“Ah shit! Baby, are you sure?” he whispered back, unable to stop his mouth from descending over hers.
“Kayne, take me to bed. Help me forget the other hands that took from me! Please, don’t make me beg again.” He couldn’t have resisted her if it was his last breath. Taking her mouth once more he lifted her into his arms and headed for the stairs.
He slammed the door behind them as he entered the suite of room, unable to think of anything else but the woman in his arms. His teeth latched onto the skin just behind her ear and sucked, filling his nose with the unique scents of Chayle Olsen. The scent of warm vanilla and jasmine filled his nose, taking his arousal right to the edge. This woman did something to him that he had never allowed before, was able to get under his skin and right next to his heart.
Soft air brushed his cheek and he moved his head to take her mouth once more. Diving in, he went deep with the need to fill his mouth with her taste, feel her pulse race as he devoured the warm cavity of her mouth. It was impossible to think beyond her long, warm body curved against his hardness.
He pushed his thigh between her legs so she could feel his hardened cock graze the apex between her thighs. Instantly, she went wild as she rode his leg as he continued to take her mouth. Kayne knew if they didn’t stop soon he would take her against the wall and he didn’t want to hurt her. Gentling his hands, he moved them to the bed and took her down beneath him.
“Your are my heart, Chayle!” he growled low in his throat. He could tell she was so lost in the feelings he was feeding her, Chayle had no idea what was going on. “Look at me!”
Those eyes finally opened, awash with need and wide with questions. He grinned, knowing that this time there was no way he would be able to leave this room before he had her under him.
“Brother, I will be unavailable for a while.” Rafe would understand but he needed to ensure his twin didn’t come looking for them anytime soon.
“All is well, brother. Keep her safe.”
The quiet strength that echoed along their unique bond left Kayne feeling almost sorry for his twin. Rafe continued to struggle with the same issues he had for so long, but Rafe had no one close. Refused to allow anyone too close in case they were able to touch his heart. He could only pray his twin found the same connection that he had with Chayle.
Chapter 9
Chayle had never been one to hide from the truth in her life. The death of her father her sophomore year of college had almost devastated her. He had been her rock, her anchor since it had always been just the two of them. Her father was an only child and Chayle’s mother had died when she was too young to remember her. As a military brat, she learned very quickly that change was inevitable, accept it or be left behind.
It was no wonder that she felt nothing but an aching need to connect with the man who had saved her life. The last month had allowed her body to heal but her soul needed to feel the warm touch of someone who cared and Chayle had no doubt whatsoever that Kayne cared. He may be able to protect his mind and thoughts from her but she could feel his emotions rolling over her own every time they were close to each other.
She was so lost in thought it was a surprise when the strong arms holding him against his chest gently laid her down on the king-size bed in her room. He followed her down, stretching that huge body of his out next to her like a feline stretches their back. Muscles bunched under her hands and his breath kissed her neck as he pulled back.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she whispered, clutching those muscled forearms like a lifeline.
“Not far, I promise.” She was surprised to see a crooked smile and a twinkle in his eyes as he pulled away.
“I know what I want, Kayne.” Chayle reached down and pulled the pretty short sleeved tank up and over her head, tossing her dark curls away from her face as she lay back down. The sports bra came next and then she was lying bare from the waist up as she watched his eyes devour her.
“Holy mother of god, woman! Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Kayne whispered, reaching for the snap and zipper on her pants.
It didn’t take but a moment for him to strip the light weight pants down and toss them over his head. The small boy shorts barely covered her hipbones and he ran a calloused hand up her thigh and over her flat stomach. He reached for his own T-shirt and pulled it over his head with a one-handed tug, tossing it somewhere behind him before lowering himself over her.
The warmth, the strong muscles were everything her dreams had imagined. Chayle had been afraid her subconscious would cause her to balk once she took this step but instead her breath caught and her heart raced in anticipation. Her hands couldn’t stay still as she rubbed across the sun kissed skin and corded muscles of those wide shoulders. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to finally feel something other than pain.
He took one nipple in that hot mouth while plucking at the other as she strained for more. 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 should be pushing 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 the empty feeling needing to replace the clawing at her insides so she could finally feel alive. She needed a reminder that she was whole and new memories so she could banish the nightmares that continued to haunt her, the taunts and snickers from the monsters that held her. All she wanted to do 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 boy shorts 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 boy shorts 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 holding 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 c
alling 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 insane find a way to replace the nightmares with something wonderful.”
He didn’t 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 couldn’t hold himself in check any longer. As Chayle rode the last peak of her last 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 because it was so sensitive, wishing for the first time in his life 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 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 the other felt as if their breathing synced 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, how right it felt for her to be in his arms.
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. They both lay on the bed, sweat drying and the coolness of the air conditioner blowing over the heated bodies. He closed his eyes for just a minute, allowing the peace to finally envelop him and take him.
When he finally opened his eyes, it was to see Chayle unconscious and cradled in his arms, a light cover tossed 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 couldn’t 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.
Chapter 10
The warm sun felt good as Chayle closed her eyes, letting it bathe her skin, the midmorning breeze soft and gentle on the patio outside their bedroom suite. A quiet, soft-spoken young woman had brought her steaming hot coffee just the way she loved it with a selection of fruit, fluffy eggs, and crispy bacon strips shortly after she had emerged from her shower, as if it were the most normal thing in the world for someone to attend her everyday needs. Then, just as quietly, the young woman had excused herself and disappeared, leaving Chayle to enjoy the peace and quiet she found outside the French doors of the secluded patio.
The veranda style porch on the second floor of Kayne's home offered a spectacular view of dense woods surrounding the property with cleared grounds around the house, and outbuildings close by. She hadn’t seen a single person the entire time she had reclined on the padded chase lounge soaking up the sun's rays but Chayle wasn’t fooled. Her skin prickled every so often, alerting her to eyes that skimmed over her skin, an almost silken touch not really there.
Another presence also prickled her subconscious, allowing a slight uneasiness to touch her but she pushed it away. Chayle could sense others moving inside the house and around the grounds, nothing intrusive but almost protective, watching, guarding. She sighed, realizing she was going to have to ask some hard questions now that her mind was clearer. Kayne had some explaining to do and it couldn’t wait much longer. She had never run from a problem and she was not going to start now. Kayne would have to understand that from the beginning of this relationship.
The suddenness of that thought forced her eyes open and her hand to reach for her throat. Where the hell had that come from?
Realistic if nothing else, Chayle smiled, realizing that her life had changed more drastically than she thought. She hadn’t missed the fact that Kayne had referred to her as "mate." Nor the fact that everyone treated her like a special status of some sort when entering into the suit
e of rooms. However, they were going to have that talk about all of this. First, she needed answers.
Why had she been taken? Kayne had said the drugs in her system were physically making changes to her very DNA. That alone caused her some alarm until she finally accepted that what was done was done. She couldn’t change the past but she could damn sure take control of her future. No one else was going to be playing with her genetic makeup and Chayle wanted to know how and why it was done in the first place. Kayne and his brother had some explaining to do that was for sure.
The other worry she had was the other girl and what had happened to her? Did they use the same drugs on her and for how long. From what Chayle could remember the other woman looked like crap when she opened her eyes and found her curled in the corner of the room where they held Chayle. If the same experiments were performed on her then there was no telling what those monsters were after.
The more she thought about it the angrier Chayle got. Could she stop it from happening again to anyone else because it was apparent that what had happened had been deliberate and well thought out.
She shifted on the lounge and felt the pleasant ache in all the right places from the night before, vastly different from the nightmares, the monsters who had taken her. She still ached in places no human should have been violated, yet her muscles were returning to their normal strength, albeit slowly. It chafed her inherent stubbornness to know that it was going to take longer than she would like for her body to recover. She hated lying around waiting. They were going to have to make some serious decisions - soon. It was as if Kayne had inserted himself into her subconscious without her even realizing it, and she was accepting it without a fight, which was not like her at all. Before the "incident," she only had herself to rely on, to fight for or against, and stubbornly make the determination as to what direction she would go forth and conquer. Now it seemed her mind and body were telling her something before she even realized it. Well, her alpha male was going to have to come to the realization that she was not sitting this one out, and the sooner he realized that the better for both of them.
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