Scandalous Desire [Desire, Oklahoma - The Founding Fathers 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Lana Dare

  Clearing her throat, she looked away. “Wyatt, I believe you. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

  “I think I do.”

  Before she could form the words in an attempt to reason with him, he tugged at her nipple with one hand while using the fingers of his other to part her folds.

  “Christ, you’re beautiful.”

  She forgot what she wanted to say, the words dissolving in the heat of lust. Self-conscious at being outside and exposed in such a way, she couldn’t deny that another part of her reveled in the appreciation glittering in his eyes as they moved over her. The air blowing over her wet slit and beaded nipples sent another wave of longing through her, reminding her just how completely she lay open to him.

  “W–Wyatt, we can t–talk about this.”

  “Later.”

  His clipped tone gave her a moment’s pause, the cold snap of it filling her with equal parts apprehension and lust.

  The U.S. Marshal who even the most dangerous outlaws feared now held her practically naked, and in the most compromising situation she’d ever been in.

  She’d wanted him before, but the hunger in his touch and in his tone took her way beyond want to something she truly didn’t understand.

  She just knew she wanted more.

  She pushed herself against his leg in an effort to lift herself, but he took the hand from her breast and pressed it against her lower back.

  “Wyatt, let me up.”

  “No.”

  Savannah cried out as a sharp slap landed on her bottom, the sting even more intense on her cold bottom than it should have been.

  Furious and embarrassed that a spanking could give her such pleasure, she wiggled furiously in an effort to get away.

  She couldn’t believe the things he did to her, or how desperately she wanted more.

  Tears of mortification and frustration stung her eyes, tears she hurriedly blinked away. Expecting him to hit her again, Savannah tried to cover her vulnerable bottom, but Wyatt brushed her hand away and caressed her, spreading the heat until it settled between her thighs.

  “You snake. You sidewinder! You—ow!”

  “Calling your husband names isn’t nice.”

  “You’re not my husband, and you never will be!”

  Another slap landed. “Yes, I will be. Now stop complaining and pay attention. I want you to feel what I’m doing to you.”

  Startled that lust began to override anger, she struggled to recapture the fury.

  “I am paying attention to what you’re doing to me. I am feeling it, you brute. You’re hurting me. I thought you were different. You’re just like other men. Worse, because you made me believe you. I thought you said women would be—oh!”

  He slid a finger into her pussy, the shock of it cutting off her outburst.

  Without meaning to, she moved, rocking her hips in a desperate attempt to take more.

  Withdrawing his finger with a speed that left her pussy clenching, he chuckled at her curses of frustration. Another slap landed, this time on the other cheek.

  “Temper. Temper.”

  Wyatt held his hand over the place he’d just slapped, reaching down to caress her breast again.

  “Your pussy’s soaked, and you keep tightening on my finger. The heat from your spanking is spreading, making you warm down there. Feel it, Savannah. Let yourself feel things you’ve never felt before. Let me show you.”

  Wiggling, she moaned. “You’re no gentleman.”

  When the next slap landed, Savannah squirmed at the heat, knowing that he didn’t hit her nearly as hard as he could have.

  The realization that he didn’t mean to hurt her robbed her of some of her anger.

  Again he laid a hand over the place he’d slapped, this time caressing it and spreading the heat outward.

  “Figured that out, did you? I never claimed to be a gentleman. A gentleman would never stand a chance out here.”

  The inability to prevent him from doing anything he wanted to do to her gave Savannah something she’d never before experienced. His strong hold and forcefulness allowed her to feel things she’d never felt before, things she would never have allowed herself to experience if they hadn’t been forced on her.

  Fascinated at the intense pleasure, she still couldn’t get past the embarrassment of getting so aroused at this kind of treatment.

  “Stop hurting me, damn you!” Chagrined at the breathy quality in her voice, instead of the forcefulness she’d tried to exert, she slapped his leg in frustration.

  Wyatt laughed softly at her half-hearted resistance, his voice like warm honey flowing over her senses. “Be honest with yourself, Savannah. You’re not in pain. I would never hurt you, Savannah. This isn’t about pain. It’s more of a way to get you to think about your actions. There’ll be consequences for putting yourself in danger. I would never survive if anything happened to you.”

  The underlying desperation in his voice astounded her.

  His finger slid deep into her pussy and slowly withdrew most of the way before sinking into her again.

  “I need you too much to ever take a chance of losing you.”

  Rocking her hips, she moved on his finger, biting her lip to hold back her moan of pleasure at the friction her movements caused.

  Her breasts swelled, sharpening her awareness of them, the cold air blowing over her nipples making them harder and more sensitive. The need inside her became darker and more decadent, a primitive need she didn’t understand.

  Wyatt delivered another slap, this time lower on her bottom, almost to her thighs.

  “Damn, honey. You like that even more than I’d expected. The way your soft pussy keeps clamping on my finger makes me wish it was my cock inside you.”

  Running his hands over her bottom, he sighed. “Unfortunately, that’s going to have to wait.”

  Shaking with need, Savannah parted her thighs as much as she could, crying out when he pressed at a spot inside her that made her mindless with pleasure.

  He was right.

  She wanted him to take her. She needed him to fill her with more than just his finger.

  Furious at his control, she kicked at him. “Take me, then, damn you.”

  Wyatt groaned, his cock jumping against her hip. “No. That’s the punishment part of your spanking. No matter how much you want it, I won’t take you.”

  With a groan, he moved his hand over her again, his fingers clenching on her bottom.

  “It’s punishing both of us.”

  Savannah had no idea what he was talking about. She just knew that she couldn’t stand much more of this.

  She fought harder than ever, bucking on his lap, furious that he chuckled and slapped her bottom again.

  The decadent sizzling between her thighs made her crazy. She pumped her legs, closing them and trying to rub her clit against his hand in an effort to get some relief, but he thwarted every effort she made.

  “You snake! You—oh, God. Oh, God.”

  Gulping in air, Savannah froze at the feel of Wyatt parting her bottom cheeks and exposing her forbidden opening to the cool air—and his heated gaze. Exposed in the most intimate way she could imagine, she shuddered, unable to hold back her cries.

  Wyatt circled her puckered opening with a fingertip, making her jolt.

  She couldn’t believe he touched her there, and lay frozen, stunned at the tingling that made her aware of that part of her as never before. Her own vulnerability shocked her so much that she couldn’t even seem to process all of the sensations racing through her.

  Wyatt pressed slightly at her opening, his body tight and tense against hers.

  “So tight. With some attention and a lot of patience, your tight little bottom will give all of us as much pleasure as your sweet little pussy does.”

  She tightened against the finger that circle her puckered opening, alarmed at the pinpricks of pleasure his soft caress created. Embarrassed that she couldn’t stop clenching, she tried to twist away, yelping at t
he sharp slap that landed on her already heated flesh.

  This one intensified the sensation, making her bottom, pussy, and clit all tingle hotly. Her body tightened, her breath coming out in quick pants, not easing even when he removed the threatening finger.

  “You’re not serious!”

  “I’m very serious about pleasing you.”

  Withdrawing his finger from her pussy, he pressed it against her bottom hole, the slick juices he’d gathered allowing him to slip the tip of his finger inside.

  Savannah cried out in surprise, taken aback at the sting and the too-intimate penetration, shivering in fear and desire as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle to press a little deeper.

  It hit her suddenly how little she knew this wicked aspect of him, but she’d never in her wildest dreams imagined anything like this. More complicated and much naughtier than she’d suspected, he was a force to reckon with in more ways than she’d expected.

  She respected him for his strength of body and mind, but she hadn’t anticipated his passion to be just as strong, nor had she imagined how sinful and decadent his passion would be.

  Shaken by her inability to handle her own response, Savannah knew she didn’t stand a chance of handling his. Angry at herself for thinking, for even a moment, that she could have this kind of love, Savannah slapped at his leg, forcing back tears.

  She would never have believed that something so naughty and domineering could excite her so much, but Wyatt apparently did, which told her he knew more about her body than even she did.

  “That’s enough. Let me up. You’re a brute and a snake. You try to convince me that you’re different than other men, but you’re not. You’re mean and use your strength against me.”

  Wyatt stilled, the threat in the air unmistakable. With an abruptness that made her dizzy, he lifted her against his chest, one hand tangling in her hair to hold her face to his while the other remained between her thighs.

  “My strength protects you!”

  His eyes narrowed to slits, a muscle clenching in his jaw. He looked every inch the fierce lawman whose reputation for being ruthless spread far and wide. He slid a finger over her clit, using the perfect amount of pressure to keep her teetering on the edge but not allowing her to go over.

  It proved his mastery over her body more than anything he’d done so far, increasing her sense of vulnerability.

  She moaned against his chest, worried that she would never be able to satisfy such a man.

  “I hate what you do to me. You know how to please me, but I know nothing about pleasing you.”

  Unexpectedly, Wyatt smiled.

  “You’d better not know any more than what Hayes and I teach you!”

  Savannah cried out again when he took her mouth in one of his slow, blazing kisses, a cry he swallowed as he moved his finger over her clit, pushing the one in her bottom a little deeper.

  Her pussy and bottom pulsated, the sizzling awareness in both openings like nothing she’d ever experienced before. His too-light touch had her lifting her hips to get more pressure against her clit, eliciting cry after cry from her as her movements also shifted the finger in her bottom.

  Alarmed, aroused, and shaken, she pushed against him, breaking off their kiss. Breathing heavily, she had to swallow before speaking, her entire body shaking so hard she had to hold on to Wyatt for support.

  “You can’t touch me there.”

  Wyatt tilted his head, his eyes hot as they raked over her body. Lifting a brow, he smiled, a smile filled with wicked intent.

  “You trying to tell me you don’t like the way I touch you?”

  Frustrated and irritated at his arrogance, she wished she had the strength to resist him. The second he lifted his finger from her clit, though, she struggled in his arms, lifting her hips in an effort to get him to touch her there again.

  “No! Don’t stop. Damn you. You know I meant the—oh!”

  He pressed steadily, slowly sliding deeper into her bottom and moving his finger to caress her inner walls.

  “I knew there was a passionate woman under all that cold distance.”

  Taking a shuddering breath, Savannah closed her eyes, unable to meet his gaze.

  “I can’t. Oh, God!”

  Wyatt slid his thumb over her clit, making her jump and taking a little more of his finger inside her.

  “You’re close to coming already.”

  “No.”

  “Yes, you are. It’s not nice to lie.” He lowered his head and brushed her lips with his. “I love it when you’re like this, but it’s not enough. I want more.”

  She bit her lip when he intensified his strokes to her clit, but still couldn’t hold back her cries as the shimmering heat became more intense.

  “You’re inside me.” She couldn’t believe where he penetrated her, or how extreme it made her arousal.

  Withdrawing slightly, Wyatt stared down at her, his eyes so dark and full of emotion it left her breathless.

  “Only the tip of my finger. I know enough about a woman’s body to know how much you like this. Those breathless whimpers make me crazy to have you. You cry out your pleasure at even the slightest caress of your clit. Those sweet little cries make my cock so hard it hurts. Your juices are wetting my hand because this soft pussy wants to be taken. Imagine how it’ll feel when Hayes and I take you together.”

  His deep, rumbling voice vibrated from his wide chest, as strong and full of purpose as the man himself. His hooded gaze held hers, sharpening as he stroked her clit again, once again keeping his touch too light to send her over, but making sure she remained on the razor-sharp edge.

  Fighting for the release that Wyatt kept just out of reach, Savannah gripped the front of his coat as he drew out one whimpering moan after another from her. Her bottom grasped at his finger as though trying to draw it in deeper, something that shocked her to her core.

  She wanted it, though. She wanted him to push deeper and take anything he wanted from her and ease the tremendous need that he’d created.

  When he touched her this way, she became a different woman—one of need and fire—a woman she hardly recognized.

  “You c–can’t take me at th–the same t–time.”

  His eyes flashed with something dark and sinful, something that pulled at her and encouraged her to follow him down the decadent path he’d forged, the promise of wicked pleasure too irresistible to ignore.

  “Yes, we can, and if your reaction to what I’ve done to you is anything to go by, you’re going to love it.”

  Keeping his horse at a very slow walk, he led them into a section of trees and stopped, the movements of the horse working her bottom on his finger.

  It went deeper than before, pressing relentlessly into her and making her bottom hole sting.

  “Wyatt, please! It stings. It’s too deep. Oh, God!”

  She couldn’t bear another minute of this incredible need, shaking so hard that her teeth chattered. She wanted so badly to fight him, but couldn’t. Even the shock of being penetrated so intimately and the fear of the burning sting couldn’t keep her desire from growing.

  Wyatt laughed softly, a deep, intimate sound, full of wickedness.

  “I’ll make a deal with you, honey. If you don’t come hard with your tight little ass gripping my finger, I won’t touch you there again. But if you come, we’re going to explore you some more and prepare you to take us together.”

  He withdrew his finger just enough to tease her opening, before slowly working it inside her again.

  “You’re so tight, and so amazingly hungry for love.” He brushed her lips with his as he increased the strokes to her clit.

  “It’s not surprising, though. I’m sure you haven’t had very much tenderness or affection in your life. Come for me. You know you can’t hold off much longer. You were made for lovin’, darlin’.”

  His command over her body frightened her, filling her with a vulnerability she couldn’t afford. She’d vowed never to let a man control
her again, and yet here she was, allowing Wyatt to control her with her own body.

  “I won’t.”

  Wyatt placed his thumb over her clit and began to stroke, firm, intent strokes guaranteed to drive her wild.

  “You will. There’s nothing more arousing to a man than a woman who can’t resist his touch. You’ll learn to come whenever and however I touch you.”

  “I won’t!”

  Panicked at the possibility that he spoke the truth, Savannah bit her lip in an effort to hold back the orgasm she could feel approaching, but she didn’t have a chance. She bucked as the tingling in her clit exploded, the pleasure so intense it made her dizzy. Her body bowed, the waves of pleasure making her cry out again and again.

  Her bottom closed on his finger, squeezing it tight, making the sensation of being filled there even stronger. Her cries echoed as she stiffened and arched into the hand between her thighs. The action lifted her breasts high, offering him everything she had to offer.

  She could do nothing else.

  As the sublime pleasure crested, she let go, knowing at that moment that he could have done anything to her that he wanted to and she would have been a more than willing participant.

  He held her firmly, his hold keeping her safe as he steadied her, letting her experience all the pleasure his touch gave her without worry.

  He was a warm, solid wall—a rock—in a world that spun out of control.

  As the last shimmers of pleasure faded away, Savannah bit her lip, shivering as Wyatt’s finger slipped from her bottom. Her face burned with shame that she’d allowed him to see, such a naughty side of her, one she hadn’t even known existed.

  With more gentleness than she would have believed, he lifted her against him, giving her another of those mind-numbing kisses that left her hot and trembling.

  He poured passion into it, but also caring, letting her feel his need for her while bringing her safely back to earth again.

  Brushing her lips with his, he crooned to her, his intimate tone deep and soft.

  “You are so incredibly beautiful. I love the way you fall apart in my arms. I wake up in the middle of the night reaching for you, and wishing that you were already my wife.”