls of rage. She had never seen anything so vicious as the blood and blows that rained between them. Until finally Dayan fell back, nearly unconscious as Callan jumped to his feet.
Savage, glittering amber eyes shot to Merinus. She watched, her throat dry, eyes widening as his cock slowly hardened as he advanced on her.
“Get him out of here,” his voice was a harsh rasp as he grabbed Merinus’ arm. “Get back to the house.
I’ll deal with him there.”
“You already dealt with him,” Merinus protested as he began to drag her back to the stream.
His hand was hard on her arm, almost bruising as he forced her behind him.
“I’ll deal with him further,” he bit out, male fury crackling in the air. “But you I will deal with here.” He pushed her to the grass, moving quickly between her thighs before she could strike out with her feet.
He gripped her fists in one hand, stretching her back, anchoring her along his body as his cock pressed the jersey material of her shorts against the soaked entrance to her vagina.
“Callan.” She hated the fear that tinged her voice.
He was too angry, too intense. She didn’t know how to handle the animalistic, savage side of his nature.
He ripped her shorts from her body, tearing them from her and leaving them in shreds.
“I warned you I would rip them from your body.” The shirt went next.
Her furious struggles didn’t deter him in the least. He held her still, watching her body as she writhed against him. Merinus was breathing hard, her skin sensitive, the rasp of the fine hairs on his body caressing her was nearly driving her mad. They were downy soft, stroking against her. The hair on his legs rasped her inner thighs, the tip of his cock nudged at her tender entrance.
Merinus felt the blood thundering through her veins. She wanted him. Oh, she wanted him so bad it was about to kill her. Inside her, deep and hard, making her scream in her need.
“You ran from me,” he growled, sinking a bare inch of his erection into her.
Merinus felt the tiny thrust, her muscles clenching around it, weeping for more. Her clit throbbed, her breasts ached, the sensitive nipples so hard and hot she wondered if they would burst.
“I won’t let you—” She shook her head, her back arching as another inch sank into her.
“Mine,” his vow was low and rough.
“No—” She was crying from need now. Her drenched cunt begging for more of him. “I won’t let you do this to me. I can’t.”
He pushed in a bit more. Merinus held her breath, feeling the tight stretch of her muscles as they conformed to his width. She pulsed around him, feeling more of her juices easing around his flesh. She was slick, frothing with lust.
“Tell me,” he ordered her, his voice dark, rough. “Tell me you are mine, Merinus.” He stared down at her, his eyes bright, intense as he held her securely while pushing inside her by slow, torturous degrees. She was shamefully aware of the pulse of her inner flesh as it milked him, caressed him. She was drowning in her own lusts, her own needs.
“Touch me,” she begged shamelessly, her breasts pressing against his chest. “Please, Callan, touch me.” His tongue licked over her breasts. Rough, rasping her flesh, she arched against him, needing more.
“Tell me, and I will give you what you need,” he told her tautly. “Say the words, Merinus.”
“No.” She shook her head, her hips twisting as she fought to get closer to him, to drive that steel hard flesh deep inside her.
“You will tell me,” he groaned, his hand gripping her hip while the other held her hands anchored to the ground.
She looked up at him, seeing the savage lines of his face, the determination in his eyes. His body was hard, so hot against hers it nearly scorched her. She had to fight to keep the words he wanted from pouring from her mouth. He wanted surrender. He wanted to dominate and possess and she refused to allow it. She couldn’t let him. If he did it now, there would be no stopping him from doing it later.
“Are you mine?” she asked him instead, her muscles clenching on the few scant inches of hard flesh flexing inside her. “Who do you belong to, Callan?”
His eyes narrowed.
“My brothers will be here soon,” she told him, panting, fighting to keep her sanity. “They’ll take me home then. Whose will I be then?”
“No,” he bit out, his hips pulling back, then easing his erection inside her again, no further though, than it had been before.