Shifter’s Surrender (13 page)

A slight noise from her left had her spinning around, and then spinning again, the beam bouncing off the walls in an eerie play of shadows as the muffled sound echoed throughout the large cavern.

“Dean, where are you? Answer me or I’m leaving you!”

Nothing. After another minute of creepy silence Kaylie had had enough. She needed the others, and a wall at her back. She once again reeled in the slack of her lead rope as she made her way toward the passage. Once there she reached for the walkie-talkie and brought it to her lips. Just as she was about to press the talk button, another sound, almost a rumble came from her left.

She was so out of there!

As she turned to head back through the tunnel a large hand covered her mouth and another wrapped around her waist in an unbreakable hold.

“You’re mine now,” came a guttural whisper.

Terrified, Kaylie immediately fought back, digging her short nails into the hand over her mouth and using the walkie as a blunt instrument to knock whatever flesh she could reach. She heard a satisfying thunk as it connected, and then came a pained curse. “Christ! Hold still you little witch.”

She froze, her nostrils flaring as she drew air in through her nose. She knew that voice and that scent. And by the way her nipples were tightening into hard buds of excitement, she knew that hard body pressing into her back. Her mind might have not recognized Dean right away, but her body had.

“Mmff, nu massrd.” Muffled as her words were under his hand, Kaylie had a feeling Dean understood she’d just called him a bastard by his response.

He chuckled low, brushing his lips along the side of her neck. Goosebumps rose on her flesh and she stifled a moan. Pissed she might be, but she was also relieved he was okay, and if that hardness digging into her ass was any indication, very aroused. She muttered again and he removed his hand, only to lower it to cup a breast as if he owned it.

Sucking in a gasp at the possessive touch, she scowled over her shoulder, unable to see a damn thing in the dark as the helmet had fallen in the short scuffle, extinguishing the light. “What the hell were you doing?” She hissed.

“Stalking you,” he said, no remorse in his tone. “And since I caught you, I get to do whatever I want.”

“I don’t, ohh …” Her protest died as the arm around her waist dropped and he cupped her mound. He removed the hand from her breast just for the length of time it took to tunnel under all her clothes and reattach to bare flesh. When he strummed his thumb over her nipple, liquid heat flashed through her, soaking her panties.

He growled low and arched his hips into her ass. “You’re scent has been driving me crazy all morning.” His teeth nipped the rapid pulse at her neck.

“S-so,” she gasped, all anger and terror replaced by greedy arousal. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Mmm.” He angled his head and sucked her earlobe. Her thighs quivered in response. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

She let out a surprised squeak. “Here?”

“Anywhere I can get you. Put your hands on the wall and don’t move.” He ordered.

Part of her wanted to argue against his dominant attitude, but another part of her thrilled to his command. She slapped her hands on the wall with a bit more eagerness than she would have liked, but she was so aroused she couldn’t stop herself.

“Good girl.” Dean praised her. She felt his face against the top of her head and could only imagine that he was smelling her hair. A simple act that seemed so erotic, she closed her eyes and let out a little whimper.

He unbuttoned her jeans and slid one hand inside and under the waist band of her cotton thong, his movements sure as he made a beeline for her dripping folds.

A groan seemed to rip from his throat as he traced calloused fingers over the delicate seam. “I knew you’d be wet for me.” He rubbed his jeans covered erection over her ass. “What do you want, Kaylie?”

She moaned as his fingers slipped through her folds to caress sensitive flesh. What she wanted was their clothes gone. “You.”

He pinched a nipple gently and then rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. “And how do you want me?”

She flung her head back and rocked her hips into his nimble fingers. He was purposely teasing her, whispering over the clenching ring of muscles at her core, not once touching her throbbing clit. The hand at her breast flexed and he kneaded the flesh, now ignoring the pebbled nipple begging for his touch. The deliberate evasion of every erogenous zone was making her insane. She twisted in his arms, trying to get his hands were she needed them the most. “Inside me. Dean, please. I want you inside me.”

He made a low sound in his throat that, had she been in her right mind, might have given her pause. “I told you not to move, Kaylie. Now I’ll have to punish you.”

“You’re doing that already!” She wailed, her voice husky with desperation. Her belly tightened and blood pounded through her veins. Inner muscles clenched, trying to grasp something, anything to make the terrible ache go away. She was ready to beg, plead, promise him anything if he’d move a hair to the right and slide one long finger inside her.

Abruptly he withdrew his hand from her pants altogether and Kaylie nearly screamed with frustration. “No!”

He pulled her back a few steps and wedged a leg between hers, his hands at her hips. Somehow he unbuckled both the utility belt and fanny pack, dropping them on the cavern floor. His hands followed that action by gripping her jeans and panties, dragging them to her ankles in one fast motion. “Spread your legs as far as you can and bend over. Hands back on the wall.”

Crazy relief coursed through her. For a second she’d thought he was actually going to leave her, aching and wanting. Even so … “I can’t see the wall.”

Another chuckle, a little wicked this time. “Can’t you? I can.” His hands grasped her shoulders, then slithered down her arms to her gloved ones. He carefully adjusted her stance and placed her in a position he obviously liked, if his growl of approval, and kneading of her ass, was any indication. “Perfect.”

Knowing how much better he could see, that he could see damn near everything, open and vulnerable in this position as she was, was an erotic thrill. The fact she was, for all intents and purposes, blindfolded only added to the thrill.

His hands squeezed once, then moved down the outside of her thighs to her knees, and back up along her inner thighs. Another shot of fiery excitement rushed through her, making her pussy spasm in desire. Her arousal trickled down her thighs and she waited impatiently, although quietly, recalling his demand, for his penetration. And waited.

Suddenly his hands spread her cheeks and she almost let out a sigh of relief. Until he said, “I want to fuck this beautiful ass of yours.”

She’d never let a man do that before, had never wanted to. The idea that Dean might do something she wasn’t ready for caused a small kernel of fear to rise up and she clenched her anal muscles against the twin thumbs rubbing her juices over that virgin territory.

Before she could deny him, he murmured, “But I can see you’re not ready for that. Tell me, Kaylie, have you ever had a cock in your ass?”

Such crude words. She should have yelled at him, shaken loose and run, but those light caresses were oddly starting to feel good. Nerve endings she never knew she had began to spark to life. “No-o.”

She felt his breath on her wet skin and shivered, though not with fear. “So I’ll be your first.” His voice was so low, so thick, his words were barely unrecognizable.

“I don’t—” her words died as she felt his tongue lick up the inside of her thigh. Her muscles quivered in reaction.

“So good,” he murmured. “You taste so fucking good.” His shoulders moved between her legs, his hair brushed over her heated flesh and then his mouth was on her.

The touch was so electrifying she nearly shot off the ground.

His tongue danced over wet flesh, rimming her entrance before plunging deep, again and again. The soft intrusion tantalized her senses, making her wish she could see his head between her legs. Her knees were jelly and she didn’t know how much longer she could remain on her feet.

He licked her, one hard swipe from sheath to clit. A soft cry flew from her lips as the tension coiled tighter. “Come on my tongue, Kaylie. I want to swallow your pleasure.”

She shivered at his words, wanting that so damn much. To have her essence in him, her brand in his body. Her breath came out in soft pants as the fire stoked higher, her inner muscles fluttering around his marauding tongue in desperate need. It felt so good, so wicked. She couldn’t see, was in a place where they could be discovered at any moment, and his touch was sending her to new, sensuous heights. But it wasn’t enough. She was on the edge of a glorious precipice but just couldn’t find her way over. A frustrated whimper caught in her throat.

As if understanding, Dean moved one hand from her thigh, over her hip and cupped her mound. He pressed hard, grinding his palm into her clit just as he changed the pumping rhythm of his tongue. Instead of thrusting inside her, he swirled his tongue in circles, providing a thicker, if not deeper, sensation. His lips suckled at the engorged ring of muscles, adding to the feeling of fullness, and it was enough.

Kaylie gasped in shocked delight, her fingers flexing on the hard cave wall as the orgasm rushed through her body. It was short but intense, making her deaf for a handful of blissful moments. If not for Dean’s support, she would have fallen into a heap on the cold, cave ground.

When the ringing in her ears finally subsided, she heard Dean’s low growl, felt him stand up behind her still spread-eagled body. “Not good enough, Kaylie. I want you so far gone you’re screaming my name.”

Like the difficulty she had in reaching an orgasm was her fault. Both personally and medically she knew that for many women, having an orgasm was a complicated and long process. For some it never came. No pun intended. For herself, she was just relieved she could have one now and then as it eased the stress in her life, if only for a little while.

But for Dean to say such a thing after her release rubbed her the wrong way. “Then maybe you’re not doing it right.”

Silence stretched and for a moment she thought that, just maybe she’d gone too far. Then he laughed. Actually laughed. The sound was rough and quick but it eased the new knots of tension that had formed in her shoulders. Of course that may simply be from holding a position she wasn’t used to.

She felt him stand up, his hands dancing along her exposed flesh. “Always arguing. I can think of better things to do with that pretty mouth of yours.”

She felt the back of his hand on her bare ass as he undid his own jeans, then his erection sprang free. He rubbed through her wetness, coating his cock with her juices and, just like that, she was ready for another round. Blind in the dark, her back to him, every move, every touch magnified her lust. Evidently the earlier orgasm was just an appetizer.

She felt the tip of him at her entrance and she arched her butt higher. .

A light slap on her ass had her jerking in shock. “What the …?”

“I said don’t move.”

Kaylie hissed at him over her shoulder. “I am so going to kick your …”

With the first thrust he buried himself deep inside her, shocking her with the intensity of his thrust, which bordered on pain. “Easy there, Wolfy!”

He stilled immediately. Then leaned over her, wrapping one arm gently over her shoulder and chest and the other around her waist. His lips brushed her neck, her ear in apology. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I got carried away. Are you all right?”

She breathed out. “Just let me get used to you. You’re not exactly small, you know. And as much as I want you deep inside, we need to go slow at first.”

He kissed her temple. “Anything you want.” He didn’t move a muscle until her body had adapted to his penetration. When she was ready for more, she pushed her hips back, letting him know. He slid his cock almost free and then he inched back in, further forward this time. Three thrusts later had him seated to the hilt. That was when she realized he still had his pants on. The buttons from his fly rubbed against her inner thighs, just like the first time. Again, not being able to see she could only imagine how they looked coming together in this position, and that image heightened her arousal.

Dean buried himself deep again, before withdrawing, his plunging cock creating a delicious friction over tissue already super-sensitized by her earlier orgasm.

“Feel me, Kaylie?” he rasped, his breath was a warm caress on her neck.

Feel him? How could she not? He surrounded her, filled her to the brim. He was everywhere, and everywhere he was felt incredibly hot.

She moaned. “Yes. Yes.”

He was sliding in her with ease now, hitting all the right spots, locked into a rhythm that had her blood thrumming, her hips wiggling against his for more. And he gave her more.

One hand slipped between her legs to spread her wet folds, his clever finger unerringly locating her throbbing clit. He caressed the bundle of nerves with unsurpassed skill, eliciting a gasp of pleasure.

Dean groaned hoarsely as he rocked his body into hers. “I hope you’re close, sweetheart, because I hear footsteps.”

Kaylie jerked her head to the passageway but couldn’t see a damn thing. “Oh God. Oh God.” The thought of being caught at any moment freaked her out. But it also made where they were and what they were doing all the more naughty, and tantalizing. The tension in her belly only grew and there was no way in the world she could tell him to stop. “Dean. Are you sure?’

His hips slapped against her ass as his pace quickened. His cock felt impossibly thicker as he tunneled through her sheath in heavy lunges. “Who do you think it is? Pete and Julie, or some strangers? They’ll see us Kaylie because I can’t stop. They’ll stop and watch my cock plunge in your tight pussy over and over. And they’ll see you come.” He rasped the latter against her ear.

Kaylie didn’t know if she should panic or just let go. When she felt his fangs graze her neck, though, she no longer had a choice, she climaxed with a severe burst of pleasure so intense, white light blinded her. Her cry of pleasure was echoed by a roar from Dean, who surged against her with a ferocity that nearly planted her face first in the cavern wall.