Page 59 of A Wolf's Treasure
He didn’t appear to hear her.
Or maybe he did and, lost in his memories, saw her only as the enemy. An enemy that needed to be taken out.
Ryanne felt the vibrations of her dark magic pulsing inside of her. She didn’t want to use it against him, but she would if it came down to her own survival. “Duncan…”
“No!” he growled. “No.”
His mouth crashed onto hers, forcing her submission until she opened for him and let him in. Until she let him ravish her mouth with lips and tongue and teeth.
Ryanne moaned. She couldn’t help it. The wildness inside of him spoke to her own dark nature, not in whispered sweet nothings meant to coax her passion, but with a dominate command she could not refuse and didn’t want to.
He broke off the kiss with a nip of his teeth that drew blood. “Ye have no’ broken me, soul sucker. And I will prove it tae ye.” Straddling her hips, he sat up and gripped the neckline of her thermal shirt. With a quick yank, he tore it in two, letting it fall to either side and exposing her bare breasts to his angry gaze.
Tilting his head to the side, he stared down at her for long moments. Then, with both hands, he trailed his fingers down over her collarbone and around the curves of each breast before taking them in his hands and squeezing. Hard.
He took the hard buds of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, tightening the clamps they made until pleasure and pain shot straight to her womb.
The air stuck in her lungs as she tried to draw a breath, her nails digging into his knees. By all the gods, she’d never been stared at so, like he wanted to rip her limb from limb and fuck her while he was doing it. If she didn’t keep her head about her, that very well may happen.
She had no more time to think as Duncan pushed away from her to stand and remove his boxer briefs. His manhood sprung free from a nest of dark curls, thick and long and hard.
Her thighs clenched and she felt a rush of moisture, her body preparing to accept him.
However, he would have none of that. Prying her legs apart, he ripped her underwear off, not caring when there was the distinctive sound of something tearing.
He stood over her, his chest rising and falling with fast, deep breaths and his hand wrapped around his length. As she watched, he slid his hand down and up, tightening his grip at the wide head. With a grin that was evil and satisfying, he grabbed her ankles. A quick twist and she was on her stomach.
Duncan grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto her knees so her ass was in the air. The remainder of her shirt was torn from her back. His hands were on her hips and she felt him probing at her entrance.
With a low growl, he pushed inside of her.
Ryanne gasped. She wasn’t quite ready, and it hurt. But if he heard her, he didn’t seem to care as he began to move, pulling nearly all the way out slowly only to thrust inside of her again hard. She gripped the sheets, hanging on for dear life. In no time at all the discomfort went away as her body stretched to accept him.
His hands squeezed her hips so hard she knew she was going to have the indentions of his fingers there for hours afterward. But she didn’t care. He may be working out his demons, but Ryanne was more than happy to help him do it as the little muscles in her lower stomach tightened. Reaching between her torso and the bed, she found she was wet with need. With her own hand, she helped her body find the pleasure it was seeking, crying out and pushing her hips back to meet him when her orgasm hit her.
Her pleasure only seemed to anger him more. A spine-chilling snarl sounded in her ear, his breath leaving chills on the back of her neck as Duncan crushed her down to the bed with his weight, pounding into her from behind.
Wrapping his fist in her loose curls, he twisted her head around. “Open yer eyes soul sucker, and look at who is fuckin’ ye now.”
Ryanne did as he told her, wanting more than anything in the world to give him the satisfaction he was seeking. It was little enough. Something she could do to help him. And she was happy to sacrifice herself in this way that brought them both so much pleasure.
As he buried himself deep in her body with a yell of triumph and she felt his seed pumping into her, Ryanne felt tears fill her eyes and shut them tight. Not wanting him to see.
To her surprise, he didn’t order her to open them again, but collapsed on top of her. Holding most of his weight on his elbows, his forehead fell to the bed beside hers. His chest heaved against her back and his hard breaths rasped in her ear.
She lay quietly with him still inside of her, enjoying the feel of their sweat-slickened bodies and wondering what she could say to fix what was wrong between them. Because Ryanne had no doubt he was still angry with her. However, she wanted more with this male than to be a vessel for his needs when he had demons to fight. She cared about him. And she believed, underneath all of this, he also felt something for her.
Eventually, he lifted his head and his hand loosened its grip in her hair, combing through the curls as he released her. “Ryanne.”
She tried to read his tone, but it was impossible. Lifting her eyes to his face, she sought more information from his expression.
When her eyes met his, his widened in horror. She quickly dropped them again, hiding them behind her eyelids and wishing like hell she could control the damn colors that spooked him so much.
But she was too late. Cold air rushed over her naked body as he practically leapt off of her. She rolled over, noticing his eyes rake over her.
“Och, Ryanne. What th’ fook are ye doing in here?”
He sounded angry. Disgusted. And a hole opened up in her chest as she tried to speak around the thickness in her throat. “You were having a nightmare.”
