She swallowed, the column of her throat working. For a second, he was sure she was going to tell him to go to hell. He sure as hell deserved it. Any female in her right mind would…
“You’re an asshole,” she growled as she took back his dick. Her mouth sliding over his head. Her teeth rasping over his skin as she deep throated him.
Fuuuck!
Her movements were jerky and rough. The female was angry. He should stop her. Should tell her to quit. Fuuuuck! The slayer gripped his balls in a hold that was almost crushing. Almost painful. Almost. As it stood, it felt fucking amazing. His eyes rolled back and he gripped the comforter. Her teeth rasped against him again, making him groan in both fear and ecstasy. He didn’t trust her. Not at all. Beck didn’t have it in him to stop her though. Her eyes flashed up, meeting his, they were narrowed and filled with anger. A bright, beautiful blue.
Her hand moved back to his shaft, fast and rough…working its magic…her mouth…her tongue…her teeth. Those fucking teeth. His balls pulled tight. Beck had to fight not to crouch over his middle. That pesky bullet hole would get in the way of…His head fell back as his orgasm ripped through him.
“Fuuuuuck!!!” he snarled, putting a hand to the back of her head, threading his fingers through the soft strands. She milked him, boy oh fucking boy did she ever. At first, going hard. Then easing off on the pressure, slowing down too. He shook, from his head to his toes. His body jerked, control momentarily lost. So! Fucking! Good!
She released him, eyes still blazing. Hair mussed. She swallowed, licked her lips. Fucking licked and then jerked her strap back up, covering her magnificent body.
He felt drained. Still buzzing from the best head he had ever had. The slayer may not have hurt him and he might still be breathing, but she had fucking killed him nonetheless. Destroyed him. Looking at her made him want more. By god, he shouldn’t, but he did. He could still feel the silver running through his veins. He could feel it preventing him from shifting. At the same time, it made him buzz with energy when it came to sex. To this. To her.
She must have seen the desire in his eyes because she narrowed hers. “Fuck you!” she whispered, her voice filled with animosity. Hate even. He was damned if it didn’t turn him on even more.
“Bet you would love to… Fuck me, that is.” She must be in agony. Her nipples were hard. Her skin pebbled with gooseflesh. He could scent her need. It made his mouth water. Made his dick stay hard despite his recent orgasm.
“No! Fuck you, shifter!” she grit her teeth, splaying her legs. Her eyes were on him, defiant. Her hand went back between her legs, her finger frantically rubbing on her clit. Her breathing turned ragged in an instant. “This is my body,” she yelled. “You don’t own me. I can come if I want to. I don’t need you.”
“Oh, but I do own you! That’s where you’re wrong. I said to stop!”
She shook her head, her hair flying. Her finger deep inside her pussy…thrusting. In and out.
“Stop!” he snarled.
“Fuck you!” she shouted.
For the second time in so many hours, he lunged for her.
Chapter 11
He was big. So big. He was heavy. Crushing. She could hardly breathe. “I own you,” he snarled. Hurting her ear. “Own you, slayer,” he repeated, softer this time.
He pulled her legs higher up so that her knees were at her ears. Thank god she did yoga or this position would hurt. Alex was literally folded in half. She wanted to tell him to stop. Alex didn’t want him inside her. He was a bastard. A pig. An asshole. He was everything her father had warned her against. Everything she had ever been told about shifters was true. She was shocked to find that she was disappointed. Despite all the teaching, there had been a part of her that had expected more. It was stupid of her! Her father was right. She was an idiot!
“I own every part of you,” he added, drawing her attention back to him. Back to his bright green eyes. Beautiful and hard. This male was ruthless. A sadistic bastard. He was a beast. An animal.
And yet, here she was, wet dripping from her pussy. So turned on she felt she might die if he didn’t take her. She bit down on her tongue to stop herself from begging him to do it. To end her misery.
She could feel the swollen tip of his dick against her pussy. Her channel ached with need.
Alex was breathing hard through her nose. Oh god! Why wasn’t he forcing himself on her?
“Say it,” he snarled.
She frowned. Her breathing turned ragged, even though he wasn’t doing anything.
“Say it,” he whispered, his mouth barely an inch above hers. This felt so intimate. It wasn’t though. Not even close.
“What?” She didn’t know what he meant.
“Ask me to fuck you.”
“You’re such an asshole.” He was going to make her beg. He could go to hell. She wasn’t doing it.
“Tell me.” There was sweat on his brow and an edge of desperation in his voice. “Tell me to take you.” His eyes had this pleading edge.
Shit! He was asking permission. In his own fucked up way. He was asking instead of just taking. He rocked his hips gently, not breaching her, just nudging her opening.
Alex cried out. “Yes damn it. Yes! Take me, damn you!”
That was all it took. The shifter thrust into her, his whole length bottoming out inside her. His weight even more crushing. Alex cried out at the sudden intrusion. At the pain. At the relief. Frown lines appeared between his eyes, which had turned downright feral. He grunted loudly as he began to fuck her using hard, deep strokes. This shouldn’t feel good. It was vulgar. It was too rough. Too hard, just like the man.
She’d been right on the edge for what felt like an age. Especially after he had left her hanging the last time. On a deep keening wail, she flew over the edge. Good god. It felt like he was ripping her in two. Only, instead of pain, there was pleasure. Extreme. Blinding. Consuming pleasure. Like a burst of white light that burned its way through her.
Her wail turned into an all-out scream as her orgasm reached its crescendo. Her back bowed. Her eyes lost focus. Her nails dug into his back. Too much…too much…too much.
The shifter pulled out of her. He roared, fisting his cock, using hard jerking movements. He crouched over his middle. His face looked like a mask of anger, his eyes on her, as hot cum spewed all over her top. His body continued to jerk, as did his hand. Cords of roped muscle formed on either side of his neck. His abs were pulled into deep grooves. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He might be a colossal asshole, but he was sexy. Any men’s magazine would fall over themselves to have him grace their cover.
That’s when she saw the blood as it trickled from the wound. “Oh shit,” she muttered, looking around for her blouse, “you’re bleeding.”
He looked confused for a moment. His eyes still hazy. His chest heaving. He looked down at his wound, covering it with his hand. “I’ll be fine,” he growled. His voice still deep and animalistic. She continued to search, finally finding the garment and handing it to him.
He ripped it from her and his jaw instantly tightened. His eyes filled with animosity. He hated it when she tried to help him. When she acted as if she cared.
The asshole didn’t deserve her help. He didn’t! She felt guilty all over again. Her father was right, she was soft. She wanted to ask what she could do to help him, but she knew he wouldn’t appreciate it, so she kept quiet.
He bunched the fabric, pressing it to the still-bleeding injury and lay back on the bed. His brow was beaded with sweat. His breath still ragged.
The minutes ticked by. His breathing began to even out. A few minutes later and he was asleep, his chest moving up and down in a slow, rhythmic motion.
Alex could hardly believe it. She forced herself to wait a full ten minutes before waving her hand in front of his face. No reaction. He was lights out. She carefully slid off the bed. It was time to explore the cave.
Beck woke up with a start. Renewed energy coursed through him.
Great!
He fisted his hands, feeling strength. It wouldn’t be long before he would be able to shift. He sucked in a deep breath, looking down.
What?
Wait!
What the fuck!? His wound had been tended to. A piece of gauze was taped over the injury.
The slayer.
Shit, the slayer! He’d fallen asleep. Left her. Free. To do whatever the hell she wanted. What if she had tried to escape? What if she…? He leaped off the bed on high alert and instantly stilled, mid-stride.
The female yelped and turned, a hand to her chest, but not before he noticed her lower back.
Beck narrowed his eyes on her and pulled in a breath so that he could ask her about it.
“You scared me,” she interjected, giving a small shake of the head and then quickly pulling a blanket around herself. She was naked beneath the fabric. “Yeah, you can calm down now. I left the knife in the trunk.” Her hair was wet. It looked like the female had found the pool at the rear of the cave. “You could have told me there were basic toiletries, blankets and a first aid kit.” She glanced at his now-dressed wound. “You’re welcome.”
He narrowed his eyes and growled. “If I wanted the wound tended to, I would have done it myself. It’s nearly healed, so your efforts were pointless.”
“Really?” she looked shocked. “I know you guys heal quickly but the silver should be slowing things down.” He could see that she was deep in thought.
Beck didn’t answer her. He wasn’t telling this slayer shit.
“You can also stop looking so shocked. I didn’t kill you while you were sleeping.” She pushed her lips together for a moment or two. “Even a lowly piece of scum like me has some morals.”
“More like you’d be stuck here to die slowly if you’d killed me. No doubt in my mind that your motivations were purely selfish.”
She rolled her eyes. “Believe what you want.”
“Next you’ll tell me it’s because you developed feelings for me.” He couldn’t help but smirk. “I did give you the biggest orgasm of your life. You’re welcome and don’t get used to it.”
“You’re also the biggest asshole I’ve ever met and I know a couple of doozies. Feelings?” she snorted. “Yeah right!”
“You didn’t refute that the sex was the best…I take it you’re into sadistic shit?” Beck had been rough on her. Worse than the first time. He almost felt ashamed. Now that he’d seen the scarring on her back. He was inclined to believe she was into weird shit.
Her cheeks turned pink in an instant, but her shoulders went back a second later. Her eyes narrowed as well. “It was also the last time you get to touch me, shifter.”
“I was done with you anyway,” he snarled back. A lie. “I enjoyed your pussy…fucking loved your mouth but…” he shrugged, “I only went there in the first place because you begged for it.”
Her hands landed on her hips and her eyes widened. “You talk such shit!”
“You finally realized this whole game is getting you nowhere, that’s all. About time too.”
“I realized what a dickhead you are. I can’t believe I actually felt guilty for shooting you.” She added the last, almost to herself.
For a second, he was inclined to believe her act. “Nice try, slayer. I’m not buying it! If you feel like sucking my cock again, I’m over there on the bed. I might let you have at it if you ask really nicely.”
“Screw you!” she yelled.
“Only if you beg and I mean really, really beg.”
She was holding a toothbrush, which she threw at him. Beck caught it and laughed.
Her eyes blazed. Her cheeks were bright red with anger.
“Careful,” he said, “I might just put you over my lap and tan your ass. Then again…maybe not. You might enjoy it too much. What happened to your back anyway? Looks like you pissed someone off. Did you attack the wrong person? Maybe you tried killing someone in their sleep and came off second best. Maybe you just like it that rough, slayer. It wouldn’t surprise me.” It wasn’t true. No one would have enjoyed that. It looked like she’d been whipped or something. Her lower back would have been a bleeding mess.
“Maybe you should go to hell. Better yet, go and have another nap. I’ll bring you water, food, whatever it takes to get you properly on your feet so that we can leave here. I would prefer torture and death to staring at your face and hearing your asshole comments.”
“I doubt that.”
“No, really. I mean it. If we’re here much longer I might just jump and end my life. I need you healthy enough to shift, so anything you need, just let me know.”
He really was a bastard because his dick hardened up at her words. The little fuck wanted back inside her tight pussy. Then again, she had offered to do anything, hadn’t she? That was the one sure thing.
She gasped as she caught sight of his erection. “You really are a pig.” She walked past him. “Anything but that. You can forget that.”
Pity!
He figured they had one more day there. Two at the very most. Beck had quite enjoyed her attempts at trying to get herself in his good books. Pity the fun was over. They had gone from being enemies who fucked, to just straight run-of-the-mill enemies. Tomorrow he would most likely have sufficient strength to shift. He’d take her back to his lair and hand her over, without as much as a backward glance. Just watch him.
Chapter 12
Two days later…
Her clothes were still damp. They had a musty smell to them, but at least they were clean. At least they didn’t have his come all over them. She felt a zing between her thighs just thinking of how he had looked in the throes of his orgasm. What was wrong with her? He was a disgusting shifter pig!
She looked over at him standing at the entrance to the cave. His coloring was almost normal. Bronzed skin, acres of the stuff, covering hard muscle. It wasn’t fair that the most attractive man she had ever seen in her life was such a prick. A monster like the rest of the shifters. She was glad she finally had confirmation of that. When Page had left all those years ago, her beliefs had been shaky for a while there. There had always been this…doubt, at the back of her mind.
Some gravel crunched as he walked, bringing her back to the here and now. Alex made sure that the make-shift pouch was secure around her waist. It held what was left of their water and supplies and was a precautionary measure in case he didn’t have enough energy to fly them all the way back to his lair. In which case, they would need to stop for a couple of hours.
Alex hadn’t tried talking him into letting her go. She knew it would be a futile exercise. He’d laugh in her face. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of even trying.
He turned to her. “Hurry up!” As per normal, his tone was harsh, condescending and just plain rude. Unnecessary if you asked her. Not that he was asking. The shifter never asked her anything…except…that wasn’t quite true. It was something she had thought about long and hard. He had asked her if he could fuck her. Even after proclaiming that he owned her. He’d still asked, hadn’t breached her until she gave her consent. That wasn’t the action of a ruthless sadist. Also, he hadn’t so much as touched her once in the two days since. He’d stared at her with lust in his eyes. He’d reacted to her…physically…in ways that could not be hidden. It wasn’t like he had the smallest cock. Yet, he hadn’t touched her. He could’ve if he wanted to. Even wounded, with his system flooded with silver, he had been formidable. She would have stood no chance if he had decided to take what he wanted despite her wishes. Why had he waited for permission? Why hadn’t he raped her? The stories she had heard were horrendous. He was far more intelligent than the shifters her forefathers had battled. Maybe knowledge had brought with it a small measure of civility. His actions ultimately confused her. It didn’t make sense. Having said that, he was uncaring and hard. He was…
“Slayer!” he shouted. “Quit daydreaming and get over here.”
Alex had to work not to react.
Not to tell him to go to hell, which he deserved. Instead, she tied a blanket around herself, knotting it tightly over her chest. Hopefully, it would afford her some protection from the elements.
“I thought you were keen to be shot of me,” he smiled. “You suddenly seem a little reluctant. Not so brave anymore, are you?”
Alex walked over to the shifter and looked him in the eyes. “I’m not afraid.” It wasn’t true. She was quaking in her boots. If the shifters were as bad as her teachings had outlined, as ruthless as the male standing in front of her, her life was about to become a misery.
He threw his head back and laughed. “I can scent your fear, slayer.” He sniffed the air. “It’s my new favorite smell.”
She let out a bored-sounding sigh. At least, she hoped it sounded that way. “Let’s get this over with. I really am sick to death of you.”
He lifted his brows. “Try to enjoy the flight back. The sights, the sounds. It will be your last taste of freedom. Sick to death?” His eyes were hard. Filled with intense hate. “Soon enough, slayer. Soon enough,” he repeated as he took a step back.
His whole body was pumped and roped. Thick, corded muscle covered every inch of him. His eyes were glowing. The brightest, most beautiful green she had ever seen. Kryptonite. That’s what she was reminded of at that moment.
She watched in fascination as scales sprung up all over his skin. His limbs lengthened. There was a cracking noise. His jaw elongated. More scales took the place of skin. Her mouth fell open as she watched wings grow out of his back. They grew and grew until they were wide and strong-looking. He became huge and intimidating. Within seconds, a dragon stood before her. His scales were gleaming and iridescent. His speared tail whipped from side to side. The dragon had to crouch to fit within the large, yawning mouth of the cave. She’d been on safari in Africa and had seen elephants in the wild. The dragon before her was larger; of that she was sure. He snarled, exposing a mouth full of sharp teeth. His eyes held the same look of hate and animosity that she’d come to know well.
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