strong hand over her full breast and rolled her tight nipple with his thumb. With a voice as smooth and powerful as distant rolling thunder, he observed, “You are enjoying my touch.”
Rage’s eyes fluttered back in her head as she gasped. The swirling rhythm he set rang through her body like the beat of a drum. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Oh yes.”
Moving too quickly for Rage to follow, Ripper swept her onto his bed. His pants were gone. So was her skirt. His silk shirt remained, open and hanging from his shoulders, but it didn’t get in the way. He was poised at her entrance, with her legs hooked behind his knees. Lying on top of her, Ripper propped himself on his elbows so he could toy with her hair. His sculpted abs and chest covered her.
Ripper lowered his head to her breast and dragged his tongue across her stiff nipple, shooting needles of joy through her entire chest. He glanced up at her. “Say you want me.”
Ripper only used the slightest influence of power on her, and she wanted Ripper to fill her body just like he was suddenly filling her soul. Her protections were gone. Forgotten. There was only Ripper. Ripper and his pain. His need filled her, becoming her need. Fulfillment hung so close and yet not realized. Rage whimpered, “I want you, Ripper.”
With a feral growl he flexed his hips forward, plunging inside her. Rage embraced Ripper so tightly she could barely breathe, let alone scream from the massive intensity of his body filling hers. With each slide, with each penetration he made her more his. His power left no shred of her unscathed. It was her body, her heart that betrayed her. Rage gave herself to Ripper just as he’d always wanted.
Ripper closed his lips around the pulse in her throat. As he moved like music in and out of her, he pricked her flesh and then licked away the seeping blood. His tongue probed at his bite marks to keep them from closing, but each lick and taste sent a flurry of excited chills through Rage.
Clutching to him, Rage could no longer contain the pleasure building with volcanic force. Her pussy flamed to life, gripping Ripper’s cock with her immense joy. She came for him in waves that lifted her against him. Cradling her head, he drew her mouth to his. He kissed her wildly as her body spent itself. The taste of her own blood was still on his tongue as he consumed her with his needful kiss. When his body convulsed with his own orgasm, he slammed himself vigorously into her and brought Rage a second time until she felt as if her soul turned into liquid and poured itself over him. Their united release flared their bonded blood, their connection as Offspring and master, opening a momentary door between their souls, revealing each of them completely to the other.
Their eyes locked as the mental connection slowly closed like an iris. Still hard, still inside her, Ripper said, “You love Caden.”
And she did.
He’d seen the truth at the very heart of her being that Rage hadn’t been willing to admit. What she’d refused to accept since Caden’s betrayal. Always had. Right or wrong, she always would.
As dangerous as it was for Ripper to know that secret, it was what she’d seen in his soul that surprised and worried her.
Chapter Five
At one o’clock in the afternoon, the clan house was as quiet as it was going to be. Most of the Kinsmen and Offspring would be sleeping away the daylight hours. But not Rage. On light feet, she descended the steps and made her way silently to the main floor. The stretchy, hip-hugger, black pants cut off just below the knee and didn’t rustle when she moved. Her soft tennis shoes made not a whisper on the deep carpet. The tee shirt was a tummy flasher, not extending more than a few inches from the bottom curve of her breasts where it clung. Nothing she wore would make the slightest rustling sound. She’d braided back her hair to keep it out of her face. While she told herself she just didn’t want to disturb anyone,
Rage’s eyes fluttered back in her head as she gasped. The swirling rhythm he set rang through her body like the beat of a drum. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Oh yes.”
Moving too quickly for Rage to follow, Ripper swept her onto his bed. His pants were gone. So was her skirt. His silk shirt remained, open and hanging from his shoulders, but it didn’t get in the way. He was poised at her entrance, with her legs hooked behind his knees. Lying on top of her, Ripper propped himself on his elbows so he could toy with her hair. His sculpted abs and chest covered her.
Ripper lowered his head to her breast and dragged his tongue across her stiff nipple, shooting needles of joy through her entire chest. He glanced up at her. “Say you want me.”
Ripper only used the slightest influence of power on her, and she wanted Ripper to fill her body just like he was suddenly filling her soul. Her protections were gone. Forgotten. There was only Ripper. Ripper and his pain. His need filled her, becoming her need. Fulfillment hung so close and yet not realized. Rage whimpered, “I want you, Ripper.”
With a feral growl he flexed his hips forward, plunging inside her. Rage embraced Ripper so tightly she could barely breathe, let alone scream from the massive intensity of his body filling hers. With each slide, with each penetration he made her more his. His power left no shred of her unscathed. It was her body, her heart that betrayed her. Rage gave herself to Ripper just as he’d always wanted.
Ripper closed his lips around the pulse in her throat. As he moved like music in and out of her, he pricked her flesh and then licked away the seeping blood. His tongue probed at his bite marks to keep them from closing, but each lick and taste sent a flurry of excited chills through Rage.
Clutching to him, Rage could no longer contain the pleasure building with volcanic force. Her pussy flamed to life, gripping Ripper’s cock with her immense joy. She came for him in waves that lifted her against him. Cradling her head, he drew her mouth to his. He kissed her wildly as her body spent itself. The taste of her own blood was still on his tongue as he consumed her with his needful kiss. When his body convulsed with his own orgasm, he slammed himself vigorously into her and brought Rage a second time until she felt as if her soul turned into liquid and poured itself over him. Their united release flared their bonded blood, their connection as Offspring and master, opening a momentary door between their souls, revealing each of them completely to the other.
Their eyes locked as the mental connection slowly closed like an iris. Still hard, still inside her, Ripper said, “You love Caden.”
And she did.
He’d seen the truth at the very heart of her being that Rage hadn’t been willing to admit. What she’d refused to accept since Caden’s betrayal. Always had. Right or wrong, she always would.
As dangerous as it was for Ripper to know that secret, it was what she’d seen in his soul that surprised and worried her.
Chapter Five
At one o’clock in the afternoon, the clan house was as quiet as it was going to be. Most of the Kinsmen and Offspring would be sleeping away the daylight hours. But not Rage. On light feet, she descended the steps and made her way silently to the main floor. The stretchy, hip-hugger, black pants cut off just below the knee and didn’t rustle when she moved. Her soft tennis shoes made not a whisper on the deep carpet. The tee shirt was a tummy flasher, not extending more than a few inches from the bottom curve of her breasts where it clung. Nothing she wore would make the slightest rustling sound. She’d braided back her hair to keep it out of her face. While she told herself she just didn’t want to disturb anyone,
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