“Kiowa…” The low drawn-out wail as more of the relaxing fluid shot into her had his head falling back on his neck, his grip on her hips tightening.
The very fact that she was accepting, allowing the penetration was proof of her trust, the intimacy growing between them. Amanda was as prickly as a porcupine protecting its lair; she would never give such liberties without complete trust.
“You will not endanger yourself again. ” He pushed deeper, the head of his erection popping inside the stretched muscles now as she flexed around him, causing yet another hard surge of the hormonal fluid inside her tight ass. “Never, Amanda. ”
“I swear,” she cried hoarsely. “Oh God, Kiowa, I can’t bear it. ”
He pulled back, easing from her immediately, only to have her scream in denial and push back, lodging him deeper inside her.
“What do you want, Amanda?” he demanded fiercely. “Tell me what you want. ”
“You…” She was gasping for breath, shuddering each time his cock pulsed inside her. “I want you. ”
“Not good enough,” he snapped. “Tell me what you want, Amanda. Tell me now or I’ll stop. ”
“No!” She pressed closer, moving back against him, pushing him deeper inside her as she screamed out at the sensations.
“Tell me!” His hand landed on her ass demandingly.
“Fuck me,” she snarled, her voice slurred, enraptured. “Damn you, fuck my ass, Kiowa. Fuck me. ”
Two hard blistering jets of the pre-come surged from his cock a second later. Kiowa pushed deeper, gritting his teeth, holding her tight as she writhed beneath him until every tortured, engorged inch of his dick was buried inside her.
She was crying now, her muscles flexing and rippling around him, fighting to accommodate the flesh filling her.
“Mine!” He couldn’t stop the growl that barreled from his throat as he came over her, his lips se
arching for the tender wound he had left on her neck as he felt his release building in his balls. She was too tight, too hot around him, and despite the thick lubrication his cock had spurted inside her and his normally steely self-control, he knew he wouldn’t last but seconds. She was closer. He could smell it. Feel her pussy rippling through the walls of her ass and knew when he knotted the delicate portal he was lodged in, her orgasm might well destroy them both.
“Yes!” Her uninhibited scream shocked him, renewed him. “God yes, Kiowa. Yours. Yours. Now fuck me, damn you. ”
She tightened on him again, her anus flexing, rippling until he had no choice. He was moving inside her, long thrusts that he fought to keep gentle, to keep from hurting her, but her cries urged him on, drove him insane.
His hands were tight on her hips as she followed each stroke, the sound of smacking flesh and wet sex filling the air until he knew he couldn’t bear it any longer. He prayed Dash had known what the hell he was talking about, because Kiowa couldn’t have pulled from her now if both their lives depended on it. He thrust hard and deep, feeling it happen, the tightness halfway up his cock, the sudden swelling as his balls tightened and his cock hardened further. It was exquisite, the most pleasure he could have known in his life.
The first hard rush of semen came as he felt her inner walls stretching, allowing the knot to press into her pussy as it stretched the anal wall, to throb hard and deep inside her, pushing her over an edge unfamiliar to her if her screams were any indication. Throttled, weak sounds interspersed with his name, her vows, her sweet voice swearing she would never run again.
His. Always his.
His teeth bit into her, even though he had sworn to deny himself that pleasure. This time, there was no blood, only sweet, giving female flesh beneath his laving tongue and her soft voice urging him on.
He filled her with his semen, jerking above her, feeling the hard pulse of her release as well, and knowing at that moment, if she ever left him, if he ever lost her, he would be only half a man. His soul would wither to dust and life would, for the first time, become an event not worthy of his notice.
Chapter Twenty-One
“What is that?” Amanda stared at the article hanging above the bed drowsily. It looked like a spider’s web, spun within a circle of branches. Small gems were threaded into the web, and above, where it hung from the ceiling, several small pouches were attached to the string.
“It’s a dream catcher. ” Kiowa lay on his side, snuggled close to her, one arm beneath her head, the other thrown over her stomach as she rested against his chest.
“I’ve heard of those. ” She frowned.
Kiowa grunted. “My mother was half Kiowa Indian. She wove it before she sent me away with my grandfather. It’s supposed to bring good dreams. To catch visions and hold them in place while allowing nightmares to escape and trouble you no longer. ”
She tilted her head curiously.
“Most of the Breeds resemble Native Americans, why is that?”
He sighed at her question, shifting onto his back to stare up at the dream catcher.