nothing but hold on for dear life, her legs wrapped around Talen’s solid hips. A painfully sharp desire washed through her again. The wide girth of him filled her to the point of pain, his mouth hot on her neck. She had no control over the pace, no control over her own body as the next orgasm slammed as suddenly as the first. She bit into the hard flesh of his chest as she rode out the waves. She wouldn’t have missed this for the world.
Talen growled when her teeth penetrated his flesh. When the waves stopped tearing through her, he reared up and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, pumping his hips the entire time. His thrusts increased in speed and strength and her last image of his strong face burned into her memory—the sharp angles set into brutal lines of desire, his thick, dark hair wild around his shoulders.
She groaned as he pushed her shoulders to the bed, onehand moving up to tangle in her hair, the other clenching her hip as he rode her. Burying her face in the soft quilt, she sobbed his name. A stirring started deep within. It spiraled out into a sensation that stole any breath she might have kept. It strengthened to a pinpoint sharpness. She teetered on a fine edge, fighting against falling over, fighting against the unknown, when, with a fierce twist of his hips, he forced her over. She gave a sharp, keening cry as her pleasure spiraled higher and hotter until her world exploded. She could only open her mouth in a silent scream. Intense waves of ecstasy rippled through her.
She came down with a whimper, her eyes shut tight, her body slowing relaxing. He continued to pump in and out. His roar filled her head when a nearly painful release tore through him, echoing throughout her own body, her empathic shields in tatters.
He remained full and hard inside her. A strong hand gripped her shoulder to guide her limp body upright while his other hand burned like hot coal on the front of her hipbone. He held her before him on her knees, her back to his damp chest. He clasped long fingers through her hair, pulled her head to the side, exposed her neck and growled, “Mine.”
With a quick strike, he bit.
Chapter 8
T he large screen fizzled from deep black to static grey in front of Dage’s eyes. Sometimes the reception in his underground headquarters left something to be desired, though the pure oxygen that flowed through the well-lit caverns and reinforcements to the granite walls ensured not even a quake from Mother Earth herself would harm the inhabitants here. Several meters under the surface, where heat-seeking missiles or scopes would never penetrate, he let the pure scent of earth and rock ground him.
His shoulders had been in a relaxed state since Talen’s check-in the previous night—he and his new mate were safe. Dage figured it’d taken his brother less than an hour yesterday to reclaim and protect the woman. Pride filled the king.
Dage focused, and the picture cleared to reveal furious activity surrounding the nearest Kurjus camp.
“Sir.” Chalton, his computer expert, looked over his shoulder. “They want to talk.”
Dage straightened in his chair and punched a series of buttons on the control panel to his left. A large image immediately filled the screen.
“Kayrs.” The figure moved closer to the screen and coal black eyes hardened. “It has been awhile.”
“Not long enough.” Dage acknowledged the current Kurjan ruler with a bored nod. “Sorry to hear of Lance’s death.”He studied the iron ore and taconite making up the blank rock wall behind Lorcan. The headquarters could be anywhere from Russia to Brazil. Though his money was still on Minnesota, and when his intuition whispered, Dage listened.
“Yes, well.” Lorcan had pulled his bloodred hair back from his pale face, showcasing the blackness of his eyes. “Accidents do happen.” He shrugged and gestured with a slash of sharpened nails. “I was named Ruler last week. Things are about to change,
Talen growled when her teeth penetrated his flesh. When the waves stopped tearing through her, he reared up and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, pumping his hips the entire time. His thrusts increased in speed and strength and her last image of his strong face burned into her memory—the sharp angles set into brutal lines of desire, his thick, dark hair wild around his shoulders.
She groaned as he pushed her shoulders to the bed, onehand moving up to tangle in her hair, the other clenching her hip as he rode her. Burying her face in the soft quilt, she sobbed his name. A stirring started deep within. It spiraled out into a sensation that stole any breath she might have kept. It strengthened to a pinpoint sharpness. She teetered on a fine edge, fighting against falling over, fighting against the unknown, when, with a fierce twist of his hips, he forced her over. She gave a sharp, keening cry as her pleasure spiraled higher and hotter until her world exploded. She could only open her mouth in a silent scream. Intense waves of ecstasy rippled through her.
She came down with a whimper, her eyes shut tight, her body slowing relaxing. He continued to pump in and out. His roar filled her head when a nearly painful release tore through him, echoing throughout her own body, her empathic shields in tatters.
He remained full and hard inside her. A strong hand gripped her shoulder to guide her limp body upright while his other hand burned like hot coal on the front of her hipbone. He held her before him on her knees, her back to his damp chest. He clasped long fingers through her hair, pulled her head to the side, exposed her neck and growled, “Mine.”
With a quick strike, he bit.
Chapter 8
T he large screen fizzled from deep black to static grey in front of Dage’s eyes. Sometimes the reception in his underground headquarters left something to be desired, though the pure oxygen that flowed through the well-lit caverns and reinforcements to the granite walls ensured not even a quake from Mother Earth herself would harm the inhabitants here. Several meters under the surface, where heat-seeking missiles or scopes would never penetrate, he let the pure scent of earth and rock ground him.
His shoulders had been in a relaxed state since Talen’s check-in the previous night—he and his new mate were safe. Dage figured it’d taken his brother less than an hour yesterday to reclaim and protect the woman. Pride filled the king.
Dage focused, and the picture cleared to reveal furious activity surrounding the nearest Kurjus camp.
“Sir.” Chalton, his computer expert, looked over his shoulder. “They want to talk.”
Dage straightened in his chair and punched a series of buttons on the control panel to his left. A large image immediately filled the screen.
“Kayrs.” The figure moved closer to the screen and coal black eyes hardened. “It has been awhile.”
“Not long enough.” Dage acknowledged the current Kurjan ruler with a bored nod. “Sorry to hear of Lance’s death.”He studied the iron ore and taconite making up the blank rock wall behind Lorcan. The headquarters could be anywhere from Russia to Brazil. Though his money was still on Minnesota, and when his intuition whispered, Dage listened.
“Yes, well.” Lorcan had pulled his bloodred hair back from his pale face, showcasing the blackness of his eyes. “Accidents do happen.” He shrugged and gestured with a slash of sharpened nails. “I was named Ruler last week. Things are about to change,
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