Breathe [Running to Love 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (12 page)

He wanted to fuck her again. He needed to, but it wasn’t yet time. He parted her buttocks by feel and squirted lube against her rosebud, carefully inserting the little nozzle of the gel just inside. Rowan tensed but relaxed when he pressed a kiss on her abdomen.

“I’m going to play awhile here, honey,” he said, “and you’re going to accept it, are we clear?”

Rowan quivered, and he knew she was responding to the dominance, the lack of choice, and that she trusted him. He lubed his fingers and slipped one past the muscle of her anal opening, never pausing, until he had it in past the first knuckle. Rowan moaned and tried to push him out, so Jace rotated his finger and ran another through her slit, taking advantage of the distraction to push his finger deeper into her ass.

“Relax, honey, just feel.” He could see her face tighten under the black fabric covering her eyes as she tried to obey him, and his alpha rejoiced. She was the whole damn package. He carefully added another finger. His hands were large and two digits were as much as Rowan would be able to take tonight, but he had to start preparing her, because he was going to have her virgin ass in the near future. She was thrashing her head on the pillow now, and Jace hastened to grab the vibrator one handed, fumbling to switch it onto the medium speed before sliding it up into her pussy. Rowan shrieked, there was no other word for it, and Jace hooked it to find her G-spot. She would be feeling really full now, unable to process which orifice was feeling the most sensation. Jace leaned in and sucked her clit, and his woman screamed again for him. Jace pulled out the vibe and his fingers simultaneously, grabbing the wipes as he did so and then surged up over her to shove inside against the vestiges of her orgasm. He let the clenching of her sheath pull his cum from his anxious cock within a few strokes, the base of his spine hot and pinching. He shuddered with the sensation and bit down on her shoulder just at the bottom of her neck, knowing he marked her and reveling in the claiming. His intense feelings for her made it hard for him to breathe.

Rowan’s face under the blindfold was wet with tears from her passion, and Jace found the energy to pull out and release her binds, then cuddled her to him, rocking her. He pushed the fabric from over her eyes, and she blinked at him like a little saw-whet owl, quite solemn and thoughtful. Then she smiled and stretched, yawned. Her tongue curled back and Jace had a momentary twinge, a need to have that little tongue used to greater effect, but it would have to wait. His cock was sated, acquiescent, much like his heart.

“Love you, honey,” he whispered.

“I know it, Jace. Love you back. Jace? What’s next?”

Jace groaned. He had created a monster. There was something to be said about being careful for what one wished for, but she was
his
monster, and he was going to spend the rest of his days making his creation happy. And remembering to breathe.

Alistair stared at the game on the big screen and wondered at the state of his existence, oblivious to the shouts and jeers around him. Once he got out of the military, the club had been his venture, and his only interest, and it had done well, flourished even. He had surrounded himself with like-minded individuals and could forget that he felt freaking well alone, that he
was
alone for all intents and purposes. He had thought that the club would meet all his needs, sexual and social, and it had done so, for the most part. Done so, that is, until Ashley brought the reason for his self-imposed isolation, his self-denial, right smack back into his life. And now he was faced with the biggest decision he would ever have to make. Alistair groaned inwardly and maintained his poker face. The game was nearly over and the door was going to open and he had run out of time.

THE END

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Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada, with her husband of many years, and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks, too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.

Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied—when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the dark side of romance.

Profile: I write whenever the mood strikes me, sometimes in the middle of the night when I am awake and simply thinking about life. I hear others talk about their lives and relationships and am inspired to recreate some of their passions and dreams within my characters.

I can write for hours at a time, quite lost as the story unfolds, or haul out the little book I always carry with me to jot thoughts and ideas down as they occur, whether in the local grocery store or while out walking with my dogs. I sometimes have two or three stories on the go at the same time, not that they all come to fruition.

The BDSM lifestyle intrigues me, and as I continue to do my research, it becomes ever clearer that the players and the levels of involvement are as varied as any other interests people may have. I claim poetic licence and may offend the purists! There is always a flavour of the dominant male in everything I write, but the women ultimately are appreciated and cherished and have the ultimate power in the relationship despite the fact that their love can sometimes be quite blind.

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