by Devyn Quinn
She released a pent-up breath. “It is good, because I want this to happen.”
“At least I’ve got a chance,” he said. “For a minute I thought you were going to tell me the sex sucked.”
Feeling suddenly exposed, Dakoda crossed her hands over her breasts. A little shudder of delight passed through her as an image popped into her head. “Sucked isn’t the word I’d use to describe it.”
Jesse’s fingers curled into her hair, tilting back her head. “So what word might be more appropriate?” Strong gentle hands stroked down her neck, over her shoulders, and down her back.
Dakoda’s clenched muscles trembled, unexpectedly eager for release all over again.
She dipped her head back. Her lips hovered just inches from his. “Um, one time isn’t really enough to base a sound judgment on. In my opinion, it takes a lot more than one orgasm to decide on what the right word would be. I could guess, but why do that when I could find out for sure?”
Jesse grinned. “Sounds like it’s back to the old drawing board.” Bridging the tiny space between them, he took her mouth with his. She felt his tongue probe the seam of her lips, seeking entry. She opened a little, granting access. His tongue swept in, heating up things deep inside her groin all over again.
Dakoda’s senses spun, dizzied by the pull of his sheer maleness. It drew her like a physical force, a shield surrounding her on all sides with reassurance and comfort. It seemed to say as long as she was with him, she’d be safe. Cherished.
Sweet tension began to push away her fear and fatigue, morphing into something far more delicious—and demanding. There was no telling how much more time they had together. Each minute ticking away never to be recovered, more precious and rare than any jewel. Whatever time they had together—even if only an hour more—she wanted it.
Slipping her arms around Jesse, Dakoda explored the hard ridges of his back. She deliberately slid her hands lower, enjoying the feel of her palms over the round curves of his perfectly shaped ass. Rock hard and beautifully sculpted, it was a pleasure to look at and explore.
Jesse’s hands settled at her hips, dragging her closer. She felt the subtle motion of his whole being with each movement of his body. He repositioned his hips between her spread thighs. His cock pulsed, eager and ready.
Dakoda felt heat coiling through her core, rising at the thought of his deep, penetrating thrusts into her hungry sex. Liquid warmth spread through her veins.
Without a word, Jesse scooped her off the table. Dakoda wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the narrow bunk. He laid her down on the flannel blankets spread across its narrow surface, then stretched out beside her.
Easing himself up on one elbow, he stroked her hair away from her face. “Not over there,” he murmured. “That was just sex. This time I want to make love.” He hesitated, throat tightening. “I want to show you I’ve got more than potential,” he finished in a rough voice.
Slipping one hand under his body, Dakoda shifted onto her side. His straining erection pressed against her stomach like a branding iron. Shadows caressed his features, softening the deep black shade of his eyes.
She pressed a single finger across his lips. “Don’t make any promises, please. There’s no telling what’s going to happen to us once the sun comes up. Let’s just enjoy the time we’ve got, whether it’s a few hours or a few days.”
For now they had the night to themselves. But it wasn’t always going to be that way. When the dawn finally arrived, they’d both be plunged back into the horror of captivity. It was possible one or both of them would be taken away. Or worse, killed.
Jesse nodded, brushing his fingertips along the edge of her jaw. His lips gently brushed hers. “Even if it’s only one night,” he murmured against her mouth. “It’s going to be one you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”
Dakoda’s hand found the ridge between the back of Jesse’s neck and his shoulders. She traced it with her nails, then skimmed her fingers down the line of his spine. “Oh, trust me. It’s already a day I’ll never forget.”
9
Jesse raked his fingertips down the length of Dakoda’s throat, following with a featherlight caress of his lips. “It’s been hell, I know. And if I could wave my hands and make it all go away, I would. If the day had gone right, I wouldn’t have walked into the trap, and you guys wouldn’t have had to come running to rescue the endangered animal.”
Dakoda fingered the small dimple above the crack of his ass. The feel of his hot, naked body pressed against hers threatened to send her thoughts spinning away. “If it hadn’t happened today, it would have happened later. The men we’re dealing with don’t care about life—anyone’s life—except their own. None of us stood a chance today. I was pretty sure today would be my day to die.”
Jesse’s hand moved lower. His palm settled in the soft hollow between her breasts. “I can feel your heart beating fast,” he said softly. “Are you afraid?”
Dakoda’s pulse stalled a second. “Of dying?”
Hand still in place, he gave a tight, quick nod. A single tic moved his jaw. “Yes.”
Drawing in a breath, Dakoda shook her head. “I’m not afraid of dying, as long as it’s quick.” A small shiver began to work its way up her spine. The fine hairs on her neck and arms rose. “I mean, Greg went fast…I don’t even think his brain had time to register the pain.” Horror began to seep back in, creeping in and twisting her guts. She quickly tamped it down. “He was pretty much dead before he hit the ground. I just knew that shotgun would go off a second time, and I’d be on the ground beside him.”
“That wasn’t going to happen,” Jesse whispered softly. “They needed two cougars.”
Dakoda gathered herself. “But I can’t shift,” she reminded him. A thought occurred. “Can I?”
A soft laugh escaped him. His hand slid toward her left breast. Using just the tip of his index finger, he drew slow circles around the jutting nipple. “According to Tlvdatsi lore, at the beginning of man’s evolution, everyone had the capability to shift.”
Dakoda’s breath caught at the delicious sensations his touch elicited. “Really?”
Catching the little peak between thumb and forefinger, Jesse gave her nipple a delicious tug. Each pull of his fingers delivered a torrent of liquid delight straight to her blood. “Yes. But as time and civilization progressed, men’s minds began to reject a connection with their animalistic natures. Certain neural pathways needed for shifting atrophied.”
Dakoda wriggled on the flannel blankets beneath her body. On one hand, she wanted more information about the Tlvdatsi and their seemingly magical ability to shift. On the other, she wanted him to shut up and put his mouth into motion in far more pleasurable ways. She decided a compromise was in order.
Hand slipping between their bodies, she curled her fingers around his erection. Long and thickly veined, his penis pulsed against her palm, a steel rod wrapped in soft velvet. To give him back a little of his teasing, she jacked slowly up and down its length. “But your people retained the knowledge of how to keep them open?”
Jesse’s breath caught on a moan. “Oh, man…I can barely think when you’re touching me that way.”
Another long, slow stroke. “Guess one thing hasn’t changed,” she teased. “Give a man a hard-on and he can’t put two words together.”
Jesse gritted his teeth. “Isn’t that the damn truth?” Hand leaving her breast, he changed his tactic to delving between her legs. His long fingers slipped between the honeyed folds of her labia. A tip dipped into her creamy depth. “And what about you,” he countered with a grin as his finger slipped deeper. “Seems to me you’re hot, wet, and very ready.”
His touch effectively derailed the rest of the conversation. “So what are you going to do about it?” she challenged.
For an answer, Jesse rolled on top of her. Arms supporting his weight, he settled the rest of his lean body between her spread legs. “Well,” he said in a lazy drawl. “First I
am going to do this.”
He lowered his head, and his mouth closed around the protruding tip of one nipple. Catching it between his teeth, he painted slow circles with his tongue.
Every thought in Dakoda’s head scattered. A waterfall of magical sensations flooded her nerves with each delicious caress. “Oh, my,” she moaned.
Jesse breathed an enticing sound, but didn’t remove his mouth from her aching nipple. One hand slid up her rib cage to fondle her other breast, stroking and teasing the sensitive areola until she whimpered.
Needing an anchor, Dakoda wrapped her arms around his body. Her palms instinctively settled on the soft curve between his back and buttocks. His hips rolled against her slowly as he suckled and teased, sending her into a frenzy of erotic need. He rubbed against her stomach in a most enticing way. If only he’d go a bit lower, then thrust. Entry would be assured.
The first tight curls of orgasm began to weave around her spine, tying up and then tickling her senses with an invigorating delight.
Responding to the move of his hips, Dakoda attempted to inch up higher. “Damn, Jesse.” His name came out breathy and strangled. “What you’re doing is torture of an innocent pussy.”
Muffling his laugh, he cocked a brow. “Innocent pussy?” His hips ground against hers, giving her belly another good long rub of his hungry cock. “Oh, babe. There isn’t anything innocent about what you’ve got between your legs. What you’ve got there is all sin….”
Dakoda slipped her fingers into the cleft of his rear, inching her way into its warm depth. The tips of her fingers made tentative contact with his tight, puckered anus. She pressed against the tight ring, gently easing just the tip of a finger inside. “Mmm, and heaven is just a sin away.” She pressed farther, working her finger into his wickedly tight channel.
Jesse’s cock pulsed against her belly, bigger, harder. Hungrier. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her penetration. “Man, oh man,” he half-hissed, half-groaned. “No one’s ever done that before. Keep that up and I’ll come right now.”
Dakoda made a circular motion with her finger. “I’d prefer it if you came inside me,” she purred.
Jesse shifted. Lifting his weight just a little, he reached between their bodies. His fingers circled his erection, guiding the broad crown toward her damp slit. “You drive a hell of a hard bargain,” he grated. “I’m going to pound your cunt until you scream.”
Feeling the thick weight of his shaft pressing against her softness, Dakoda lifted her legs, spreading them wide. Knees settling up around his shoulders, she placed her hands on his hips. Glancing through the narrow gap between their bodies, she could watch his body enter hers.
Encouraged by her hold on his hips, Jesse started to enter her. Holding back from a quick, hard thrust, he slowly eased inside her. The silky glide of his organ stretched her rippling sex, penetrating deeper and deeper. His balls, heavy and full, settled against her ass as he slid in to the hilt.
Dakoda wrapped her legs around his waist. Full. She was completely full, every last bit of space crammed with cock. “God,” she breathed. “You’re even bigger than before.”
Hands braced on either side of her, Jesse grinned down. “And you’re even tighter.” He flexed his hips in a circular, stirring motion. “Damn. There isn’t an inch of wiggle room in there. Taking you is like having a virgin…the ultimate pleasure.”
Dakoda laughed softly. “A virgin, I am not.”
Cocking a brow, Jesse pulled out of her. A slow, warm glide of flesh on flesh ensued. He stopped just short of pulling out. “That little move with your finger up my rear gave me my first clue as to the wealth of experience you must have on tap.”
Dakoda’s fingers flexed against his hips. “Oh, you have no idea the things I’ve seen…and done.” She dug her nails in just a little, just enough to give him a taste of her eagerness.
Jesse chuckled softly, a low rich sound emanating up from the depths of his throat. “I hope you might be willing to share some of your, ah, techniques.” Taking his time, he pumped back in. His slide felt wonderfully endless.
The tension of being taken so damn slow and easy was exquisite. From what she’d sampled, Dakoda thought his technique was just fine. Dandy, in fact. Trembling with anticipation, she tightened her grip on his sculpted hips. Her aching nipples brushed his chest each time he made an upward or downward stroke.
Biting back a moan, she tilted back her head so she could look directly into his eyes. “It seems to me that you’ve got some pretty good ones to fall back on.”
“It’s about to get better,” he promised.
Dakoda didn’t think it could.
Jesse proved her wrong.
Angling his head to one side, Jesse’s mouth settled on hers. Instead of sweeping in and attacking with his tongue, he caught her bottom lip between her teeth, giving it a long, slow suck. His hips picked up a faster rhythm, grinding against hers in a manner that was more of a sensual waltz than a battering-ram assault.
Dakoda tightened her legs around his waist, willing to let him take all control and lead the dance. One thing was for sure: he had all the steps just right. All the bad things about the day began to mercifully fade away as their bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, beginning an electrifying onslaught of carnal sensation. Lust boiled inside her like a pot left on the stove too long. Everything inside her felt deliciously molten.
Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, or any hotter, Jesse’s kiss changed into something more brutal. Hungrier. A small, subtle shift had taken place, one she didn’t recognize until it was too late. His mouth suddenly crushed over hers. His tongue pressed for entry, sweeping in with long, stabbing strokes. Cock pulsing inside her, he began to deliver deep, punishing strokes that jarred her bones.
Gentleness was over. It was time to get down to the business of some serious fucking. He delivered thrust after punishing thrust. His balls slapped her against her ass with each bone-jarring, breath-stealing stab.
All Dakoda could do was hang on for the wild ride.
Jesse lifted his head. Wave after wave of hair spilled over his shoulders, a cascade of shiny black silk. Coils of glowing amber writhed in the depth of his gaze, sizzling with feral lust. “You may have had other men,” he growled, at the same time he delivered a vicious downward stab with his cock. “But I’m going to make sure I’m the only one you remember. From now on you belong to me.”
Dakoda half-gasped, half-moaned at the ferociousness in his tone. Cock buried to the hilt, his eyes burned with the heat of the predator. Jesse was no longer a man making love to a woman, but a predatory male on the prowl for a female. The instincts and nature of the cougar lurking inside his soul were driving him to claim and conquer her on the most basic, primal levels. He wasn’t just mating to procreate. He was mating to survive.
Jesse’s hips became a piston, slamming against her with deep, muscular flexes that drove his shaft as far as physically possible. His body collided with hers, each strike delivering a teeth-clattering jolt.
Pinned under his weight, Dakoda writhed helplessly, overwhelmed by the thrill. At the last moment, she arched up into him, taking a last body-shuddering slam.
Slamming down a final time, Jesse ground his hips against hers. Buried to the balls, his pulsing cock blasted liquid flame, filling her womb with a stream of hot semen.
Dakoda’s senses shattered into a billion tiny pieces. Energy rushed through her like a current, far too fast for her brain cells to process all at once. Climax arrived in its wake, an uncontrolled explosion of sensation rushing down an endless tunnel. It felt as if her insides were slowly tying into knots, the searing pleasure as pure and bright as a roll of shiny new copper wiring. Arcs of multicolored lights spiraled behind her eyes, turning her brain into a blobby mass. She felt like she was glowing all over, brighter and hotter than a star gone nova.
Clit singing out in delight, Dakoda threw her head back. A long, ragged squeal of unadulterated joy tore pa
st her lips. As she crested through level upon level of incredible rapture, it occurred to her that having sex with Jesse Clawfoot was going to be a very hard habit to break.
10
The feel of a warm body shifting against hers drew Dakoda from the depths of a slumberous inertia.
She opened her eyes, blinking sleepily at the unfamiliar ceiling overhead. Mind fuzzed with the remnants of strange, disjointed dreams and edged with exhaustion, she stared for a moment without any real focus, close to drifting off into the cocoon of soothing unconsciousness.
Her companion wiggled again, snapping her thoughts back into focus. Images of the last several hours flooded her memory, the previous day’s horrifying tragedy merging and mingling with the night’s sultry passion.
Dakoda sucked in a little breath. His sleek body radiated with feral heat. She could almost glimpse the raw power of the cougar rippling beneath his glossy skin. Her blood began to simmer. Her body ached for the feel of his naked skin sliding against hers all over again. Jesse made love with a fierceness unmatched by any man she’d ever known before. Sex with him was searing, a plunge into the richer, darker side of desire.
“Jesse…” she murmured. Through the last few hours he’d managed to distract her from the grim reality of their captivity, making love to her shamelessly and without restraint. He’d brought her to orgasm not one, or even two, but three magnificent, mind-blowing times. Every place he’d touched still tingled. Muscles she hadn’t used in ages ached pleasantly. It was the first time in her life she’d had such a good night in bed with any man.
Her mouth quirked down. Too damn bad they probably weren’t going to get the chance to do it again. Tiny slivers of light were beginning to creep through the narrow gaps in the walls. Dawn was breaking, and the day to come wasn’t at all promising.
