She was going to come again. She could feel it racing it toward her, like a tidal wave preparing to swamp her.
“Tanner. Help me. ” Her hands clenched in his hair as it began to beat at her womb, convulsing it, tightening it. “Please, Tanner,” she tried to scream. “Help me. ”
He thrust harder inside her then, faster. Heat seared hidden nerve endings, pushing her closer as fingers of blistering sensation began to clench in her womb.
The orgasm ripped through her. Arching, tightening, she screamed his name, her hips writhing, pushing harder on the impaling flesh, fucking him back with mindless hunger. It tore through her senses and flung her through a velvet-dark landscape of such ecstasy she didn’t know if she could ever survive without it.
“God yes, sweetheart,” he was growling at her ear. “So tight. So hot. Fuck me back. Damn you, yes! Fuck me, Scheme. ”
They were moving. The cold wall became the cushions of the couch. Her lashes fluttered open as she felt her thighs being pushed back, her hips lifted and his cock spearing so deep inside her she screamed again from the pleasure.
It was too much. Too much for her body. Too much for her mind. His touch was like fire, the stroke of his cock inside her like pure energized sensation. Wicked, destructive, carnal, his expression was dark with it.
“It’s not over,” he grated, growled. “More. Come more for me. ”
She was dying from the pleasure. Her hands gripped his forearms as she shook her head, feeling perspiration running along her body, the burning heat inside her spiking to a point that she wondered if she would combust.
“Tanner…” It was building again; she could feel it, the need unlike anything her brain could process.
“All of you,” he snarled. “I’ll take all of you. ”
He came over her, pushing her legs around his back, pumping his cock hard and deep inside her as one hand moved around her rear, his fingers caressing, stroking, then finding an area so sensitive, so erotic, that when his fingers parted the little entrance and slid home, she lost her mind.
Her teeth locked on his shoulder, mindless guttural screams leaving her throat as his fingers pumped inside her ass, his cock pumped inside her vagina, and she was destroyed.
She thought there could be no greater pleasure. She thought she had reached the pinnacle. Until she felt his release.
His cock throbbed inside the tight muscles of her vagina, then seemed to swell, just beneath the thick crest, like a thumb reaching out, locking into an area inside her that had never been touched, just behind the convulsing muscle, stroking, pulsing and burning with destructive heat as she felt him begin to spurt inside her.
He was locked inside her. His teeth at her shoulder again bit into her even as her teeth locked on his flesh. Growls left his throat. One hand clenched on her hip as two fingers of the other stretched her rear, and Scheme knew she was lost.
Destroyed. The woman she had been buckled, and the wall between innocence and pain collapsed beneath the orgasm that swept not just her body, but her soul, as she realized in one blinding second that not only had the man’s body taken her, but the animal he was had just marked her forever.
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p; CHAPTER 21
Tanner sat on the couch, his head lowered, his hands clasped between his knees as he turned his head and stared at the bed.
Scheme had cried. She hadn’t sobbed. But as he laid her carefully in the bed, her slight body had shuddered as tears ran from beneath her closed lashes. And he couldn’t comfort her. She wouldn’t let him.
“Just leave,” she had whispered. “Please. Just leave. ”
He couldn’t leave. He had covered her with the quilt and retreated to the other side of the room instead, trying to make sense of what he sensed inside her.
There was no pain. Weariness. Resignation. But no true pain. And love. The scent of that emotion was unmistakable. He had smelled it between other mates, sometimes, even before the mating. It was a scent unlike anything else. Summer and heat, chocolate and liquor. It was pure emotion, addictive and soothing, yet Scheme wasn’t soothed. And neither was he.
The mating hadn’t been easy. Son of a bitch. He grimaced at the knowledge of what he had allowed to happen. The animal inside had gained its freedom in a way he had never expected. It had taken over, claimed him and his mate in a way Tanner couldn’t have anticipated. In a way he would have stopped if he had the control to do so.
He ran his fingers wearily through his hair, his head lifting before he pulled himself painfully to his feet.
The torn edges of his shirt draped over his chest as he turned to face Cabal, seeing the heavy knowledge in his brother’s face as he entered the room.
Tanner moved slowly, wearily, to the cabinet, where he pulled out the whiskey and two glasses and gestured to the tunnel. He moved ahead of Cabal, leading the way to another smaller cavern farther into the system of caves.
Lights flickered on as they entered the cave, revealing a secure communications room equipped with computers, camera monitors and surveillance equipment that linked to the hidden remote cameras scattered around the properties Callan owned.
Scheme had found this room days before. Tanner’s lips quirked at the knowledge of the time she had spent in there trying to get the equipment to work until she realized it was fingerprint, DNA, and pupil-scan protected.