He couldn’t plunge into her fast enough, hard enough, couldn’t get enough of the feel of her pussy tightening on him. Tighter. Tighter.
“Fuck yes. Yes.” He gripped her thighs harder as he felt her vagina quake, ripple, then lock down on him with a force that had him roaring in pleasure as she unraveled beneath him.
He couldn’t hold off any longer. He threw his head back, sweat dripping from his hair, his face, as he lost his hold on reality. The barb extended its full length, locking him inside her as it pressed firmly into the back of her pussy, holding him in as it released its own precious load into her fertile body.
The sensitive extension prolonged the exquisite agony of his release, making his body tremble, convulse, as another roar tore through him. The animal was triumphant, the man awed by the sheer power of emotion that poured from him. His. His woman. His pussy. All his.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Taber, we have movement outside the house. I’m sending Dawn and Sherra to protect Merinus and Roni in their rooms, but I need you out here.” The call came in after midnight, mere hours after Taber and Roni managed to fall into an exhausted sleep.
He had carried her back to their room after the exhausting release in the office. Just to sleep, he had assured himself. They hadn’t left the room except to eat the rest of the day.
The drowsiness fled his brain at Kane’s abrupt announcement. “I’m on my way,” he said quietly as he moved from the bed. “How close are they?”
“Too fucking close. I have men securing the outside of the house. You and Callan take care of the inside. There are still too many holes we haven’t managed to plug yet. I’ll keep you updated.”
“Fuck,” Taber cursed as he jerked his jeans from the floor and rushed for the weapons he kept in the large walk-in closet in the bathroom. Roni was only steps behind him.
“This is turning into a bad habit,” she muttered as she pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a loose T-shirt he threw her. Merinus was going to run out of clothes soon if she didn’t manage to get her own.
“Stay in the room. Dawn will be up here in a minute to stay with you,” he ordered her softly. “Keep the curtains closed and stay away from the balcony doors. You’ll be safe here. I don’t want to chance moving you through the house right now. Dawn knows what she’s doing, baby. Just scream if you need me.”
He handed her the pistol he had taken from her the night before and extra clips before jerking the automatic rifle from the gun rack mounted on the wall.
“I shoot first and scream later. Remember?” She pulled her sneakers on and laced them quickly before following him into the room.
He moved carefully, his body tense, poised for action. Roni didn’t speak, just followed his lead as he moved through the bedroom, paused at the door that led to the sitting room and stared into it intently.
“You’ll be safe here.” He turned, his lips pressing into hers for a hard quick kiss before he moved for the door. “Lock the door behind me and don’t let anyone in, Roni. No one but me. Do you understand?” She gazed up at him intently. “I understand. No one but you.”
“Good girl.” His voice was seductively approving. She frowned at her own reaction to it. “Lock the door now.”
He opened it slowly, moving with a smooth, graceful slide of his body that drove home the fact that he had lived his entire life enmeshed in danger. He was so used to it that he unconsciously moved with care, no matter where he was or what he was doing.
He slipped through the door, then held it open as the small, silent figure of his sister entered the room.
Glancing at her one last time, Taber closed the panel gently behind him. Roni turned the lock quickly, then slid the steel deadbolt into place. They locked their bedrooms here tighter than some people did their homes. She laid her head against the thick panel of wood and fought her tears at the thought.
She couldn’t hear anything or anyone outside the door. She knew the heavy carpeting would have muffled most things, but she also knew the number of men who slept in the house just for safety’s sake.
The Breeds weren’t taking any chances with their leader’s wife and the mother of the Pride’s first child.
All precautions were taken to protect Merinus and Roni from any threat.
“He’ll be fine.” Dawn Daniel’s voice was a soft, gentle sound, almost purring as she spoke behind Roni.
Roni drew in a deep breath, pushing herself away from the door as she turned to face the other woman.
Taber had told her that Dawn was a Cougar Breed, her DNA mixed with that of the reclusive, graceful mountain cats. She looked like she should have been from a tabby cat, though.
She was slender, almost fragile. Several inches shorter than Roni, and despite the fact she was at least several years older than Roni, she looked like a teenager. A very young teenager, until you saw the automatic rifle slung across her shoulder that she carried like an extension of herself, or looked into her haunted eyes.
Dawn shifted uncomfortably as Roni gazed at her through the dim light that barely filtered from the other room. Shoulder length, thick, tawny brown hair barely brushed the other girl’s shoulders as it framed a small, heart-shaped face.
“Thank you for staying with me,” Roni said softly, moving to the couch, trying to still the nervous shaking of her hands. She laid the gun on the cushion beside her as she curled up in the corner, watching the other woman.
Dawn followed suit, though she took the chair opposite her, propping the rifle against her knee as she watched Roni with shy curiosity.