Breeding Call: Virgin Initiations (BDSM Erotic Romance) (Bred in Underfalls) by Arthur Mitchell Page B
Authors: Arthur Mitchell
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them in two.
Not a bear, she thought with relief. If only I could see him...
Jordan kicked her legs and fought to scramble away. The hunter was too quick, and he dragged her back by one hand, tearing at the hem of her dress with the other.
He jerked her back toward him, hard enough to send her spinning face first. Before she knew it, he was over her, leering down and smiling with a pointy, stubble-strewn chin.
“ You almost got away. I'll give you credit for that, but not too much, my dear. Do you have a name?”
Damn. I don't want to say anything, but I have to answer him by law.
In these woods, Nature's law was more potent than ever. Besides, he wasn't all bad – was he? She couldn't see his entire body, but she felt it.
The man was older than her, but there wasn't a sign of gray in his hair, nor a single wrinkle. If he were a woman, she would've guessed he was somewhere in his third decade, perhaps ten years older than her.
“ Jordan. Jordan Whiteshore,” she said, her voice a hushed tremble in the air.
“ Almost as beautiful as I expected. I like little rabbit better, though. Let's keep it at that. They still give you those charms meant to give you quickness and comfort, yes?” He reached out his huge hand and brushed her neck, feeling for the silver chain.
The rabbit's foot yanked above her breasts in one swift stroke. He held it a moment, turning it over and gazing down, as though he had found a rare stone he couldn't quite classify in his mind.
Jordan was breathing heavily, and her heart thudded when he laughed. His hands returned to her, reaching lower, down to the ripe breasts concealed beneath her deerskin dress. He pushed and prodded, skilful enough to make her close her eyes and sigh when he reached her nipples.
He rubbed her tips through the fabric. With every pinch and massaging whirl, Jordan was losing herself. She imagined she could sink into the soft ground beneath him, where the earth would pull her in and mate her with Nature, not letting her rise from the soil until Spring, fat and pregnant.
A sudden hardness pressed against her lower stomach, bringing her back to reality. She craned her head down with curiosity.
It took awhile to realize the source – his rod, the fleshy tool men used to mate. Jordan knew they grew thick and stony when they were preparing to couple, but she didn't think it would happen so fast.
Her eyes locked with his again. “Who are you?”
“ Axel Brush. Not that you need to know what they call me. Consider me a living boulder, just one more immovable servant of Nature's will.” He stared down with predatory hunger, until he could wait no more. Axel lowered his face, roughly tickling the soft nook below her chin.
Jordan opened her mouth and slowly released a stilted breath. He tested her ivory skin with tongue and teeth, painting her neck down to her cleavage with marvelous lines of wet heat.
Just when her legs began to open, expecting him to take her there, he stopped. Her head spun as he stood and jerked her close, up from the ground.
“ Not here, little rabbit. I haven't seen that fire – that innocence – in a woman's eyes for a very long time. We need to return to my hollow where I can give you a proper mating,” he said, pressing his hot breathing lips toward her ear. “Besides...I wouldn't dare give you up to another man, who may be lurking around any rock in this territory.”
She nodded, trying to understand his words. In fact, Jordan's head was still swimming. She looked up above them, where thick clouds were gathering, blotting out the shadows cast by the trees hugging the evening sun. The entire earth felt like a great curtain closing over them, until the dark lure of privacy became the only atmosphere she knew.
Mating Jordan
It was only a half mile to Axel's den, but Jordan wouldn't have found it, if not for his strong guidance. They arrived at a large, sunken burrow, a hidden home behind the tendrils of uprooted
Not a bear, she thought with relief. If only I could see him...
Jordan kicked her legs and fought to scramble away. The hunter was too quick, and he dragged her back by one hand, tearing at the hem of her dress with the other.
He jerked her back toward him, hard enough to send her spinning face first. Before she knew it, he was over her, leering down and smiling with a pointy, stubble-strewn chin.
“ You almost got away. I'll give you credit for that, but not too much, my dear. Do you have a name?”
Damn. I don't want to say anything, but I have to answer him by law.
In these woods, Nature's law was more potent than ever. Besides, he wasn't all bad – was he? She couldn't see his entire body, but she felt it.
The man was older than her, but there wasn't a sign of gray in his hair, nor a single wrinkle. If he were a woman, she would've guessed he was somewhere in his third decade, perhaps ten years older than her.
“ Jordan. Jordan Whiteshore,” she said, her voice a hushed tremble in the air.
“ Almost as beautiful as I expected. I like little rabbit better, though. Let's keep it at that. They still give you those charms meant to give you quickness and comfort, yes?” He reached out his huge hand and brushed her neck, feeling for the silver chain.
The rabbit's foot yanked above her breasts in one swift stroke. He held it a moment, turning it over and gazing down, as though he had found a rare stone he couldn't quite classify in his mind.
Jordan was breathing heavily, and her heart thudded when he laughed. His hands returned to her, reaching lower, down to the ripe breasts concealed beneath her deerskin dress. He pushed and prodded, skilful enough to make her close her eyes and sigh when he reached her nipples.
He rubbed her tips through the fabric. With every pinch and massaging whirl, Jordan was losing herself. She imagined she could sink into the soft ground beneath him, where the earth would pull her in and mate her with Nature, not letting her rise from the soil until Spring, fat and pregnant.
A sudden hardness pressed against her lower stomach, bringing her back to reality. She craned her head down with curiosity.
It took awhile to realize the source – his rod, the fleshy tool men used to mate. Jordan knew they grew thick and stony when they were preparing to couple, but she didn't think it would happen so fast.
Her eyes locked with his again. “Who are you?”
“ Axel Brush. Not that you need to know what they call me. Consider me a living boulder, just one more immovable servant of Nature's will.” He stared down with predatory hunger, until he could wait no more. Axel lowered his face, roughly tickling the soft nook below her chin.
Jordan opened her mouth and slowly released a stilted breath. He tested her ivory skin with tongue and teeth, painting her neck down to her cleavage with marvelous lines of wet heat.
Just when her legs began to open, expecting him to take her there, he stopped. Her head spun as he stood and jerked her close, up from the ground.
“ Not here, little rabbit. I haven't seen that fire – that innocence – in a woman's eyes for a very long time. We need to return to my hollow where I can give you a proper mating,” he said, pressing his hot breathing lips toward her ear. “Besides...I wouldn't dare give you up to another man, who may be lurking around any rock in this territory.”
She nodded, trying to understand his words. In fact, Jordan's head was still swimming. She looked up above them, where thick clouds were gathering, blotting out the shadows cast by the trees hugging the evening sun. The entire earth felt like a great curtain closing over them, until the dark lure of privacy became the only atmosphere she knew.
Mating Jordan
It was only a half mile to Axel's den, but Jordan wouldn't have found it, if not for his strong guidance. They arrived at a large, sunken burrow, a hidden home behind the tendrils of uprooted
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