Lawe's Justice (19 page)

Pleasure whipped across her nerve endings, sending sharp flares of sensation rushing through her system.

Fear fell back as the warmth of his body seemed to penetrate the chill that wrapped around her earlier. But it wasn’t gone. She wondered if it would ever go away entirely.

A shudder raced through her with the touch of his tongue, like a roughened rasp against the sensitive flesh just beneath her ear. In that second, the fear was gone and pleasure overshadowed every nightmare that had ever chased her.

Need was a sharp-toothed demon tearing at Lawe’s cock, but even that couldn’t hold back the animal senses that drew in the scent of his mate’s desire, the heat of her need, and the chill of her fears easing away beneath the onslaught of pleasure.

He felt the animal genetics rising to the fore inside him. Each Breed carried the genetics of the animal he possessed. Some carried their animals closer to the skin than others, and for some the animal instincts were impossible to control when mating heat rose and sank its claws deep inside the primal alpha-male core of his psyche.

The need for her was tearing through him. He tried to control it. He fought it. But in that moment, Lawe knew he had lost the battle.

Pulling her around, his fingers burrowed in the back of her hair. Gripping the strands, he tugged her head back and before he could think or consider his actions, his head lowered and his lips covered hers as instinct had him pushing his tongue between her lips and burying it in the heat of her mouth.

Finding her tongue he rubbed against it, feeling the glands beneath his as they began to swell and throb further, pumping the spicy heat of the mating hormone suddenly spilling from him into the woman the animal inside had chosen as his mate.

Lawe had heard of the animal part of a Breed male taking over. How it rose to the forefront of desire as the mating hormone began spilling from the glands to mix with the adrenaline, the hunger and the lust coursing through him and into his mate.

Now, kissing Diane, touching her, Lawe felt the exquisite bite of a need unlike anything he had ever known in his life. A pleasure he realized he didn’t want to miss, not anymore. That empty hole in his soul had disappeared. That dark, bitter, unknown pain that always lingered inside him had been easing away since the moment he realized what she was to him.

Holding her head in place with one hand, he used the other to caress the soft, heated flesh of her lower back, then along the rise of her buttocks.

Diane lifted against him, arching, a small whimpering moan leaving her throat as he felt her hands press against his chest, her fingers curling, nails rasping.

He was burning for her. The tiny hairs that covered his body seemed so sensitive, so brutally alive as she stroked against him that he swore they were directly attached to his nerve endings.

Hunger clawed at him. A sexual hunger impossible to deny, creating an urgent, intense wave of lust that had him only distantly aware of his actions.

Diane whimpered as the heated, unique taste of him spilled to her tongue, her senses and, she swore, her soul.

Spicy, sweet, like candied pears. The taste of his kiss was spiked with the most addictive elixir. The taste seemed to permeate every corner of her awareness.

And it made her hungrier. Made the need so sharp and intense she could only whimper in distress as it struck repeatedly at her clit, at the tender depths of her pussy.

Jerking his head back with another animalistic growl, Lawe tensed, the hard ridge of his cock throbbing imperatively. Still immersed in his kiss, Diane let her hand travel down his bare chest, his abs, until she was running her palm along the heated ridge of the heavy erection.

“God, Diane.” He palmed the back of her head as she pressed her lips to his chest, allowing herself a taste of the hard flesh that covered the tight, flexing muscle.

“You’re going to push me too far.” His voice was so rough it was animalistic, sending a wave of sensual pleasure rushing through her.

“It’s okay for you to push me?” Diane whispered against his sensitive skin before her tongue licked out to taste him once again.

She had to press her thighs together, the muscles tightening convulsively at the sight of the heavy flesh strained out from his body.

She couldn’t help herself.

She’d fantasized about him for so long. Since the night he had rushed into a Syrian camp where she had been held by her kidnappers, her leg broken, her face swollen, her collarbone fractured from the beatings she had endured.

She had taken one look at the savage features of a Breed she didn’t know from Adam, and for the first time in far too many years, she had been more than a soldier. More than a hired gun.

Bloody, in pain, certain she was going to die, and for one heart-stopping, irrational moment, she had been a woman and had wished she’d met him at time when she had a makeup bag handy.

A nice dress.

Heels.

And she had never worn any of the three since high school. She hadn’t found a chance to.

Now, with her tongue flicking over the salty male flesh, the heavy length of his erection throbbing beneath her fingers as she stroked along the thick shaft, that need was there again.

The need to be a woman.

To be Lawe’s woman.

It had always been there, but as the taste of candied pears filled her system, it amplified, bombarding her system with need.

“Sweet, sweet Diane.” He groaned, his hands fisting in her hair. “I’ve dreamed of touching you. Dreamed of fucking you.”

A moan whispered past her lips.

“I dreamed of having your lips on my dick, watching as I fuck your mouth, stretching your pretty lips.”

Her gaze jerked up, meeting his as his fingers tightened farther and began pushing her down. “Give it to me, baby. Give me your pretty lips. Wrap them around my dick as I’ve dreamed . . .”

Pressing her forward, pushing her to her knees Lawe watched as Diane licked her lips, parted them and leaned forward to take the thickly erect head of his cock between them and into her mouth.

Lawe froze immediately.

His entire body tensed, his fingers flexing in her hair. They tightened as she let herself become accustomed to the heated width filling her mouth, the fierce throb of power and life beneath her tongue.

Holding the base of the shaft with one hand, her fingers were unable to wrap around the thickness as she held the stiff flesh steady for each exploratory lick and stroke of her tongue.

It had been too long. It had been too many years since she had known the strength and heat of a man’s desire. And she had to admit, she’d never known a strength or thickness like the one that filled her mouth.

“Diane. Fuck, yes. Suck it, baby. Give me that sweet mouth.” Strangled, his voice torn, the pleasure in the hoarse, ragged tone of his voice had her tongue lashing beneath the sensitive crest with renewed hunger.

Each stroke was met with a fierce throb, a subtle taste of powerful heat and the male he was. He embodied strength and male hunger, and she found herself becoming intoxicated on it. She was nothing if not adventurous, if not courageous. If not daring.

If not determined to destroy herself by having this man and tempting a possession she knew would destroy her.

•CHAPTER 9•

Suckling the thick crest of the heavy cock filling her mouth as deeply as possible, Diane let her tongue rub and caress the underside with languorous pleasure. At the separation of flesh at the top of the flared iron-hard crest, she felt a heavy throb as it seemed to flex, expand and retreat.

Her heart beat faster. The knowledge of the barb located there, feeling its warning pulse, the threatening stretch of the flesh, stole her breath.

Rachel had told her about it, but details had been amazingly sketchy. Diane knew what to expect though, and the thought of it had her tightening the grip she had on him as she laved the area again.

“Ah yes, wildcat.” Lawe groaned above her. “So fucking good. So sweet. Sweet, sweet fucking mouth.”

He buried his hands in her hair and his fingers clenched in the thick strands. The slight pinch of the pulling action was more erotic than it should have been. It sent flares of incredible striking pleasure piercing her womb, clenching it as her clitoris throbbed in painful need.

“Suck it, baby,” he growled, the erotic rasp of his voice stroking over her senses as a whimpering moan vibrated in her throat.

She had had only two lovers, and neither of them had been vocal. To hear Lawe’s rough voice whispering encouragement, hearing the pleasure in it, had her riding the edge of orgasm and he had yet to even take her.

“Diane, sweet baby,” he whispered above her as she stroked the heavy shaft with her fingers, ran them lower and allowed the tips of her fingers to play over the smooth, silken flesh of his balls.

The fine, barely there, invisible body hair Breeds possessed was said to be as soft as silk beneath a woman’s fingers. It was softer, Diane decided as she let her fingers caress to his thighs. Almost like a downy pelt created for a woman’s sensory pleasure.

His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling at the strands as Diane swirled her tongue around the heavy crest of his cock, tasting the head and relishing the male taste of his flesh.

Each lick only seemed to make her hungrier for him. With each little taste, she swore she could taste the faintest hint of sweet pears mingling with the taste of his flesh.

It was an addictive taste. She wanted more. She wanted to fill her mouth with him, taste him, experience every ounce of pleasure that could be gained from it.

Between her thighs her clit was swollen, throbbing with furious abandon as need flooded her system. She could feel the muscles of her pussy convulsing, clamping together as hunger overwhelmed her.

Her juices flowed from the sensitive flesh, dampening the folds between her thighs and sensitizing her clit to the point that pleasure rode the edge of pain.

“Enough! God, Diane, not like this.” The rough edge of his voice had a shiver racing up her spine as his fingers tightened in her hair and pulled her head back.

“No. Lawe, please.” Frustration, need and hunger converged as strong fingers gripped her upper arms and pulled her to her feet.

Before she could protest further, his lips were on hers again, his hands sliding to her rear where he gripped her, lifted her, then turned and pressed her against the wall.

Lawe could feel his hands trembling, feel the control he prided himself on melting from the inside out. He was losing it. Losing it in a wave of heat and pleasure that made no sense, even within the bonds of mating heat.

He had his mate backed against a wall, her knees gripping his hips, the soft, velvety heat of her cunt rubbing against the shaft of his dick.

He could feel the dampness of her juices, slick and wet. He rolled his hips, the luxurious softness against his sensitive flesh bringing a grimace to his lips, baring his canines as he lowered his head.

He wanted to taste her. He wanted to touch her.

“Ah God,” he whispered just below her ear. “I need to fuck you, Diane. Like air, like breath, I need you.”

He felt as though he would die if he weren’t inside her soon. And at the same time, if he didn’t touch her, didn’t consume her, then he would die from that need as well.

He licked the soft flesh just beneath her ear and felt her breathing escalate further as her hips shifted, the hard little bud of her clit raking against his cock.

He rubbed his tongue against her, much as she had rubbed hers against the hidden barb on the heavy crest of his dick. A slow, tasting rub. A consuming caress that filled his mouth with the taste of her and the taste of the mating hormone. And both were similar. Both filled his senses with the taste of sweetened spice, of juicy summer pears causing him to nip the delicate flesh with a compulsive bite.

A moan rippled from her chest. A breathless little sound that tightened every muscle of his body as his fingers speared into her hair, his palm cupping her scalp as he turned his head to her lips.

He simply touched the soft curves with his own lips first, let himself feel her, breathe her air as she stared back at him with a vulnerable hunger that sank clear to the soul he had been trained to believe he didn’t have.

“I could consume you,” he growled against her lips as he licked them first.

Her lips parted, those incredible dark brown eyes opening, her lashes fluttering as her gaze met his.

This wasn’t the warrior who stared out at the world with such suspicion and wariness. This was the woman he would give his very life to protect. The one that made his guts tighten with fear at the thought of her facing bullets.

“You’re just staring at me,” she whispered against his lips as that steely determination he normally saw in her gaze flashed in for an instant.

“You mesmerize me.” It was nothing less than the truth. “You destroy me, Diane.”

Her lips parted to say more and Lawe found himself helpless to do anything but take advantage.

His tongue sank past her lips, finding hers as he felt the ache and throb of the glands beneath his tongue as it hit the warmth of her mouth.

That spicy summer taste filled his senses again as her lashes drifted closed and an aching moan whispered from her once again.

His free hand slid from her hip to the curve of her breast, turning to cup the delicate flesh as his thumb raked over a hardened nipple.

As badly as he wanted her kiss, he wanted that nipple too. He wanted to pull it into his mouth, lave the tender bud with his tongue and suckle her with an erotic hunger he felt he was starving for.

“Lawe,” she whispered his name as he felt his lips moving down the slender column of her neck. “This doesn’t change anything. I won’t let it. I won’t let you chain me.”

He nipped in retaliation, drawing another moan from her as he then licked the erotic little wound.

“It will change everything,” he assured her. “And I never wanted to chain you.”

It would change them both, whether they wanted it to or not. Just as it would chain them both.

Holding her slight weight to him, Lawe turned and bore her to the bed. Placing his knee in the mattress he lowered her to the comforter, his gaze narrowing as her eyes opened once again, staring up at him with a dazed pleasure that awed him.

He’d always pleased the women he’d had in his bed, he’d made certain of it. But seeing that look in his mate’s eyes had his stomach tightening and his cock swelling harder, impossibly larger, with a male pride that made no sense to him. He hadn’t even brought her to her orgasm yet. That pride should be saved for her completion, yet here it was, rising in response to the pleasure he was giving her.

Lifting his hips from between her thighs, he allowed his hand to stroke from the rounded curve of her breast then down her curved waist, to her hip, to slide between her slender thighs and the humid warmth between them.

Hot, slick, the moisture gathered on the silken folds of her cunt, lying thick and heavy, easing the way for his fingers as they slid through the narrow slit.

Her hips jerked, a small, throttled cry falling from her lips as her hips arched, lifting to him as he let just the tip of his finger circle the hardening little bud of her clit.

Silken, throbbing with arousal, the little nubbin reached out for his fingers as Diane’s hips twisted and writhed against his touch. The scent of her cunt, heated and female, drew him, making his mouth water for her taste as his lips moved from along her torso, easing closer to the humid dampness mesmerizing him.

Between his thighs his cock was a solid ache, throbbing against the comforter as he sought to draw as much of her in as possible.

His.

Mine.
The word echoed through his head in a primal thought, a silent roar of primitive possession as he let his cheek brush against the curls between her thighs.

Neat, feminine, barely shielding the soft folds, those curls were dewed with her juices, a sweetened elixir he was dying to taste.

With a gentle lick, a touch as soft as a breath, he licked over the droplets, feeling her still beneath him.

Not out of fear.

Out of anticipation.

A ragged, animalistic sound rumbled in his throat as he let his tongue ease into her slit, working up, gathering the wet silk to his tongue and tasting pure ecstasy as he drew it to him.

“Lawe! Oh God . . .” Diane arched, blinded by the surge of pleasure that tore through her system like a kaleidoscope of pure light and color.

Tightening her fingers in his hair she fought to hold him in place, the feel of his tongue, just a bit more of a rasp than human, caused electric currents to pop and zing through the little bud as they sent snaking fingers of rapturous sensation to attack her womb.

Back arching, her head thrown back, she bent her knees and pressed her feet into the bed as her hips pressed closer. She couldn’t get close enough, she couldn’t get enough sensation, enough pleasure building at just the right moment to send her surging over that edge of ecstasy awaiting her.

It was just out of reach. So close it tempted and tantalized as each stroke of his tongue threw her closer to that edge without allowing her to fly over.

“So good,” she moaned as a surge of heat pierced her clitoris, wrapped around it and burned with sensual flames. “Oh God, Lawe. I can’t bear it . . .”

She needed to come. Just once. Just enough to ease the ever tightening conflagration burning through her.

Instead, he stoked it, stroked her, and sent her racing into a storm of pure sensation while holding her back from the orgasm she was fighting to reach.

A rumbling moan of pleasure vibrated against the sensitive bud as she felt his fingers, the calloused tips stroking from the inside of her thigh to the swollen folds of her pussy.

She lifted again, her hips grinding into his lips as she fought to breathe, then held her breath as she fought for release.

A ragged moan, so unlike her, filled with pleading and with a hiss of agony and pleasure escaped her throat as she felt those teasing, tormenting fingertips at the entrance to her vagina.

Not just one, but two. Broad, strong, they rubbed and caressed as he pressed her thighs farther apart with his free hand. Spreading her legs wider she arched to him again, certain she couldn’t bear such an intimate touch without exploding in pure need.

Yet he managed to keep her poised on that edge even as his fingers began to stretch her entrance. Rubbing, caressing, easing inside her as Diane felt her juices gathering and flowing harder as the pleasure rose with impossible heat.

Rachel hadn’t mentioned this, she thought hazily as that imperative need began to burn brighter, hotter than before, higher than she could imagine it.

Mating heat.

Rachel had told her it was impossible to fight once it began.

She didn’t want to fight it. Unfamiliar territory rose before her, more dangerous than any mission she had ever attempted. Adrenaline raced through her system, sang through her veins and the taste of candied pears and spice filled her senses as she felt those broad, male fingers penetrate her with a sudden, dominant thrust.

Lightning. It rushed through her pussy, clenching the inner muscles with involuntary spasms as a cry tore from Diane’s lips. Heated and heavy, his fingers stretched her and sent a sensual pinch of painful pleasure through the delicate tissue.

Her juices flowed through the narrow channel as she writhed beneath him, working her hips to stroke the length of his fingers inside her as she relished the invasion.

“Lawe!” Crying out his name, she tightly wound her fingers in his hair again as she felt both of his fingers pull back, then push inside her forcefully.

One knee bent, her body suddenly desperate for more, fighting without conscious thought to slip over that magical edge of release, Diane arched closer. Tried to force his fingers deeper.

Lifting her leg back to prop her foot on Lawe’s shoulders, her hips worked on his fingers as he fucked them inside her. The rasp of his harder, rougher flesh against the delicate inner tissue had her nerve endings screaming with pleasure. Perspiration layered her flesh as the pleasure expanded inside her, racing through her veins, flaming through her. As his lips released her clit and only his tongue, just the roughened rasp of his tongue, began to rub, flicker and caress her with quick, driving licks, Diane felt the world itself begin to unravel.