Soul Deep (Breeds #5)

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She loved how he said her name.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as she felt his cock press deeper. Then she felt it spurt, just as it had in her mouth. She moaned at the delicious burn that filled her. Then her eyes widened as he pressed deeper, another spurt filling her, making her shake with the combination of sensations. She could feel her pussy relaxing, yet the arousal was building.

Oh God, he was starting to fill her. She writhed beneath him as he leaned back, his eyes going to where their bodies were slowly connecting. He held her hips elevated, his hands lifting her to him as he forged in further. Another hard spurt, a burning insidious pleasure that had her screaming his name. Could she bear it? He was stretching her, pushing apart muscle and tissue that had never known another’s touch but her own. She could feel her pussy protesting, tightening to grip the wide head as it began to forge inside her.

“Fuck. You’re tight.” His voice was a rough, almost inhuman growl. “Relax, baby. Relax for me, just a little bit.”

She tightened further and his eyes narrowed on her.

“I’ll make you scream,” he warned her then. “It could hurt more than you’re counting on, sweetheart.”

She milked him, rippling the overstretched flesh that encased only a portion of the crest. His hands tightened, his thighs bunched beneath hers and then she felt the breath slamming from her body as he drove the head, only the head, inside her. He was working it there then. Short little strokes that caressed her burning cunt and had her shaking beneath him.

“More.” She could barely breathe, let alone talk.

All she could do was feel. The burning pressure, the agonizing ache for more.

“Fuck.” He stopped then, shuddering. “Dammit it, Manda. Goddammit, you’re a fucking virgin.” He sounded tortured.

She tightened on him, staring up at him imploringly.

“More.”

He threw his head back, obviously fighting for control.

“Kiowa. Fuck me,” she cried, her voice ragged now. “I can’t stand it. Fill me, Kiowa…”

She screamed until she was certain her voice would break. He came over her, holding her in place a second before he thrust inside her, hard and heavy. Her juices were thick, slick, aiding the penetration as he split through the unused channel, burying inside her to the hilt in one sure thrust. She bucked in his arms, her nails digging into his shoulders as his lips moved at her neck, curses and whispered apologies caressing her ear as he began to move. Lightning was blazing through her body, hard, explosive streaks of fire burning her, driving her higher as the pleasure and the pain combined, making her convulse in his arms as she fought for orgasm.

There was no control left for either of them. He was fucking into her, hard deep lunges that had her crying out his name as she felt each hard thrust stretching her, caressing her. He shafted her with quick long strokes that stole her breath and had her senses rioting and drove her closer and closer to the brink. Where she needed to be.

“Kiowa…” She was screaming his name again as she felt it building in her. A conflagration in the center of her womb, tightening, building…

When it burst through her, only madness reigned. She felt herself stretching, stretching, hot pulses of fire erupting in her pussy as sharp teeth locked on her shoulder, piercing the flesh. Her eyes opened wide, staring sightlessly upward as she felt the swelling in the cock now locked deep inside her, spurting pulse after pulse of semen deep inside her womb. She wasn’t stupid. What she was feeling was much too similar to the joking references to the Wolf Breeds. They were created from wolf DNA. “Do their cocks knot?” one teacher had asked with an exaggerated shiver of delight.

Knotted. She shuddered again before realization slammed into her, shockingly cold as her eyes met his. She shuddered in his grip, the fear, the hunger, the insane desire for more rising within her, locking her mind into one thought alone.

“Animal…” The thought wrenched through her body, spilled from her lips as shock rocked her very foundations. The pleasure was twisting, ripping through her, taking her breath, her will, her mind. Regret twisted his expression and seared her soul as his head lowered, his teeth grazing her neck an instant before he bit into her…

Chapter Nine

“Amanda?” Kiowa moved from her slowly, easing his cock from the fist-tight confines of her pussy, a grimace of pleasure twisting his face as her flesh continued to suck at him until he popped free. She was crying. God help him, what had happened? He hadn’t heard of anything this unusual, the animal side of their natures revealing itself in this manner. His hand was trembling as he smoothed the long fall of her hair back from her neck, guilt staining his soul at the mark that now marred the flesh between her shoulder and her neck.

He had bitten her. Ruthlessly, without conscience, he had sunk the curved canines into her flesh and held her still as the engorged knot that locked him inside her held his cock at the mouth of her womb, spurting his semen deep and hard inside the tight channel.

She curled on her side, dragging the blanket with her as her breath hitched tearfully.

“I’m okay.” It was obvious she was trying to be brave, trying to fight past the shock and the fear that he could smell emanating from her. She was confused, thrown into something that even he couldn’t make enough sense of to help her.

She had been a virgin, untouched, so sensual and naturally erotic she had stolen his breath with each touch, each caress she had begged for so sweetly. And he had done this to her, locked inside her like the animal that howled just beneath the surface.

“That’s never happened.” He swiped his fingers through his hair as he knelt beside her, frowning at the shudders that racked her body. “Amanda. That’s never happened to me before.”

“Yes, well. It hasn’t happened to me either,” she responded tearfully. “God, just go away. I need to think. I need to…” A sob caught in her throat, the smell of her tears sinking into his heart. He drew in a hard, deep breath.

“I know you’re scared.” He fought to keep from touching her, to keep from taking her again. “We’ll fix this. Somehow.”

“How?” She turned back to him again, her eyes blazing, shimmering with tears. “What the hell is wrong with me? This isn’t me and it isn’t my body. What did you do to me?”

He could hear the rage gathering in her voice now, and he could smell the hunger. His mouth went dry at the scent of female lust, as his tongue tightened, impossibly feeling as though it were swelling within his mouth once again. It had done that before, as his mouth covered hers to keep her from screaming. And it had then dipped into her mouth the taste… The taste had been indescribable.

“I don’t know. But whatever it was, it was mutual, Amanda.” He wanted to snarl the words in defense, but managed to keep his voice soft, his tone calm.

“Was it?” She moved slowly, sitting up, pulling her legs in close to her body as she stared back at him furiously. “Doesn’t any of this seem the least bit odd to you? This isn’t natural.”

“So you said before.” He pushed back the anger at that single word, “animal”.

“Did they drug me?” She shook her head in confusion. “The guy who grabbed me hit me, I know that. Did they drug me?”

She was searching desperately for an excuse. One he couldn’t give her.

“There were no drugs.” He searched the corner of the Jeep for his jeans. “I checked first thing. Whatever happened was natural.”

“This isn’t natural,” she cried out. “I don’t act like that. Not with strangers, with…”

“Animals?” He held back the sneer, barely.

“With anyone,” she snapped back before shaking her head, the smell of her fear growing stronger.

“Take me home. You have to take me back home. Call my father. Now! He’ll come after me.”

“No!” Possessive rage nearly overwhelmed him before he managed to push it back along with the pain of her rejection. “We’re taking you somewhere safe…”

“No! Take me home!”

“No.” The growl that vibrated in his voice shocked her to silence as her eyes widened, her lips parting on a gasp. “Not now. Not yet. Not by God until I can get the smell of your hunger from my head.”

He didn’t understand the rage, the determination to keep her that suddenly welled within him, but he knew if he didn’t get away from her, he was going to take her. Over and over again, the smell of her fear mixing with her lust until it drove him insane.

Jerking the door beside him open, he jumped from the Jeep, his jeans forgotten, the chill of the late October air barely noticeable for the heat climbing in his body. A heat he feared he would never be free of. Just as he would never be free of the animal Amanda saw within him.

“Shit’s hit the fan, amigo.” Simon spoke quietly into the cell phone as Kiowa plunged into the frigid depths of the lake they had parked beside.

Finding the little out-of-the-way place for nature to take its course had been a bitch. Dash sighed wearily.

“How far are you from Alpha site?”

“Good four and a half hours,” he muttered. “We were lucky to get this close. That girl was in sad shape for a while, my friend. Those little moans were killing me. God only knows what it did to him.”

There were few people aware of the exact nature of the mating processes in the Breeds. Callan had imposed a strict code of silence on the few Breeds who had mated so far, hoping to secure a safer environment in world opinion before it leaked out.

Simon was the only non-breed with such information. He had it only because he was a sneaky son of a bitch with a sharper mind than most people when it came to animals. Dash cursed low and viciously.

“Yeah, for all of me too.” Simon grimaced. “Our little pup is presently swimming in frigid waters and his sweet thang is huddled in nothing more than a blanket. What do we do?”

“Get them to Alpha Site,” Dash snapped. “We’re wasting time we fucking don’t have, Simon.”

“Hey, you’re jumping the wrong dude here, asshole,” Simon growled. “It’s not my dick tied in a knot with a woman hotter than the hounds of hell. Try telling him.”

“Try pulling out now,” he snapped. “You have escorts in position beginning one hour from your location. Move now, goddammit, no matter what.”

“Fuck.” Simon snapped the phone closed.

Major Sinclair was going to keep on; he was going to get his ass kicked.

“So?” Stephanie moved closer, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind as she laid her cheek against his back.

“So, we go,” he sighed. “Let’s hope they got enough, because we gotta trot, baby doll. My guess is, there are hounds baying at our heels and Dash knows it. He was amazingly reserved.” He grimaced at the Major’s curses. “We have escorts an hour from here, so my guess is Feline Cavalry is moving in as insurance.”

“Shit.” She pressed her head tighter against his back.

“Yep. That ‘bout sums it up,” he drawled. “Let’s get the kiddies moving and pray we’re ahead of the bad guys. I really ain’t lookin’ to tangle with government firepower here. That would be a bad thing.”

A very, very bad thing.

Stephanie moved to his side as Kiowa strode naked from the lake, breathing harshly, but the cold water had no effect on the erection straining from his body.

“Simon honey, that man is packed,” Steph remarked with no small amount of feminine interest. “But damned if I think I’d want a piece of it. He looks mean enough to bite.”

Simon snorted. Yep. And he was betting a lot of money Kiowa had bit. Very, very bad.

Chapter Ten