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Chapter Twenty
Kiowa had passed rage when he learned she had run. Pure fear had filled him, a part of his soul shattering at the thought of never touching her, never tasting her soft flesh again. She had, in a few short days, become every breath he took. The instinctive part of his brain had screamed out in denial, the human part of his soul had raged in pain.
When he found her, kneeling in the dirt, that fucking lion no more than feet from her and wary as a caged beast, he knew then that he would have to do something, anything to convince her that life without him would break them both.
So he used what he had. The pleasure he could give her. The heat that consumed her, and that little edge of pain he knew that made her senses skyrocket and her body convulse in release. What it did to him was just as amazing. Never had he known so much pleasure from simply the giving of it. The arch of her body, the glaze of perspiration over her skin, the sound of her husky cries echoing around them. It made each touch, each whisper of skin over skin more arousing than the most experienced touch he had ever received.
Driving her higher was all that mattered. Tasting her, pleasuring her, was his only concern. And damn if she didn’t taste good. His lips moved from breast to breast, suckling soft, hard, his tongue lashing at her peaked nipple as he stared up at her, watching as she slipped deeper and deeper in the sheer sexuality of the act.
She was coming apart in his arms, and he loved it.
As his mouth continued to torture and torment her tight little nipples he smoothed one hand along her inner thigh, feeling it tense as he came closer to the scalding heat of her pussy. His fingers slid through the shallow slit, a groan escaping his throat at the strangled scream that tore from her. She was honey sweet, hot enough to singe his senses, her heated scent making his mouth water for just a taste.
As he reached the engorged bud of her clit, he lifted his hand then patted the swollen mound firmly. Her hips reared up as screaming pleas filled the bedroom.
“Oh God, Kiowa, I swear. I swear…” she cried. “I won’t run again. I swear. Please do something…”
“But I am doing something. ” He was panting for breath, consumed by a hunger for her he had no desire to deny.
He patted her sensitive pussy again, knowing it would take very little to set off the throbbing trigger of her clit. She was so ready to come that even her pussy trembled with the need.
“Kiowa…” her voice dropped to a trembling, breathless cry. “I swear. I swear…”
“Shhh, baby,” he whispered, his mouth moving from her breasts to her damp abdomen and then lower.
“Just enjoy it, Manda. Just let me make you feel good. ”
His tongue circled her throbbing clit, the taste of her going to his head like the most potent drug. She was so sweet, so liquid hot and slick it was like plunging his tongue in melted sugar when he thrust it up the velvet confines of her cunt.
He knew what he was going to do. Not that he had planned it, or even really considered it until she had run from him. The moment he had realized she had entered the mountain and placed herself in greater danger, Kiowa had known exactly how he would imprint her submission to him in her mind, her heart. She was his mate. She was falling in love with him, he could see it in her eyes, feel it in her touch. She would come to realize that her heart as well as her body was bound to him. But until she did, she would learn his word was law where her protection was concerned. She was not strong enough to protect herself. She had no idea of the depravity of the world and those who would take her from him if they had a chance. He would not give them the chance, and neither would she. As his lips moved back to her straining clitoris, he plunged two fingers quickly into the weeping depths of her pussy. She exploded fast, arching and shuddering as her cries filled his ears. He gave her only seconds to peak and begin the gentle slide down before he moved away. Before she had the will or the mind to fight him, he loosened the restraints and flipped her quickly to her stomach. She gasped as he allowed his hand to fall to the smooth, rounded globes of her ass again. Damn she was pretty there, her flesh still pink from the earlier spanking, the small entrance to her anus flexing in response to the orgasm slowly easing through her body.
He lifted her hips, bracing her knees on the bed.
“Stay,” he growled when she would have lain back down. “On your knees, just like that. ”
Her legs tightened as she whimpered, arousal still thick in her voice.
“You will not endanger yourself like that again, Amanda,” he snarled, his hands moving to position her knees on the bed as he wanted them, angling her hips back, her rosy rear parting to reveal the ultratight entrance to her ass.
“Do you know what I’m going to do, Manda?” he asked her softly, crooning, his voice deepening at the thought of the pleasure to come.
“Just do it,” she cried out, her buttocks flexing.
He chuckled at the demand, moving his fingers along her saturated pussy to spread the honeyed lubrication back to the little hole.
He slid his finger in slowly, watching as it stretched her asshole, feeling his breath catch in his throat as she relaxed easily for him. He eased her slowly, one finger stretching and feeling her, then two, then three. At the third, she was gasping, her back bowing as her strangled cries echoed around him. Moving his fingers back, he edged closer, tucking the thick head of his dick at the tender opening.
“Kiowa…” Her voice was drugged, sensual as he pressed close, feeling the hard pulse of fluid that exited the tip at the feel of the tight entrance.
Instinct, Dash had told him. A biological, instinctive response to the female’s tight channels and the unusual thickness of the wolf and coyote breeds. Their dicks were unusually thick, though not abnormal. Without it, he could have never attempted what he knew he was going to do now. Hell, he had never attempted if before, had never known it would be possible.
“Kiowa. ” Amanda pressed closer, her voice breathy, dazed with the arousal straining through her. He had only kissed her once, deliberately. He wanted to stroke the fires of her lust, not the hormone that spilled from his tongue. He wanted to make her crazy, his touch, her need for it, driving her. His cock spurted again as he pressed deeper. She cried out as the fluid shot into tight, tense muscles.
“Talk to me, baby,” he groaned, hanging onto his control by a thread. “Tell me if you want it, Amanda. ”
“Yes. ” The harsh groan had his teeth gritting as he pressed deeper.
“Damn. You’re tight,” he panted, feeling the grip, tighter than any fist stretching around the head of his cock.
