Lover Mine (Blood Brothers 1) (6 page)

The panic attack was not going to back off,
though and Chayle found her world narrowing down to the ability to
try to just breathe. Struggling to get out of Kayne's grasp was
next to impossible as her panic almost consumed her. Breathing
became impossible, as reality slammed into her . . . she was
dependent upon strangers, in a location she had no idea how she got
to and no idea how to escape. As it all came crashing down on her
in waves her chest began to ache and her breathing became more
labored, her body hyperventilating.

Kayne suddenly realized that Chayle was
struggling to breathe and if she did not calm down she could do
more harm to her bruised and battered ribs. She could not take much
more abuse and he was not going to allow her to accidently hurt
herself so he did the only thing he knew to stop it and gain her
undivided attention.

He kissed her.

Time seemed to stop. Her lips did not soften
at once, but he refused to relinquish his grasp on her sharp little
chin once he had her quiet and breathing normally. His tongue
continued to quest for entrance into her mouth.

When she did not open, he growled.

He was watching her eyes so he saw her
beautiful orbs widen at the noise. Her gasp allowed his tongue to
plunder her lips, seeking the warmth within as if it were the
life-giving force of Mother Nature. His tongue stroked the sides of
her mouth, sliding over her tongue and gently pulling the taste
over his own, savoring and drowning in her flavor.

Gently, he eased his hold on her chin,
continuing the kiss, holding her to him in the only way he knew
how, showing her that she was safe, she could trust him.

It was almost his undoing.

"Oh God, make it go away!" she groaned,
surprising him.

"What baby? What do you want?" Kayne
whispered against her mouth, refusing to let go, licking those lips
as he continued to watch her eyes.

So expressive, so telling. She may fight him
on every conscious level but Kayne could look into her eyes and
tell what Chayle was really thinking, and right now he had no plans
of letting go.

"Make the nightmares go away, Kayne. Make
them stop!" she begged, hating herself but unable to halt the plea.
She clung to him, wrapping herself around him as the sob bubbled
from her soul.

"Only time will help with those, little one.
But we can replace some of them with new ones that you will want to
keep," he whispered. He licked her lips again, constantly watching
her expressive face, ready to stop at the slightest indication from
her.

Kayne proceeded to lick her chin, down her
neck to the pulse at her throat. There he gently sucked at the
pulsing vein, evidence of the need throbbing in her veins. One hand
slowly moved up her rib cage to rest under her generous breasts,
waiting to ensure she did not panic.

Kayne was taken back when Chayle pulled his
hand to her breast, allowing his thumb to gently strum across the
raised pebble of her right breast. He groaned, feeling the small
bud under his touch.

"You aren't ready for this, baby girl!" he
whispered, licking Chayle's neck. Her taste was so unique and he
continued to lick, tasting her essence, feeling it sink into his
soul like no other drug he had known existed.

"Don't stop . . . please don't stop!" she
just managed to say before dragging his head down toward her
breast. "Make the monsters go away!"

Kayne gently laid her back on his huge bed
where he began a slow, deliberate exploration of the most
delectable body he had ever held in his arms. Slowly, he pulled the
tank top over her head, watching Chayle's eyes the entire time to
ensure she was fully aware who was in the room with her. He wanted
no ghosts now.

Those dark eyes dripped with tentative but
weary need, and Kayne leaned down to pay attention to those
beautiful breasts that were still marred by bruises and faint cuts.
If he could kill the bastards all over again the torture would have
been worse than what they had done to this small brave woman laying
beneath him. Pulling a hard rosy nipple into his mouth, Kayne
continued to watch her eyes and knew the instant the ghosts
vanished and passion replaced them.

Chayle was floating . . . lost in a sea of
feelings that had nothing to do with nightmares or the pain that
had awakened her. Rough hands gently held her but did not restrain,
plucking at nipples straining for more and taking only what was
offered. Warm pulls sent shards of need snaking down the muscles of
her stomach to clench her womb when common sense tried to intrude,
telling her to push this stranger away. Yet her body responded to
the gentle pulls as if she had known him all her life, as if he had
always been . . . there!

God . . . she could not stand this empty
feeling. She needed to replace the clawing at her insides, replace
the terror like a living, breathing thing to drive her mad, forcing
her to feel alive. She needed a reminder that she was alive, not
the nightmares that continued to haunt her, the taunts and snickers
from the monsters that had held her.

All she could do now was feel, hands that
teased yet were gentle. Lips and teeth that created so much heat
her skin felt like flames were licking along the surface yet his
hands hadn't left her nipples, those lips hadn't stopped tugging
and suckling. A wail escaped as he tugged once more just enough to
border on pleasure/pain and Chayle felt herself begin to
unravel.

""Not yet, sweetheart," he cooed. "I'm not
done with you yet."

Callous hands skimmed over her stomach, past
quivering muscles to the waistband of her thin cotton sleep pants
and Chayle forgot to breathe as a warm tongue followed those hands,
stopping along the way to distract her as he delved into the
indention of her navel. The diamond stud she had previously worn in
her belly button before her abduction was now gone, but the area
was still sensitive and tender. Kayne's warm tongue was a gentle
balm as he first circled it then softly pushed the tip of his
tongue into the center several times.

Chayle never felt the cotton pants as they
skimmed down her long legs, all senses fixated on that tongue as it
lapped and worshipped the indention at her belly button. When she
felt Kayne begin to move down her body, she was lost.

Strong hands gripped trim hips, not bruising
but in a grip to hold her as he settled between her thighs as if it
was an almost natural place for him to be, and then he stopped.

"Look at me, Chayle." She had not realized
her eyes were closed until Kayne's command penetrated her tortured
thoughts. When she finally forced them open it was to see him lying
between her thighs, his face above her naked mound, dark blue eyes
blazing with lust and something more she could not identify.

"See me," he demanded. "Just me, Chayle. No
ghosts, no monsters are here! Just you and me . . . here -
now!"

Kayne waited, determined that she
acknowledge who was in her bed and what was happening now. He
wanted no doubts but more than anything, he did not want shame to
be a part of their first time together.

"Please . . . " she whispered, unable to
finish.

"Say it, Chayle. Tell me what you want. I
will stop right now if this isn't it, so help me God."

"You would stop?" she screeched.

His grin was beautiful if not pained. "It
would kill me, my beauty, but yes . . . I would walk away from you
if that is what you asked me to do."

He waited, giving her the choice because
Kayne knew the only way this strong woman would be able to fight
her demons was on her own terms. He knew the instant she had made
up her mind.

A slow, slumberous look came into those
chocolate colored eyes turning them almost honey gold and his heart
melted. He could smell her arousal before but now it rose from her
like ambrosia calling him home.

"I need you, Kayne," she whispered. "All of
you . . . now! To take away the nightmares. Replace them with
something beautiful! I won't break but I will go mad if I can't
stop the nightmares!"

He did not wait for more of an answer, could
not if his life had depended on it. Watching her face, holding her
gaze, Kayne blew across her swollen clit and flicked his tongue
across with a gentle swipe.

With the small puff of his breath, she tried
to come off the bed but his hold on her hips was gentle and firm,
keeping her in place, allowing him to plunder and lick to his
heart's content. He used his long fingers to open her drenched
folds and lave sweet cream up and over that little nub sucking it
deep into his mouth. A high-pitched scream echoed through the room
as Chayle road the first of many waves Kayne intended to give her
before he was finished.

Over and over he pushed her, first with his
tongue and then long fingers, stretching gently to ensure bruised
and tortured tissue did not protest too much. When he continued to
be too gentle she pushed him, begging and cursing him for not being
fast enough. One final push and he watched the beauty of Chayle
shatter above him.

Finally, Kayne knew he could not hold
himself in check any longer. As Chayle rode the last peak of her
orgasm, he rose above her to pull those long legs over the top of
his thick thighs and toward him. Pre-cum already seeped enough to
lubricate the condom as he rolled it down the massive shaft, making
him groan, wishing for the first time that he could take her bare.
Kayne had not taken a woman bare since his first time and now was
not a time to start.

Pushing those thoughts away, he eased into
her tight channel and groaned, feeling her muscles spasm from her
last orgasm and all thoughts of slow and gentle vanished. He
plunged into her, seating himself halfway and growled, feeling her
heat, her tightness.

He forced himself to hold still, not wanting
to hurt her, reminding himself of the tortures and abuse she had
suffered, stilling the animal inside of himself. He fought it,
waiting, allowing Chayle to adjust and praying she could handle
this, knowing many females never would after an ordeal like what
his woman had endured. Because Kayne finally knew she was his
woman, that uncanny feeling that he had finally come
HOME!

"Don't stop!" she whispered, begging, nails
digging into thick biceps and pulling him close. She starred up,
watching the battle raging in dark blue eyes and was struck all
over again by how she could ever think this man was anything like
the monsters who had taken her.

"Mine!" he growled low in his throat,
pulling back almost all the way out and glancing up to find
Chayle's startled eyes staring at him. "Mine!" he rumbled low
again.

Kayne began a rapid onslaught of thrusts
that completely left both of them mindless. He focused on her face,
their eyes held by an invisible force that not only connected them
by body but also by souls. Every movement, every muscle, every
heartbeat each felt as if they were breathing together, each
knowing exactly when he reached that peak and she rose to meet him.
He refused to let her reach it alone and each time he pushed into
her mind, showing her how much he needed her, how deeply they were
connected. He shared the pleasure flowing between them, the ebb and
flow of it, the uniqueness and rightness of it.

The feedback loop was pleasure and pain
tenfold, tearing Chayle apart and rebuilding her on an emotional
and cellular level that was beyond anything she could have ever
expected. When she finally crested the last time, it was to the
feeling of Kayne being with her, inside her mind, a part of her
soul. It was so overwhelming she completely lost it. A high pitch
scream echoed across the ceiling as her entire body clamped down on
Kayne's shaft, pulling every drop of semen from his body that he
could possibly produce.

The connection was Kayne's undoing. He felt
her struggling to hold it back, whispered for her to let go, and
finally felt Chayle accept what it was he was showing her. The two
of them soared, the melding of souls so intense that a blinding
light took him down and out for several heartbeats, melting with
her. When he finally opened his eyes, it was to see Chayle
unconscious and cradled in his arms, the covers over both of their
naked bodies and the room nearly dark.

"Rafe . . ."
he reached out, hoping
it was his brother and not one of the servants or other men who had
come into the room while he could not protect his mate.

"Be at ease, brother mine. I was down the
hall and sensed your bonding."
His brother's silent chuckle
rankled Kayne's nerves and he was not exactly sure why.
'You are
possessive of your mate, fool. That's why."

"I've never felt this way before. We've
shared women before this so why is this different?,"
he
scowled, trying not to feel bad that his twin was on the outside of
this coupling.

"It is normal, brother. She is worth the
effort, so not to worry. We knew the time would come when we would
each go our separate ways with our mates."
Rafe's calm words
made sense but it still hurt to know his twin would now be
alone.

"Yes . . . she is worth the effort!"
Kayne gently brushed back the damp hair from Chayle's brow, and
marveled at how strong and determined this woman in his arms could
be, how much she had done to survive.

"Rest with your woman, brother. We can
talk tomorrow."
His twin's gentle push at his mind to rest
usually perturbed him, but this time he could not really get angry.
Yes, he would need his rest if he planned to keep up with this
woman of his. He had to protect her from those still out there.

Cradling her close, he spooned his large
body protectively around Chayle's and felt her automatically
snuggle close, her firm butt nestled against his groin. With a
groan he expected not to sleep with all that warm female snuggled
so close. However, the warmth and contentment washed over him, and
Kayne drifted into a dreamless sleep with his mate tucked close
against his chest. It was the first time in a long time that he
slept without the nightmares.