New Species 02 Slade (12 page)

She deserved more than a quick coupling on the ground.

He may be part animal but she wasn’t. Human females

expected certain things from males. A soft bed, a

romantic setting and maybe candles. He’d be damned

before he allowed his instincts and desire to drive him to

do something else he’d regret.

He needed to stay in control until they were safe.

Once they returned to Homeland, he’d seduce Trisha in a

bed, inside a home, in a secure location where danger

didn’t lurk. He’d take his time, strip her slowly, and

explore every inch of her until her need grew as strong as

his. Then he’d make love to her. Gently, do his best to

pretend he could be more human than he actually was,

for her sake.

He sniffed the air, the smell of smoke nearly making

him sneeze, and slowly withdrew from the area. He’d left

Trisha longer than he’d intended to. He’d had to make

certain he had his desire under control before he touched

her again. Otherwise all his good intentions would be

forgotten.

He’d been an ass when her body had curled against

his. Restraint wasn’t his strongest asset but he’d try for

her. She deserved a male who could respect her human

needs. Those being a bed to have sex in and to have it at

the appropriate time.

They’d have to leave before the sun rose. Trisha

being in danger wasn’t acceptable to him. Justice would

have teams searching for them by now. The humans may

have to wait until the sun rose to mount a rescue mission

but New Species were already tracking them. He knew

that as well as he knew the tempting feminine scent he

followed right back to Trisha.

He spotted her huddled form on the ground, a snarl

rose in his throat that he had to force down to muffle, not

enjoying how cold she appeared. He’d left her for too

long. Was there anything he could do right when it came

to her? It seemed not. His stride quickened in his need to

warm her and make certain she survived the night.

Calm down, he ordered his body. Act natural so you

don’t frighten her.

Something rustled, sounding similar to crunching

leaves being shifted. Trisha tensed but didn’t move as

she listened. She only heard the wind in the trees above

her. Her fear spiked when she saw something move close

to her. It was big, man-sized, and drawing near.

“We’re good,” Slade announced softly as he settled

down next to her.

She wanted to cry over him coming back to her, that

grateful that he’d returned safely, and hadn’t abandoned

her. She swallowed a sob. She blinked hard at the tears

that swam in her eyes. Slade stretched out onto his back

next to her, just inches away, and he took a deep breath.

“Curl into me,” he demanded. “It’s cold.”

Trisha didn’t speak, too afraid something in her

voice would give away the fact that she was so

emotional. She just lay next to him, listening to his

breathing.

“Fine. Don’t.” He had an annoyed tone in his voice.

“Night.”

Minutes had to have passed when she heard his

breathing change, slowing, and guessed he probably

slept. She waited a few more minutes to be sure before

she inched forward, closing the distance. His hands were

looped together behind his head to form a pillow. She

pressed her body against his side, facing him. Her head

rested down on his thickly muscled arm.

He was very warm. She shivered, burrowing tighter

against him until her body pressed against his firmly.

She put her hand on his stomach. Suddenly the body

against hers tensed. Trisha froze, her heart pounded. His

breathing had changed.

“Cold, Doc?”

She hesitated. “I’m freezing.”

He sighed. “See what I mean about how annoying

you are?” He pulled down one of his arms and his hand

closed over Trisha’s hand on his stomach. Then he

pushed it lower. Her palm ended up covering a mound.

“Feel that?”

Trisha tried to yank her hand away from his pants

but his over hers prevented her from doing that. He

pushed her palm tighter against him.

“Want to keep warm, Doc?”

She clenched her teeth. “Want to let go of my hand?”

“Rub me.”

“Fuck you.”

He chuckled. “I’d let you, sweet thing. There are a

few problems with that. First off, you are loud. I can’t

have you screaming out while I’m fucking you since

we’re being hunted. You’d let them know where we are.

Second problem is that if you want to lie against me and

stay warm while you sleep, I want to sleep too. I can’t

while you could take my pulse by how hard you make

me.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“There’s that option.” He laughed. “I don’t think that

would feel good, Doc. I’d rather hear you scream in

pleasure than in pain. But that still means there would be

screaming. You’d give away our location.”

His meaning sank in. Her mouth opened. “You…

you… ”

“Not a back door kind of gal, huh? Good thing we

found something we agree on. I’m not into that either.

I’ve been assured by humans it’s tighter but I’m a pussy

man. Now, either rub me or move away.”

“Release my hand.”

He didn’t. He moved it against him. “See? That’s not

bad, is it? I would say that’s not hard but it really is,

Doc.”

Fury slammed into Trisha. “Fine. Do you want me to

take care of your problem, Slade?”

He hesitated. “If you hurt me, Doc, well, I wouldn’t

advise it. I’d hurt you back.” His hand over hers eased

up and lifted away.

Trisha cupped her hand firmly over the outline of his

thick, hard cock, trapped inside his pants. It felt

impressive in length and girth. She moved, sitting up,

and reached blindly for the front of his pants. His body

stiffened next to her.

“What are you doing, Doc?”

“You want touched, right? Well, I’m going to, Slade. I

have to open your pants to do that.”

“Allow me,” he rasped softly. The amusement

seemed gone from his voice now.

Trisha lifted her hands. Slade moved and she heard a

zipper. She could barely make out his shape. He lifted

his hips and shoved his pants down to mid-thigh. Trisha

couldn’t make out much but she knew when Slade freed

his cock from his pants.

She stared, trying to see. She could barely make out

anything but it appeared he had nothing to be ashamed

of, that was for sure. There was no missing that shadowy

shape standing erect and proud. He was long and thick,

just the way he’d felt. She hesitated, the idea of that

inside her a little scary if they ever did have sex. He was

bigger than anyone she’d ever been with. Her past

number of lovers wasn’t impressive, just a few, but none

of them compared to him.

“Doc? We should get some sleep before we need to

be moving on.” His voice was a soft growl. “I’ll zip up. I

shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. I am being a bastard.

I was half asleep and just a tad too tired.”

Trisha’s hands shook slightly as she moved forward.

One of her hands curled around Slade’s cock before he

could cover it. She heard him suck in air. He was hard all

right and hot. His skin was velvety soft wrapped over

steel-hard thickness. She let her fingers and palm explore

him. Slade’s breathing increased.

“That feels so good,” he groaned.

Trisha’s anger seeped away. He turned her on. She

hated it but he did. She enjoyed touching him. She bit her

lip and curled her other hand at the base of Slade’s cock.

He shifted his legs, trying to open them wider for her to

explore him. He softly cursed when his pants bunched at

his thighs and wouldn’t allow it.

“That’s good, Doc.”

“Trisha,” she ordered softly. “Call me by my name or

I stop.” She gripped his shaft more firmly, moving her

hand against the crown of his cock to trace the rim.

“Trisha,” he groaned. “That feels so good.”

“I wish I had lotion.”

“Me too, Doc.”

She tore her hands from him. “My name is Trisha.

Use it.”

Slade sat up. “Want me to use your name?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Fine.” He moved away, shoved his pants and

underwear down his long legs to his ankles, and lunged

for her.

Trisha gasped when he grabbed her. He yanked her

up to her knees as he got to his. His hands left her arms

and he grabbed her hips and lifted her, turning her away

from him.

“What are you doing?” Excitement and a little fear

merged but she wasn’t protesting.

“Put your legs between mine,” he growled in a

rough tone, spreading his bare thighs apart to make

room for her.

Trisha twisted her head. “Why?”

“Do it,” he rasped. “Now, Trisha.”

Her heart started to pound. She had an idea what he

would do. He was on his knees and he’d turned her until

her back was to him. She shifted and fit both of her legs

between his, which were spread apart. Her feet tangled

with his pants at his ankles but she lifted them to hook

over the material. One of his hands left her hip and his

other hand slid to the front of her body. She tensed, her

breathing increased, as he unfastened her pants. His

chest pressed against her back as he lowered his head

until his breath fanned her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you, Trisha.” He growled when he

stated it. “I’m going to sink so deep into your pussy that

you will want to scream out my name but you can’t. Do

you think you can keep quiet?” He shoved her pants

down. Her panties were pushed down to her lower

thighs next and all the material bunched together.

Trisha’s breathing was shaky. She wanted Slade.

“Yes.”

He made another growling noise. One of his hands

slid up her shirt and pushed her bra cup up. His hand

gripped her bare breast and gently squeezed.

“Bend over for me, Trisha. I’m going to fuck you the

way I’ve wanted to since I saw you. I’m going to drive so

deep into that wet little sheath of yours until you don’t

know where I end and you begin. I bet you’re going to be

so tight that you fist around my dick and I have to fight

to move inside you.”

She put her hands on the ground. She’d never in a

million years have thought she’d have sex with a man in

the middle of the night in the woods on her hands and

knees. Then again, she never thought she’d want anyone

as much as she wanted Slade. Her body screamed for

him to enter her pussy and she knew he wouldn’t be

disappointed with how he imagined she’d feel wrapped

around his cock. He was so big it had to be a tight fit.

His hand cupped her between her thighs firmly,

massaging her clit first and spreading the wet heat of her

desire. She moaned as his fingers explored her from her

clit to her anus. He pushed a finger slowly inside her

pussy, the sensation amazing as his thick digit pushed in

deep, and Trisha arched her back as pleasure tore

through her.

“So wet, Trisha. So fucking tight too. I knew you

would be.” He growled softly while he withdrew his

finger and traced the seam of her pussy lips, before

moving it away.

“Slade?” She feared he’d change his mind, stop, and

her body ached.

“I can’t wait, need to be inside you too bad to stretch

you more with my finger. I’m sorry but I’ve got to fuck

you right now or I’m going to die.” He pressed the crown

of his cock right at the entrance of her vaginal opening.

His hand left her breast and he gripped her hips with

both hands. “Quiet, sweet thing. Be real still. I’m going to

be easy with you. You’re so tight I’m afraid I’ll hurt you

and I don’t want that.”

Trisha bit her lip as Slade pressed the thick tip of his

cock against her pussy. She almost panted, aching so

much it hurt. His cock entered her slowly when he slid

into her an inch, then pushed in more. His shaft was

wide and her body stretched to accommodate him.

Trisha wanted more and pushed back against him. He

gripped her hips, moved his body to match her

movements but he didn’t allow her to take him inside

her farther.

“Slade,” she begged.

“Don’t move,” he demanded. His hand left her hip

and he gripped her around her chest. He pulled her up