buildings.
“People will see,” she hissed, struggling to get out of his arms. He held her tighter and laid her on the ground, quickly lying on top of her before she could move.
“No they won’t. Not if we’re quick.” His mouth pressed against hers as his hands molded her breasts. One quickly reached down her stomach, past her shorts and touched her sex. He growled approvingly. “As I thought. Drenched and ready for me.” Willow couldn’t form words as fingers swirled her bud, tightening her body into a mass of pleasure. His fingers dipped down to curve inside of her. Willow bit her lip to keep from moaning but couldn’t stop the blush that burned her cheeks. She shouldn’t be this turned on. Shouldn’t be this hot for him with so little effort. It was embarrassing and, what was worse, as he thrust two fingers in and out of her, she didn’t even care. The dazed fog he always seemed to create came over her until her hands were clawing at his shoulders.
She had only a fleeting thought—not again—as a hot burst exploded inside her with the movement of his fingers. She moaned wildly and her body shook from the power of the orgasm he gave her.
“Your body cries for me, Willow,” he growled.
The waves were still pulsing, hadn’t yet settled, when her shorts and panties were pushed down roughly. A part of her knew he’d given her enough time to protest, to say something, but she didn’t. Her eyes slid shut on a sigh.
Then something harder, hotter, wider pressed at her opening. She barely had time to open her eyes before his cock was seated full and deep inside her. She moaned, flailing at the splitting sensations. Her hips bucked either to remove him or to keep him in, she didn’t know anymore.
His hands pulled hers off his shoulders and pressed them into the ground, holding her captive.
She fought against the hand holding her but it was useless. He didn’t budge an inch. He stayed deep inside of her, unmoving, and then his mouth slammed down to hers, his ragged breathing mingling with hers.
The burning mixture of need, anger, and lust inside her snapped, had her biting at his lips, sucking his tongue into her mouth, and kissing him every bit as hard as he was. He groaned into her and the sound was like a lover pinching her hard nipples. Amazing.
He pumped his hips. Hard and fast, dragging through her soaked, needy flesh with vigor.
All thoughts but of release left her mind. She arched into him, opened her legs wider, and accepted his whipping hips.
Their mouths ate at each other, hips fought each other, and then she was spinning so high.
Her vision faded, all she felt was the rippling, pulsing heat that slammed through her. He kept filling her with that hard shaft of his, pushing her higher and higher.
He groaned above her like his heart was being ripped out, and then he slammed in hard, thrusting as hot, jetting streams of come doused inside her, burning hot and thick against her walls. It shouldn’t feel good. It wasn’t supposed to, but she loved it. They both ground against each other, trying to prolong the contact as long as possible.
Willow’s body calmed. For the first time since her birthday, she finally felt deep
relaxation. A part of her wanted him to get hard again and do it to her all over again, and that scared her more than anything. He pulled away and they both righted their clothing. The burning on her face was even hotter now. How did he manage to lower her defenses so easily?
Well, she wouldn’t have it again. She tightened her body and steeled herself. Obviously refusing this man wasn’t going to be easy. She closed her eyes and schooled herself.
“We will have a wonderful life together, my Willow.”
Willow snorted. “Yeah, right. There will be no ‘we’. Ever.” He frowned at her and the stark determination in his eyes almost frightened her. It was almost easy to forget he wasn’t some normal man. He was a dominating Alpha and when he set his mind on something, he got it.
Too bad she was the same way, and she didn’t want him. She won’t be some man’s doormat.
“Well this has all been great, but I’m leaving now.”
“I don’t think so. You’ll come back with me to America now. I need to get back to my pack.”
Willow stood and thought quickly. “Yeah, you do need to get back. I’m sure they’re lost without their great leader.”
As he moved to stand, Willow grabbed his head in her hands and slammed her knee into his face. She heard the crunch of bone and winced. Surprisingly, guilt flared up and she wanted to apologize, but she couldn’t. Not when he was trying to take her away from her life of freedom.
Before he could move, she ran hard and fast.
Hours after she boarded another train, guilt still ate at her.
“It’s not like he won’t heal quickly,” she argued. The person in the seat across from her gave her a peculiar look so she turned away from them to look out at the moving scenery in the window. Okay, at best she broke his nose. It’s not like he didn’t deserve it. He had sex with her!
Dammit. She rested her forehead against the cold glass of the window. She did feel bad.
At least he was behind her now. He wouldn’t catch her next time. She just had to keep moving.
No more walking. Keep to public transportation and flights.
Because if he finally did manage to catch her, she might just do something stupid like go with him.
Chapter Twenty-one
Chloe woke up from a horrible nightmare. She’d been attacked and bitten by some nasty green demon. It’d cut her stomach open and she’d died while writhing in agony.
She sat up in bed, looking around frantically. It took a second for it to register that she was in Tyrian’s room. Well, she supposed she was making some leeway with him then.
Grimacing, her stomach tight with pain, she dropped her legs to the floor.
“What the...” She looked down at her stomach and gasped. Holy shit, it’d been real!
Suddenly, everything flashed in her mind, coming together like a puzzle. She remembered the incredible sex with Tyrian. Her hand fluttered to her neck. He’d bitten her. He’d told her about the crow brand on his back. He’d actually opened up to her. And she liked him even more now.
Dammit.
She stood from the bed, wincing. The door flew open and the man of her thoughts was there, a frown on his face. She loved that frown; it was so much better than seeing the passive, stoic look he usually had. She smiled at him and stumbled into his arms. His came around hers easily. She was definitely making progress.
“Wanna tell me why I feel like a baby trying to walk for the first time?”
“It’s from the trauma. You were poisoned by an idummi. Nanu saved you before any serious damage was done. You were given painkillers and a sedative to help you sleep. You are probably just feeling the after effects from that.”
“What kind of serious damage?” she asked quietly. His eyes widened. A dark look
flashed over them, and then she knew.
“I almost died, didn’t?” He nodded. Chloe gulped and looked away as tears pooled in her eyes.
“Lily is here.” The tears dried up just like that.
“What? How? When? I want to see her now.” She started for the door, but he stopped
her.
“You should not see her while naked.”
Chloe looked down at herself and grinned. She looked at the bathroom, which seemed
miles away and shrugged one shoulder. “I can’t do it.” Her legs were going to give out at any second she knew it.
“I will help you,” Tyrian said, his face pulled back into that unreadable mask she hated.
Chloe glared at him, wishing she could figure him out, then nodded. He scooped her up as if she weighed nothing and took her into the bathroom. He set her on the toilet before he started filling the bathtub. “Do you think you can bathe by yourself in the tub?”