There went the audience. Elizabeth stilled the tremble of trepidation that shuddered over her body.
Mike rose slowly to his feet, clearing his throat. “I’ll just be in the kitchen, breathing in clear air. It’s getting too damned hot in here to suit me anyway.” He was grinning as he passed them.
As the door closed, Dash turned back to her slowly.
“I’ll fuck you,” he told her softly, without a doubt in his voice that it would happen. “If I train you, I’ll do more than just teach you how to shoot or how to fight, Elizabeth. I won’t be able to stop it.”
She licked her lips nervously. “You would have anyway. We both know that.” It was something she had accepted as she lay in his arms the night before. There was no hiding from it. He could have had her then. Could have taken her there in his bedroom and she wouldn’t have stopped him.
He shook his head warningly. “It’s different, Elizabeth. Protecting you and fighting beside you are two different things. If you’re tough enough to go for blood, then you’re tough enough for everything I am. Every part of me. Are you willing to accept that?”
She frowned then. “What? You fuck different from other men?” She finally snapped. “What more could you do?”
He moved around her. He stalked, actually, watching her closely.
“I bet Dane fucked you missionary. Lights out. A shuffle in the dark, a grunt or two and then it was over.” The disgust for the other man, dead though he was, was clearly apparent.
Elizabeth flushed. It was much too close to the truth.
“So?” She shrugged. “What will you do? Leave the lights on?”
He was behind her, his head leaning close to hers, his lips at her ear.
“Have you ever been mounted?” he asked her roughly, heatedly. “Taken to your knees because the lust was so hot, so powerful, it couldn’t be denied? Your clothes ripped from your body and taken so deeply, so hard, you couldn’t do anything but scream out your orgasm?”
Elizabeth’s eyes widened, her heart suddenly racing in her chest. She shook her head slowly as she tried to speak. “No,” she finally gasped.
He wasn’t touching her, but her breasts were swelling, her nipples hardening almost painfully as her pussy wept its thick juices in need.
His hand moved over the curve of her rear, ignoring her flinch of surprise. “What about here?” He actually growled. The sound rasped down her spine, but rather than fear, it brought an edge of excitement she couldn’t deny.
His hunger pulsed in the air around her. It was deep, consuming, making her womb clench in response.
“What?” She was confused now. Consumed by the image of him mounting her, taking her.
“Have you been fucked up that tight ass, Elizabeth?” he asked as her eyes widened in shocked surprise. “Do you know every time I watch you walk, watch that pretty rear flex, all I can think about is sinking my cock inside it?”
As if it were possible! He was trying to scare her. Trying to make her back down, she was certain. She wasn’t about to.
“Stop.” She jumped away from him, turning back to him furiously. “Why are you trying to scare me off like this? I have the right to do this, Dash.”
The look in his eyes was almost frightening. Dash didn’t have blood on his mind; he had hot, explicit sex filling his head instead.
“You don’t understand.” He shook his head slowly, a feral smile tipping his lips. “You keep forgetting. I’m not just a soldier, baby. I’m a Breed. And trust me when I tell you you’ll never fuck another man like me. You’ll never be taken again in the ways I’ll take you. I can protect you, and in doing so, rein in some of the harder aspects of my lust, for a while. But if I have to train you, teach you to fight beside me, then you’ll take me. Every way. You’ll have all I am, Elizabeth, not just the man you want me to be. Now make your choice. And know that once you make it, there’s no turning back. No whining, no pouting, no false denials. You will accept it.”
Her mouth was dry, but other parts of her body were too damned wet for comfort.
“Will you rape me?” she asked him suspiciously. No man would take her except on her terms. Dane hadn’t and Dash sure as hell wouldn’t.
He tilted his head, cool confidence washing over his expression.
“I won’t have to.”
“No means no,” she told him tightly. “Will you abide by that?”
He nodded instantly. “Of course.” Then he smiled that smile that made her more than nervous. “You can’t say no after the fact, though. Agreed?”
She looked at him sardonically. “Agreed. But that confidence could find you on your ass, buddy.”