Elizabeth's Wolf

  as so aware of every sensitized nerve ending in her pussy that it was nearly torture as Dash withdrew his tongue and came quickly back to his knees.

  “God, I should move you to the bed,” he whispered as he stared down at her. “But you’re so damned hot, splayed out in that chair, ready for me, that I want to see you just like this as I fuck you past sanity.”

  Elizabeth was breathing hard, her gaze flickering to his straining erection, the purpled head violently aroused and gleaming with his pre-come. He lifted her knees, holding her as he spread her further.

  “Elizabeth,” he groaned. “Touch your breasts.”

  “What?” She shook her head.

  “Play with your nipples,” he told her roughly. “I want to watch you, see you pleasure yourself as I fuck you. Let me see you play with your pretty breasts. Please.”

  She was shocked. Even more so than she had been when he needed her to taste herself. She could feel the flush moving up her neck, her face, as she watched him. There was no denying him. No protesting his needs or her own need to please him.

  Elizabeth cupped the full mounds, her thumbs and forefingers gripping her nipples, pulling at them slowly.

  “Sweet God!” he groaned, his hips jerking, raking the tip of his cock against the swollen folds of her pussy. “Yeah. Just like that. Let me see you do that as I fuck you, Elizabeth. Let me watch.”

  She watched him, too. Her gaze lowered, her eyes widening at the sight of his bulging cock nestling inside the bare, pink folds of her flesh. She felt the soft spurt of his pre-come then, the lubrication that would relax her tense tissue and make her pussy burn that much brighter. She groaned at the warmth of it flowing into her, mixing with her own wetness and making her slicker, hotter.

  Dash flinched, as though the sensation were too pleasurable to endure. His eyes flickered to her face, then back to her hands at her breasts.

  “Yeah, pull at them,” he groaned as his cock pulsed again and she pinched her own nipples erotically. “They’re so pretty and red. Such hard little berries, Elizabeth. Do you have any idea how good they taste to me?”

  She moaned. His words alone had her on the edge of orgasm. She could feel her muscles relaxing around the hard, silk-covered steel wedge working inside her pussy, stretching her, throbbing with hot demand as he pressed into her. The intermittent spurts of his fluid were so sexually arousing she was gasping, the fire igniting in her cunt driving her to the edge of madness.

  “Are you ready for me yet, baby?” He eased the tense flesh from her cunt as she cried out in protest before easing back into her hungry vagina, spreading her tightly, heating her lusciously. “Are you ready to take me?”

  “Yes. Yes. Dash, please. Fuck me.” Elizabeth could feel her juices flowing from her cunt, coating his flesh as he began to sink farther inside her.

  A strangled moan echoed from her as she watched the plump lower lips spread around the hard flesh impaling her. It was erotic, lascivious, watching him enter her, working his cock back and forth, the flesh dripping from her flow of juice as he spread her deliciously. Another, harder pulse of pre-come had her arching, groaning in need.

  Inch by slow inch he invaded the tight channel, working his engorged cock back and forth, hard growls of hunger issuing from his throat as his cock continued to sporadically pulse its hot warmth into her pussy.

  Never in her life had she known anything so explicit, so erotic. She had never dreamed of being taken in such a manner. Of being possessed, impaled, as she watched the penetration into her hot pussy. It was killing her. Making her mad with the pleasure. She was certain she would never survive it, but knew she would surely die happy.

  “You like that, don’t you, baby?” he whispered as she convulsed, on the edge of orgasm, shuddering with the growing heat coiling in her belly. “Watching me take you. Watching your pussy flatten out around my cock.”

  No. She loved it. She was shaking with the pleasure, shuddering with her need to orgasm.

  “Yes,” she panted, never taking her eyes from the sight.

  He was flattening the curves, drawing her flesh tight around him, making her clit stand out in swollen demand.

  “Touch your clit.” His voice was hoarse, rough with hunger. “Play with your nipples with one hand and touch your clit with the other. Hurry, baby. Play with it while I push every hard inch of my cock up your tight pussy.”

  Elizabeth whimpered. One hand fell to her straining clit, her eyes never leaving the sight of roughly a third of his cock gleaming outside her vagina.

  “Beautiful.” He was straining to hold back. She could feel it in every hard throb of his cock inside her. “Now keep stroking your pretty clit. There you go, baby. Show me how you like it. Let me watch.”

  Her fingers were rubbing around the pulsing nubbin, her gaze mesmerized as he watched his cock draw back slightly. Then he was pushing back, spearing into her, filling the clenching depths of her pussy with every hard, blistering inch of his engorged cock.

  She was filled with him. She could feel her muscles straining around the thick flesh, at first protesting, then greedily milking at his erection. Inside, she felt another fierce blast of fluid and fought for the strength to scream at the pleasure. Her fingers paused on her clit until he groaned in protest, then began to stroke it faster, sliding in the thick moisture that dripped all along her pussy.

  “Elizabeth. Baby. Yes. Hell, you’re so fucking tight you’re killing me.” Perspiration gleamed along his body, small rivulets sliding from his shoulders.

  The pressure was building in her clit now. The stimulation of that little bunch of nerves, her fingers at her nipple, Dash’s hot gaze and his cock nudging at her cervix almost sent her over the edge. She would have exploded then. Could feel her body igniting, beginning to ripple. But he chose that moment to move, to slide back, to tempt her and tease her as he built the sensations inside her body.

  Slow, agonizing strokes had her mewling in protest as he seemed to relish each stroke of her pussy over his cock.

  “Dash. Please,” she moaned desperately.

  “Not yet.” He grimaced. “I want to watch you, baby. Watch you stretch so tight around me while you pleasure yourself. I want to make you come so hard you’ll never forget the feel of my cock inside you. Never forget how hot the hunger gets.”

  She would die. She knew she would. His erection was hot, throbbing. She could feel the threat of the knot pulsing in the center of his flesh, the deep, flexing ripple of need that echoed along her body.

  “Now,” she whispered, her fingers moving in firm, even strokes against her clit as she watched him fucking her.

  He was drawing out, the engorged flesh dripping with their combined juices before pushing back in a surging thrust of desperate hunger. He was watching her fingers on her moist flesh. She was watching him fuck her. It was so damned explicitly sexual she knew she would never forget the sight of it.

  “I’m going to come, Dash.” She was arching closer to him, driving him deeper inside her with each hard stroke he gave her. “I have to come. Please. Please, I need you. I need to feel you stretching me more. Locking inside me…” Her voice rose, roughened, as she remembered the feel of his seed blasting hard and deep inside her womb.

  She worked her pussy on the thick pole penetrating it. Deep, desperate lunges as he groaned, growled and picked up the pace of his fierce thrusts. He was fast and hard now, the sound of sucking flesh and desperate moans filling the room as Elizabeth felt her orgasm tightening in her body. Her clit was straining beneath her fingers, her cunt tightening on the flesh driving inside it.

  Elizabeth writhed against him in desperation. She thrust into the powerful strokes, her cries rising, becoming hard and hungry, ripping involuntarily from her throat as she felt the fragile threads of her control snap.

  “Fuck me,” she screamed, feeling her clit swell further, harden, the lightning-fast arcs of pleasure and searing heat ripping through it as he lunged inside her. “Oh God, Dash. Now. Now…??
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  She lost her breath, lost her sanity. Her clit exploded as her pussy began to ripple, spasming around the hard, immediate swelling in his cock. She felt the thick head nudging against her cervix, the knot inside her aligning the hard flesh until the opened eye was lodged against the entrance to her womb and the hard jets of his semen began to pulse inside her.

  Gurgled screams escaped her as she began to twist, to convulse, her hips jerking against him, driving him harder against her as another explosion tore through her body. She couldn’t stand it. She wouldn’t survive it.

  “Dash…” She screamed his name, crying, pleading as the pleasure consumed her. “Oh God. Dash. I can’t stand it, I can’t…” She arched in his arms as her body tightened to a near breaking point, hearing his agonized groan, the flexing of his muscles, his hard hands gripping her hips to hold her to him as his release tore through him.

  “Elizabeth. Baby. Baby.” His voice washed over her as his body collapsed against her, holding her still as he spilled every rich drop of semen into her convulsing womb.

  She had heard of it. Had heard Dane once discussing the phenomenon of the cervix capping over the spurting head of a cock, opening enough to suck the fertile seed inside it but she hadn’t thought it possible. Hadn’t believed it could actually happen. Until she felt it. And not for the first time. Distantly, hazily, she knew it had happened each time Dash had taken her. Each time he had swelled inside her.

  The hard, surging explosions repeated each time she felt the swelling throb, each time she felt his seed erupt from his cock. As though her mind had opened as deeply to him as her body had, she was aware of each contracting orgasm that shuddered through her body, and his moan of pleasure as it caused her pussy to milk the knot locking him inside her.

  His body was tense, tight, as he covered her. His lips were at her shoulder as she realized he was once again biting her, his teeth sinking into the same area of flesh he had marked before, his mouth drawing at it as the dull pain of the bite blended in with the agonizing pleasure echoing through her.

  It seemed to last forever, draining her, sapping any strength, any energy she could have possessed, just as it had before. All too soon, she felt his flesh begin to relax inside her, his teeth releasing her shoulder as he moaned with low, desperate satiation.

  “I love you, Elizabeth,” he whispered in her ear, faint, almost too low to hear. “I love you.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  He was in love with her. Elizabeth watched Dash the next morning as he moved through the brush ahead of her, showing her by his actions how to pass through the forest without a sound. It amazed her. As he moved by, he disturbed nothing. Not a leaf or a breath of air. Birds chirped in a steady symphony, squirrels continued to play and the sounds of the mountain remained steady, uninterrupted.

  When she moved to follow him, no matter how hard she tried, the forest around them stilled by several degrees and she felt as though the wildlife was laughing at her attempt to mimic Dash’s grace and ease of movement within the forest.

  He watched her with narrowed eyes for long minutes.

  “Stop. Watch.”

  He wasn’t big on words during the training phases he had set up. Since the night before and his whispered declaration, he had been even quieter than normal. She knew she had hurt him. Knew her silence had pricked at him.

  She watched him now as he had ordered. Watched each shift of his body, each ripple of muscle. He had discarded his shirt earlier and was now dressed only in the camouflage pants he wore in the wilderness. The dull, forested colors seemed to suit him, blending in with the raven’s black of his hair, the dark tanned tint of his flesh. He moved through the trees and underbrush with a confidence born of his savage DNA. He was natural, a part of the land and the battle for life that flowed through the mountain.

  “Your objective is to blend with the area around you as much as possible.” His voice was smooth, flowing, caressing over her like the soft breeze that rustled the trees. “If you know you can’t achieve the silence needed, then wait for the breeze. It ripples through the land, and any slight noise made then can be attributed to it. Your enemy is listening for the unusual, the out of place. He’s not searching for the sounds that are commonplace in his territory.”

  He waited for another breeze before slipping through a thick growth of fern and tall, blossoming bushes. She saw the leaves rub together, saw his legs as they parted the brush, but the sound of the wind whispering through the leaves overhead covered it.

  “There will be dogs on the estate,” he told her as he paused at the other side of the greenery. “Highly trained animals. We’ll go in downwind of them and time our penetration of the house with the guards’ rounds to keep them from catching our scent. But it means we’ll have to be fast. Fast and quiet aren’t always good companions. So you have to get this right.”

  She did love him. She watched him move through the thickest parts of the underbrush, teaching her what she needed to know to survive, to go after an enemy that would kill them if they were caught. He trusted her to cover his back, to fight alongside him. And despite her refusal to give him that final commitment, he hadn’t wavered in his determination to protect her and Cassie as best he could. And he knew she would have to fight, have to be a partner as well as a lover when knowledge of Cassie’s birth was revealed.

  “Remember, Elizabeth, the mission comes second place to making certain we survive it. We do nothing that stacks the odds against us, because we can always fight another day. And there are other ways to protect Cassie if we have to. This is the most efficient and the most logical at the moment. If it fails, we pull out. Do you understand me?” His voice had hardened as he turned back to her.

  She nodded slowly, watching him with careful intensity. His expression was somber, as he always was while training her.

  “Good.” He nodded, a bleak, dark look entering his eyes for just a second. “Any questions?”

  “Why do you love me?” The question seemed to surprise them both.

  He stared at her in amazement for all of five seconds before his brows snapped into a fierce frown.

  He grimaced then, shaking his head. “Hell, Elizabeth, why do you do that?”

  “What?”

  “Wait until I’m fucking distracted to ask something so idiotic. For a smart female, that was one of your dumber questions.”

  Her lips thinned at the insult as she crossed her arms over her breasts and watched him angrily.

  “I don’t consider it a stupid question,” she informed him heatedly. “Seriously, Dash. It’s not as though I have a lot of experience with men telling me they love me. Maybe I need a little clarification.”

  “Clarification of what?” he snapped, his eyes glittering dangerously. “Figure it out. When you do, let me know, because right now I’m more inclined to turn you over my knee and paddle your ass for asking me that question. Now get your ass over here and don’t make a sound doing it.”

  Her blood heated at the order. She more or less stomped over to him, stopping an inch from his body and staring up at him confrontationally.

  “You’re dead,” he snarled. “If this was Grange’s estate you would have just alerted every damned guard and dog on the place.”

  “Well it’s not Grange’s estate, and I asked a perfectly logical question,” she informed him furiously. Sometimes he reminded her that he was still a man, even if he was a Breed. And men were nothing if not harder than hell to get along with. “I deserve an answer.”

  “If you don’t know, then you don’t deserve jackshit,” he snapped.

  “Fine.” She was ready to kick his shins for being so damned stubborn. “Keep it to yourself, big boy, and I’ll keep just as quiet about why I love you. Better yet. I’ll be quiet period. I’m going back to the cabin.”

  She turned to do just that, but before she moved more than a step he had gripped her arm and jerked her around.

  “What did you just say?” he growled.

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bsp; “Not a damned thing.” She jerked her arm out of his grip. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m hot, I’m hungry and I’m mad. So you can kiss my ass. I’ve had it for the day.”

  He snagged the back of her pants, pulling her to a stop as he loomed over her dangerously. “You’re going to keep teasing me with that sweet ass, baby, I’m going to take it.”

  She tossed him an exasperated look. “You can stop with the threats. We both know there’s no way. Now, I’m hungry. Go away and hunt or something. You’re bothering me.”

  He released her, but she was more than aware he did so not because she was able to jerk away from him, but simply because he decided to do so.

  “You go right ahead and convince yourself of that, baby.” He smirked. “Go on to the cabin. If I don’t find my self-control, I’ll show you just how possible it really is. And we’ll discuss your lack of common sense in daring me later.”

  An unladylike snort was her only response as she hurried away from him. It would teach her to tell that hulking, arrogant piece of male flesh that she loved him. But she realized she was smiling as she trekked back to the small cabin. She was smiling and filled with a warmth she hadn’t believed possible. He had to really love her, she thought as she came off the mountain. Otherwise, he would have been pissed rather than just irritated.

  Then she stopped. For a moment, she wasn’t certain why, she came to an abrupt complete stop and slid behind the trunk of a centuries-old oak. Her heart was suddenly racing out of control, her skin prickling with a sense of danger, with an abrupt change in the air.

  There wasn’t a sound. The birds weren’t singing, and it felt as if the forest was held in a suspended state of waiting as the land watched whatever new game was playing out. She felt behind her, gripping the butt of the gun Dash insisted she carry. She pulled it free, checked the clip silently and flipped off the safety.

  Where was Dash? She turned, staring back from the direction she had come, but seeing nothing. Could he sense the change from above her?

  Don’t do anything stupid. The refrain began to repeat through her mind. Retreat if you have to. Fight another day. But where was Dash?

  She forced her heartbeat under control, breathing deeply as she calmed the heavy throb of her pulse in her ears and fought to listen closely to the sounds around her. A breeze, a rustle to her right.

  She shifted again, moving along the trunk of the tree to ensure she stayed hidden. Weapon ready, she crouched along the base of the tree, peering around it carefully. There. A swiftly moving shadow as though something or someone had slipped along the edge of that outcropping of boulders several feet from the tree she hid behind.

  Oh God. Had Grange found them? Had he somehow learned what they were doing? She turned, putting her back to the tree, watching the area around her with narrowed eyes as she considered her options. Whoever it was was more a danger to her than to Dash. But what if the irritation filling him had dulled his senses? He was upset with her. He might not be as careful as he should be.

  How many were there? Where were they?

  She breathed in deeply, nostrils flaring as she had watched Dash do, but nothing came to her. She couldn’t sense where they were hiding, had no idea how to get into position for a better view.

  “Hey lady, where’s Dash?” She flinched as the male voice echoed from the boulders she had spied seconds before.

  She stayed silent.

  “Come on. I know he’s up here. I just have to talk to him. Just let me know where he’s at and everything’s cool.”

  She was trembling. She could feel the breeze whispering over her chilled flesh as a sense of dread filled her.

  Stay silent when uncertain, Dash had told her the day before. If you’re hidden, you’re hidden. No matter how much they think they know where you are, there’s always a chance you managed to move. Your best defense is silence.

  She stayed silent. She didn’t shift or move, merely watched the land before her. She could see nothing from her side, couldn’t sense any movement behind her.

  “Lady, I’m getting pretty tired of sitting back here. I know you’re there. I can smell Dash all over your body. Now tell me where the hell he’s at.”

  Fear flashed through her. Oh God. How could he smell her? He had to be a Breed. Or lying. Lying, she decided. Callan and the Felines were the only Breeds aware of their location and they had Dash’s cell number. They wouldn’t be sneaking around the mountain.

  “Killing you would be so easy,” the voice snarled with controlled fury. “Stop being stupid and answer me.”

  “Killing you would be easier.” Dash. His voice seemed to echo around her as dizzy relief flooded her body. “Drop your weapon and move out where she can see you. Don’t fuck with me, either. This is my territory. You can’t win.” Silence filled the mountain for long moments. “Elizabeth, move around to your right carefully, keep that gun trained between his thighs until I get there. We don’t want to kill him if he gets stupid, just hurt him real bad.”

  Giddy pleasure washed over her as she moved carefully to do as she was ordered. As she rounded the tree, she almost dropped the gun in shock before she managed to direct it as Dash had ordered her.

  She blinked over at the stranger, watching as his pale eyes regarded her calmly, his hands held carefully away from his body.

  “You’re his woman.” His eyes were narrowed on her intently.

  She swallowed tightly, refusing to speak. His lips quirked in amusement.

  “He did good.” He nodded. “Better than I expected.”

  “Simon, you stupid son of a bitch.” Dash entered the small clearing, anger vibrating through every pore of his body. “Are you trying to get your ass killed?”

  He was obviously a soldier of some sort. He held himself with careful readiness, his lean, muscular body poised for action. He had short dark hair, pale blue eyes and the face of a fallen angel.

  “Trying to help you.” The other man shrugged. “I waited forever at that cabin and decided to come looking for you. Your woman sensed me, though. She’s good.”

  Dash glanced over at her and Elizabeth basked in the approval of his gaze.

  “Elizabeth, meet one of the men I fought with overseas. What the hell he’s doing here I have no clue.” He flashed the man a hard look as he lifted his arm and indicated to Elizabeth that she should come to him.

  “I told you what I was doing here,” he said with a slow, soft southern drawl. “I’m not alone. I have a unit waiting back at that cabin. We didn’t want to surprise you too bad.”

  Elizabeth felt Dash’s body tighten in surprise.

  “A unit?” He frowned. “What the hell for?”

  “Caught wind of what you were up to here.” He shrugged as he leaned down carefully and retrieved the weapon he had dropped. He holstered it immediately. “Taking that bastard won’t be easy, Dash. I’ve pulled my old team together and we’re here to help.”

  Despite the soft, pleasant drawl, Elizabeth glimpsed a stubbornness in the man Dash called Simon that warned her he wouldn’t back off easily.

  Dash was watching him, not suspiciously, but in confusion.

  “Why?” Dash shook his head. “This isn’t your fight, Simon. Or your units. And I sure as hell can’t afford your fee.”

  Simon’s full, sensual lips quirked mockingly. “Consider it a freebie,” he said softly. “Let’s head back to your cabin. I have Stephanie making coffee. Hope you don’t mind. And the others are waiting impatiently.”

  There was a long tense silence then.

  “Oh hell. You pulled the Ladies in,” Dash groaned as though pained. “Simon, dammit, those women are vicious.”

  “Best kind.” Simon nodded. “And they’ve been damned worried about your sorry ass since hearing about this fool’s mission you’re on. Don’t you know better, Dash? Grange will have an Army waiting on this pretty thing you’ve got. And if he gets her, y