Undeniable (6 page)

She shook her head and swallowed.

“Tomorrow,” he said, his voice deadly even, “you can test every one of my men, but for now there's the issue of how reckless you were and the chance you took. You need to think before you act, Kate.”

She tossed back her hair. “I have good instincts. I go with my gut on most things.”

“You belong to me now, and if there's one thing you're going to learn, it's to consult with me before you take off with one of your hair-brained schemes.”

Hair-brained?
Her back stiffened and her chin rose. She resented his tone and the fact that he was pretty much dismissing everything she'd accomplished to this point. She'd been the one to lead the ranch hands. Her instincts and her will had kept everyone on the ranch alive and together. If he thought a little hot sex was all it was going to take to keep her in line…

But now wasn't the time to argue. The look on his face said he was through talking too. “I don't know what you're thinking, but you're going to learn who's in charge here. If I have to fuck you morning, noon and night to keep you compliant, I will.”

She gave a short cynical laugh. “What? You think you'll wear me out?”

His hands closed hard around her hips and he pulled her up and off his cock.

Before she sucked in her next breath, he took her to the floor and stretched over her, trapping her arms and legs with the weight of his body. With a darkening look, he burrowed his cock between her closed legs, and his hands tightened around her wrists like manacles.

With his first hard thrust into the narrow space he'd made, he gritted out, “Every word, every thought, every action. Mine.” His cock crowded past her swollen lips and rammed into her cunt.

Even as her mind protested his heavy-handed tactics, lush, wet excitement exploded inside her.

“Say it, Katie,” he growled.

She shook her head, not wanting him to find her an easy conquest—and needing more of his violence.

His hips powered against her, and she wished she could lift her legs and take him deeper inside her.

But he kept her trapped beneath him, unable to move. The only resistance she could manage was squeezing her inner muscles around him—but he couldn't be halted and her grip only increased the friction.

“Say it.”

She shook her head, not wanting to let those words slip from her lips. He'd have to try harder.

His mouth slammed down on hers and his tongue stroked inside, matching the rhythm of his jerking hips as he drove into her, again and again.

Kate's breaths gusted in time with his thrusts and her back curved to force him off, but she only managed to abrade her nipples against his chest, and she groaned.

He dragged his mouth away and nosed under her chin, scraping her neck lightly with his teeth.

She shuddered.

“Say it, Katie,” he whispered into her ear.

With her legs closed and his cock squeezing between, she felt the fullness stretching her entrance, but couldn't get the length she needed, or encourage him to rub the delicious spot he'd found inside her.

His hips pounded at hers. “Say it, Katie,” he rasped.

She couldn't stand it, couldn't take it one moment longer. She had to have him deeper. “I'm yours,” she sobbed. “Please.”

He halted abruptly, and one knee nudged between her thighs, then the other.

Katie quickly wrapped her legs around his waist.

He leaned up on his arms. “Play with your tits.”

Not willing to argue when she was close to finally getting nailed the way she wanted, she lifted shaking hands to her breasts, spreading her fingers to let her nipples peek from between them.

His cock speared into her. “Pinch your nipples.”

She lifted her hips to meet his next deep thrust and squeezed the tips of her breasts.

Apparently satisfied she'd do whatever he commanded, he lowered his body, trapping her hands between them. His hands slipped beneath her bottom to bring her closer still and his fingers slid between her cheeks to trace her asshole.

Kate tightened in shock.

“You're going to take it,” he rasped. “You'll take everything I give you.” He lifted off her and rolled her to her stomach.

When his arm circled her hips to raise her bottom high, she rested her head on the carpet, surrendering completely to his will.

Her ass wasn't virgin. Sam had shown her that delight too. But she'd never felt so much pressure as the broad head of Ty's cock pushed against her resisting anus.

His hands massaged and spread her bottom wider. Spit dripped between her buttocks, and he rubbed it around her hole then brought his big cock back to try to enter her again.

She couldn't help the whimper that slipped between her clenched lips. It was painful. He hadn't bothered seducing her asshole into relaxing its guard. But she was hot for it all the same.

His thighs snuggled up to the inside of hers. “It's gonna hurt a little.”

She snorted. “Just fucking do it.” Her words were insubordinate, but her tone was thin and needy.

He pumped against her asshole, pressing hard, then backing off, before coming at it again a little harder.

Kate's back relaxed and she willed her ass to do the same, gasping when finally he breached her hole, and his crown crowded inside her an inch.

Out again, and then deeper.

She sucked air between her teeth as her ring and inner tissues stretched beyond comfort to accommodate his girth. “Stop.”

A sharp slap burned one cheek, and she reared up to aim a glare over her shoulder. “I wasn't saying no. Just wait.” She squeezed around him, holding him back.

His low groan told her how much her tightness pleased him. But he lifted his hand and spanked her other cheek, the sting sharper this time.

She tried to hold back her moan, not liking the fact her body loved this further proof of his command, but he drove it from her throat with a succession of slaps that warmed her bottom and had her writhing on his cock in moments.

“Never tell me no, Kate,” he whispered. “I can't be held off. Not when all I want to do is fuck you deep and hard and drink your cries.”

She sobbed, her body shivering—goose bumps rising on her skin at the bleak, hoarse texture of his voice.

Slowly, inexorably, he eased his way with shallow thrusts and sharper slaps, until his cock filled her dark channel to bursting.

He leaned over her back and kissed her shoulder. “It's gonna happen fast.”

“I'm ready.” A shudder rocked her whole body. “
Fuck me, Ty
. Any way you want.”

He rose up behind her and his hands settled on her ass cheeks, gripping her hard, lifting them apart to make more room for him to drive closer. He widened her stance with his knees and then reached around her waist. His hands slid between her legs, and as he slammed his hips against her ass, he pinched her clit.

Kate screamed, unraveling in a shuddering, gasping convulsion.

Ty hammered his cock deep inside her ass, plucking her clit all the while until she couldn't take the sensations slamming through her body one moment longer. Her head and shoulders slumped to the ground while he unleashed a storm—fucking her soundly, grinding her knees into the carpet, scooting her forward with the brutal force of his thrusts.

When at last, hot, burning liquid erupted inside her ass, Kate groaned and slipped into darkness.

Chapter Five

Even before he pulled his cock out, Ty was cursing himself and his lack of self-control. He knew he wasn't making the best of impressions on this infuriating woman.

She'd been reckless. Challenged his right to command her. His response had been swift, instinctive—and harsh. He'd wanted time to woo her before letting her see that side of him.

Kate McKinnon didn't understand the nature of the monster who had her by the tail—literally. He couldn't be led. Couldn't be
partnered
. It had to be his way for her own safety. For when he finally let her see his true nature, he had to be certain she'd never incite the beast inside him into violence. He might kill her.

When she'd stabbed him with the buckle, he'd come close to letting loose the beast. Quickly, he'd substituted one lust for the darker one—pushing her to the floor and mounting her, screwing her brains out.

But if the only way to get a handle on this woman was dominating her physically, sexually, he'd do it. A man had to do what a man had to do—especially if he wasn't entirely human.

She'd been clever to realize something was afoot. She'd just picked the wrong monster, and he wondered if she'd ever encountered his sort before.

“Did you really come to Tierney for me?” she asked quietly.

He lay on the floor beside her and pulled her into his arms, his belly to her back—perfect for him to continue groping her sweetly rounded breasts. He squeezed one small mound. “I couldn't leave you out here on your own.”

“That's not what I meant. You got to the sex pretty damn quick—like you'd been anticipating it. I could have been eighty years old for all you knew.”

“I knew you weren't,” he said, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, hoping to distract her. “I did expect you to be a bit older.”

“I'm twenty-seven,” she said, a hint of gruff defiance in her voice.

“That old?” At her snort, Ty smiled against her hair. She was prickly as a porcupine. “Your dad died ten years ago. You were seventeen?”

“Yeah. Just after the troubles started.”

That shut her down quick, but he needed to satisfy his curiosity about a couple more things. “When did you and Sam become lovers?”

Her back stiffened, but her nipples flowered against his palm. “Ten years ago.”

Ty could see how it had happened. She'd been young and alone when her father died and in need of comfort. Sam had been her rock.

Ty could understand it, and part of him was glad she'd had someone to turn to, but he was already predisposed to hate Sam's guts. “How's he going to take it? Your being with me?”

Her answering sigh had him tightening his hand on her breast, but he forced himself to relax.

Finally, she drew a breath, and said, “I'm sure he'll be disappointed, but I've never led him on.” She turned in his arms, her gaze studying his face. “What about you? Have you ever had a relationship?”

Wishing he'd turned the light off, he shuttered his expression. “None that ever mattered. I went into the service pretty young and moved around a lot.”

Her eyebrows drew together. “Well, that tells me a lot. You want the down and dirty on me, but you won't share.”

Ty frowned back, thinking he'd have been better off never opening this can of worms. He hated talking about his past. Hated even remembering he'd had a life before Davis. Choosing his words carefully, he replied, “I spent some time in the Middle East on my first tour. By the time I made it back, all hell had broken loose here. There was never time.” He picked up a loose curl of her hair and teased her nipple.

Kate's breath caught. “Why are you ready now?”

How could he tell her the truth? He needed sex almost as much as he needed sustenance—and the two were closely intertwined. He chose not to answer. Instead, he hooked his arm around her waist, bringing her body flush with his. “I need to check on my men.”

But he couldn't let her go. Not yet. Her warm, lithe body hummed with her quickening heartbeats.

Kate slid her thigh over his hips and pressed her sex against his cock. “This is all you came for, isn't it?”

Ty met her glance, but rather than giving her the words she wanted, he kissed her, sliding his mouth over hers. To shut her up. Not to tell her he already suspected he'd just been kidding himself.

He needed more than her warm body and the brilliant life force that filled her. If he'd been anywhere near ready to admit it, he might have said he'd loved her just a little bit after sharing those nighttime conversations that had left his body aching and his heart…opening.

When her hands once more surrounded his cock, he groaned and dragged his lips away. “Save that thought for later.” He eased away from her body and stood, picking up his clothing from the floor, never allowing his gaze to return to her slender form.

He dressed in silence, wincing when he closed the zipper over his swelling cock. From the corner of his eye, he watched Kate sit up and grimace.

“I'm a mess. I can't dress until I clean up.” She gave him an accusatory glance that told him he'd better do something about it.

Rummaging through a tall file cabinet, he found a pristine altar cloth and held it out to Kate.

“You've got to be kidding,” she grumbled, but swiped it from his hand and gave him a pointed stare.

It took a moment for him to realize she wanted privacy, and he tightened his lips against a smile. After all they'd shared, she could still be embarrassed? “I'll leave you to dress,” he murmured and let himself out of the office.

When he stepped into the hall, he found Diego leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. He straightened and gave Ty a sly look. “I would have tied her up. She's going to be a problem.”

Ty snorted. “Let's just get inside the ranch first. Did they find those guys?”

Diego nodded. “The team shouldn't be hungry for a while. We saved you a snack.”

 

 

Kate walked down the aisle between the pews. Many toward the end had been shifted against the walls. Army cots had been assembled and several of the men Ty had brought lounged in various stages of undress.

Shep sidled up to her, eating from an opened can of beans and eying the men around them with suspicion. He glowered when he caught her eye. “You sure about these guys?” he said, under his breath.

“I stabbed Ty in the hand with my belt buckle.” She shrugged, fighting the blush that burned her cheeks. “Nothing, not so much as a welt.”