Kiss of Heat (13 page)

His tongue was cool, soothing against hers as the caress began to rub against the swollen glands, allowing the hormone contained there its freedom. Sherra had thought it would be enough, that the small relief would give her a chance to regain her control. It was the opposite of that. Everything inside her clenched and flamed in yearning. She needed more. She needed him sucking the hormone from her, drawing it into himself. The powerful demands of nature were more than she could deny.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her hands spearing into his hair as she fought for dominance in at least this one thing. Her tongue battled and twined as mewling whimpers escaped her throat until he allowed her to slide her tongue past his waiting lips.

The first draw of his mouth on the swollen extension had her body bowing tight. Sensation tore through her, a pleasure so overwhelming it knotted her womb with a convulsive shudder of agonized hunger. Her breasts were so sensitive that each stroke of his fingers over her nipples caused a helpless scream to echo past her lips, so desperate for the stroke of his cock up her pussy that she was pushing at her pants, fighting to free herself of them so he could plunge inside her.

Their tongues twined within his mouth as his lips sucked at the spicy fluid that came from the mating glands. It soothed the sensitivity, the heat that seemed to fill her own tongue, but only increased the heat throughout her body.

She was mindless, so greedy, so hungry for him now that nothing mattered except the hard thrust she knew was coming.

“Not yet.” The growl that tore from his throat as he pulled back from her lips was rough, guttural. “First…what I’ve dreamed of, Sherra.”

He ripped the top from her a second before he moved to her pants. He got them to her ankles before he realized he was going to have to unlace her boots and remove them first.

“Fuck it,” he snarled.

Placing his hands at her knees, he raised them, then spread her wide as he lowered his mouth to the swollen, wet curves of her aching cunt.

His tongue circled her clit with a ring of exquisite fire as he hummed in appreciation.

“You’re so damned wet I could drown in you,” he growled before licking again.

It was a firm, destructive caress that went around and around her engorged clit, the sensations making her hips writhe as he stoked the fire in her pussy higher, hotter.

“Kane, I can’t stand it,” she panted, her hands clenching into the cushions of the couch as she fought to keep her sanity. “Please, don’t torture me like this.”

A rough laugh vibrated against her wet flesh. “Torture you?” he asked gutturally. “Sherra, baby, you don’t understand, if I don’t taste you I’m going to go out of my mind. All I can think of is the taste of your kiss, your hot little pussy. How you screamed for me, how you came in my mouth. Come for me, baby, fill the hunger and then I’ll fulfill yours.”

She screamed his name as his tongue swiped through the bare slit of her cunt, a slow, appreciative lick as he hummed in pleasure.

“Fuck. Addictive,” he groaned. “I’ve never forgotten, Sherra, your sweet taste, your heat. I’ll die needing you…”

Sherra’s head thrashed against the couch as she cried out in rising demand. Her body was stretched, taut, every cell tightening with the rapid arcs of pleasure whipping through her.

She fought to get closer, to grind her aching flesh into his mouth. The near urgency, the need for release, the clenching, brutal spasms of need flexing her womb were killing her. Her clit was a swollen knot of burning need, her vagina an ever-tightening cauldron of lust.

“Kane. God. I can’t stand it…” Her legs were trapped by her own clothing, her knees held wide by his hands as he devoured the thick syrup of her response, drawing it into his mouth, licking and groaning against her, delving into the blistering depths of her pussy for more.

“Kane, please.” She nearly screamed his name. She couldn’t bear the pitiless convulsions in her womb any longer. Her body was in demand and only one thing would or could ease it. “Please. Please, Kane. Fuck me. I’m begging you…”

He groaned helplessly, his tongue plunging deep and hard inside her vagina, fucking her into a mindless frenzied urgency. She had never known anything so hot, or a hunger so deep.

His tongue stoked the fires hotter, eating at her, lapping at her, until tremors of sensation shook her body remorselessly.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned as he dragged his head from her pulsing cunt. “I’m starved for you, Sherra.”

He rose to his knees, his cock heavy and engorged as he reached for her, forcing her to turn as she gasped in surprise. He pulled at the ties of one boot, removed it and then slid her pants leg off as he moved between her thighs.

There were few preliminaries. The need was too explosive, she had forced them to wait too long and Kane was hungry. His cock plunged inside her, forcing its way past fist-tight muscles, stretching her with brutal strokes as his back arched, his hips working furiously as he fought to hold back the building climax.

Sherra couldn’t restrain her scream of pleasure or her own writhing hips. She worked her cunt on the thick cock pistoning in and out of her vagina. Her legs clasped his hips, her back arched, and within minutes she dissolved. Hard, wracking, the shudders of orgasm tightened her body to near breaking point as pleasure ripped through her. Not just pleasure…ecstasy, rapture, a blinding sensitivity she would have never believed possible if she hadn’t experienced it herself. It was almost never ending, contraction after contraction tightening around his thrusting erection until it trapped him deep inside her, milking every drop of thick creamy seed trapped inside his balls.

His hands were hard on her hips, his male cries harsh and pulled roughly from the depths of his chest as his body shook above her for long seconds. Finally, blissfully, the violent tremors of rapturous pleasure eased, releasing him to clasp against her, his mouth at her neck as he fought for breath. And he was still hard.

Sherra blinked back tears of weary knowledge. The Breed males were exceptionally powerful, built for endurance, allowing them to hold up beneath the intense eroticism of the mating heat. How would Kane endure it?

“I’m going to fuck you until neither of us can move,” he whispered at her neck as he began to thrust inside her again. “Until there’s nothing left of you or me, Sherra. Only us. Only the knowledge that you’ll never…” a hard thrust lifted her to him with a weak cry of growing hunger, “ever…” deeper, harder, “fucking refuse me again…”

Chapter Fourteen

Kane helped her dress and carried her to his room hours later. Sherra was limp, exhausted in his arms and his cock was still hard, raging with the need to bury inside her again. As he undressed her and tucked her in the bed he sat down heavily in the chair beside it after undressing himself and just stared at her.

She was sleeping deeply—so deeply that the move had barely disturbed her. Dark shadows lay under her eyes, a testament to the sleepless nights she had spent over the weeks. Nights spent pacing her room or roaming the mountain. Just as he had spent his nights.

He leaned his head wearily against the back of the chair and closed his eyes. His erection throbbed like a damned toothache. He couldn’t get enough of her. Couldn’t spill his seed inside her fast enough or hard enough for satisfaction.

He smiled slowly. It would kill him, but damn if she wasn’t worth it. She was tight and hot, fitting him perfectly, gripping his cock like a silken glove and making him work to fit the entire length inside her. No matter how slick and wet she got she was fist-tight around his bursting erection.

Not that he was overly large, but he wasn’t lacking either.

He watched her, his heart heavy now, his emotions as jumbled together as his desires were.

God alone knew how much he loved her. Loved her until his heart had ripped from his chest when he thought she was dead. He hadn’t wanted to live, hadn’t wanted to go on, it had hurt so badly to be without her. Every cell of his body had mourned her for eight long, empty years.

The night she had stepped from the shadows in Sandy Hook he had breathed for the first time since losing her. His heart had begun beating again, blood refreshing his body, reminding him he was indeed alive after that long emotional hibernation he had gone into. Suddenly, nothing else had mattered but touching her, holding her. Being a part of her. And she had hated him. He had seen it in her eyes, a pain that darkened the soul, a fury he could never extinguish alone.

He grimaced at the reasons behind it. Surging to his feet he pulled a pair of loose jogging pants on, wincing as his cock tented the fabric away from his body.

Pacing to the balcony doors he stared into the darkness silently.

She had lost their child, been raped, had suffered through a reaction to the drugs the scientists had given her with such violence it had nearly killed her. And even after the escape her torment hadn’t been over. She had endured years of building arousal so intense the physical pain was destructive. She had suffered in ways he could never imagine, and sometimes he wondered if it would ever end.

Kane crossed his arms over his chest as he sighed wearily. He had forced her into accepting the mating heat. Had taken her kiss, knowing she would have no choice after the hormone was shared between them. Was he any better than the guards who had raped her in those labs?

“Kane.” He turned quickly to her voice.

She lay watching him, her green eyes darkening as she glimpsed his aroused body.

“You’re hurting,” she said softly, moving to pull the blankets back from her naked body.

“No.” He was there before she could finish the move. “You should sleep, baby. You’re exhausted.”

She frowned in confusion. “You’re aroused, Kane.”

“I’ve been aroused for the last eight years.” He grinned wryly. “A few more hours won’t hurt me.”

Her gaze flickered with emotion before it was quickly shielded by the thick, white- blonde lashes he so loved.

“What if it doesn’t go away for you?” she asked him. “How can you bear it, Kane?”

Shaking his head he moved beside her, propping his shoulders against the headboard as he pulled her against his chest. She resisted for a second before sprawling over him as he wanted. Almost boneless, like the lazy little cat she should be, he thought with a grin. It wouldn’t bother him if she was draped across him twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

“Sherra, I’ve been like this since before our first kiss. I have a lot of time to make up for. It will be quite a while before we’ve slaked the hunger that’s built up over the years,” he told her with a thread of amusement. “Don’t you worry about me. Worry about you for now. I don’t want you hurting anymore. I can’t stand to see the arousal and the need shadowing your eyes when there’s nothing I want more than to ease it however I can.”

He kissed the top of her head, male pride filling his chest at the tangled condition of her hair. His fingers had messed it up, had torn it from the neat braid she normally kept it in. Her body was sexily boneless, warm and satiny against his flesh. His balls tightened with the need to make her scream his name again.

She was silent for long moments, thinking. That worried him. Sherra never failed to piss him off when she started thinking. The woman’s mind was like a steel trap, sharp and always effective as hell. But she was a female and he’d be damned if he could make sense of a female’s mind at the best of times. Maybe fucking her wasn’t a bad idea. At least then she would stop thinking.

“I thought you left me,” she finally said, her voice low, thick with emotion. “For so long, I thought you had just left. At first, it hurt, but I had the baby…” Her voice broke as his arms tightened around her.

Everything in Kane shattered again at the pain in her voice. He buried his head in her hair and fought the emotion ripping through him.

“I could have survived with our baby, Kane,” she whispered. “I dreamed of a little boy that looked like you, that laughed like you.” He could hear the regret, soul-deep, the dreams she had buried so far inside her. “I died in those labs, Kane. You can’t resurrect something that no longer has life.”

Kane shook his head, a whisper of a smile crossing his lips. Yep, female logic sucked, he thought, not for the first time. And this woman’s was sure to drive him insane.

“Sherra, baby, I’m sure as hell you believe every word that just came out of your mouth,” he finally said gently. “But that’s the biggest crock of bull I ever heard in my life.”

She stiffened and would have risen from his chest if he hadn’t held her still.

“Stay right the hell where you are before I fill your mouth with my dick, so I don’t have to listen to such nonsense,” he warned her. “Dead, my ass. If you were dead, Sherra, you wouldn’t ache. You wouldn’t hurt. You wouldn’t give a damn how hot and horny I got or whether or not that sizzling hormone you put out would hurt me. You would fuck the hell out of me, get off and be done with it.”

He could feel the anger building in her. Better the anger than that damned certainty that there was no love left within her. He wouldn’t accept that. He wouldn’t let her accept that.

“You’re such an asshole, Kane.” She jerked back from him, her eyes glittering fury. “Do you have to think you’re always right? You haven’t survived these years with me…”

“I would have,” he snarled back at her, amazed at how quickly his lust was beginning to build now. “I wasn’t with you by your choice, Sherra. You decided not to let me know. You decided to let me believe you were dead. You decided, baby, so don’t even attempt to discredit me because I wasn’t with you.”

“Oh yeah, I should have just called. ‘Oh, hi, Kane baby, I lived through the fire but I miscarried our baby. Would you please come fuck me again even though I believe you lied and left me to begin with?’” she snapped sarcastically. “Not hardly, stud.”

Stud. His cock jerked. He’d show her
stud
.

“That would have worked for me,” he told her irritably, watching her carefully.

Her face was flushed, her eyes glittering dangerously. But he could see her arousal building, the perspiration that dampened her forehead, the state of her hard, baby pink nipples. His mouth watered to cover them, suck them, hear her scream as she begged for his cock.