Authors: Julia Keaton
He tore from her
suddenly, shocking her to stillness, turning her around and pushing her against
the wall at the foot of the bed. She planted her palms on the surface to
cushion herself, jerking in surprise as the wood cooled her feverish skin. An
astonished gasp escaped her throat as he nipped the back of her neck, branding
her with his lips, marking a trail around to her ear. She leaned her head
back, trying to get closer, trembling as the wet swath of his tongue cut a
shivering path round her neck.
He crowded her
against the wall, forcing her to lay her cheek on it as he slipped his hands
over her wrists and pinned them to the wall. He ground his groin into the
cleft of her buttocks, sudden and hard. She moaned at the forceful push,
gasping at the feel of his cod piece digging against that most intimate part of
her. Wetness bloomed between her thighs, leaving her uncomfortably aware of
how much he affected her.
A frustrated groan
rumbled from his lips against her neck as he ground into her again, building
that ache inside her. He clamped her wrists together with one massive hand,
easing the pressure on her backside. She felt weak at the size of his hands,
the strength he used to bend her to his will. His domination would be her
undoing, and certes, she wanted it.
His sharp intake of
breath against her neck made her shiver, and then he closed the finite distance
once more. There was a change this time, from cold leather to hot flesh.
“I can show you the
sins of flesh if you are eager, Alex,” he breathed against her neck, tickling
the fine hairs on her flesh.
She shivered,
wanting to say no, but wanting her exposure, wanting to know what it would feel
like to have his manflesh deep inside her. She said nothing, and her silence
seemed to spur him on.
His hips shifted,
rubbed against her. The rigid length of his manhood pressed into the thin
linen that covered her buttocks. The short hose felt as nothing compared to
the fire that radiated from his groin. With that same free hand, he dragged both
layers of hose off her buttocks, allowing them to hang down on her thighs.
The barrier gone,
he nudged his cock against the naked cleft of her buttocks, searching for a
hole. Heat curled in her belly, erupted through her veins like molten lead.
“Long has this
beast hungered for sustenance,” he growled harshly against her ear, his breath
teasing. “Can this sweet cleft appease its greed, I wonder?”
The sexual menace
in his words turned her knees to water. She felt close to fainting with the
desire whirling in her head. “There’s naught to feed it, my lord,” she
whispered.
He grasped her and
twisted, pushing her to the bed. She fell upon it, a surprised gasp escaping
her as he came down on her from behind, between her legs.
Oh God, no
.
She panted from excitement at what was to come, laying utterly still, digging
her hands into the mattress. He would find her out now. She almost welcomed
it.
The bed shook as he
shifted his weight behind her, and a sharp scent drifted to her nostrils. Alex
had no sooner recognized the pungent grease again, when she felt fingers spread
her buttocks and a cold substance spread across her anus.
“What are you
doing?” she cried, trying to raise up and twist away from him. One meaty hand
held her in place, kept her from moving as a thick finger rang the rim and
dipped suddenly inside, carrying with it the slick substance.
She moaned at the
invasion, jerking with surprise as he stretched her, working the lubrication
inside her tight hole. Could it be he still did not realize who she was, that
he’d not seen her woman’s sheath or the lack of a manroot? He curled inside
her, probing, and her womb clenched with a tremor of pleasure, wiping all
thought from her mind.
He grunted with
approval, slipping another finger inside her, stretching her more than she’d
thought imaginable. The inner muscles of her anus clenched on him, the
pressure easing as he stroked inside and out.
He withdrew his
hands as she relaxed to the feel of him. She smelled more grease, and then he
leaned over and urged her to her knees. He grasped her hips, bringing her back
against him. Something prodded her rear hole, pushing, pushing, moving inward
with slow, inexorable deliberation. Alex whimpered, digging her hands into the
bed as fire erupted along the tender rear muscles.
Bronson groaned,
relentlessly forcing his way inside her slick anus, coated with the grease that
would soothe his passage. Her muscles gripped him like a vice, resistant to
his invasion. She squirmed her bottom against his hips, near to undoing him.
He grit his teeth,
sweat popping along his upper lip, dampening his hair as he pushed forward,
past the fragile outer muscles and deep into the core of her anus. She cried
out as he sank to the hilt in her, grinding her rounded cheeks against his
groin.
Bronson held still,
reveling in the agony that gripped his cock like a silken hand. Her inner
muscles quaked, clenching and unclenching on his shaft, urging him to move, to
ram deeper inside her again and again.
More than anything,
he wanted to touch her slit, slip his fingers into her sheath and make her
scream in ecstasy. The bud in her folds beckoned his touch. He smelled her
arousal oozing down her exposed thighs. It took an inhuman strength not to
withdraw from her rear hole and pound into her sheath. He knew she would be
blissfully tight, that her juices would fire the pleasure aching to burst from
his loins.
His mouth watered
at the thought of tasting her honeyed cream. He wanted to nibble her breasts,
and he wondered quite suddenly of the shade of her nipples and how dusky her
folds. Did they swell for him, quiver for his touch?
He could take no
more—his cock bade him move, to drive into her. He dug his fingers into her
hips, holding her still as he slid his shaft from her hole, inch by inch. She
was crying, though whether in pleasure or pain, he could not know.
“Do you wish it to
stop?” he gritted out, his breath heaving in his lungs from the exertion of
maintaining control.
“Please,” she
whimpered, arching her back. “I must have … something….”
The pleading in her
voice was his undoing. He plunged into her again, feeling as though he would
die from the tight clench of her muscles, the gasps that tore from her throat.
He set a pace, his groin erupting in bursts of pain that bordered on pleasure,
hammering into her, shaping her to the length and breadth of his cock.
He stretched her
until Alex thought her flesh would tear asunder. His cock was unbelievably
large, and the bulb on the tip elicited tingles of achy pleasure throughout her
entirety. Her womb contracted at the nearness of his shaft, tremulous pleasure
piercing her belly in waves.
It was all Alex
could do to keep from collapsing as he slammed against her, into her. Her
buttocks were on fire, pain and pleasure mingling in an intoxicating mix that
rushed through her veins and left her drunk with arousal. She heard the slap
of his coddles against the narrow band of flesh that separated her entrances,
found the smacking sound and his groans of pleasure only heightened her own
arousal. She should not want this sinful intrusion. She should not grind
against him, searching, seeking some thing.
The sensation
neared her as he rocked inside her, increasing his tempo until her arms shook
with the forceful invasion. He seemed beyond controlling himself, beyond
thought of anything but the steady movement.
Something neared, a
sensation that vibrated along her very fiber, made her want to curl up with it,
stretch and reach, desperately climbing. Inexorably, it moved, creeping into
the bud hidden in her folds and the clench of muscles in her femininity.
She felt close to
it, almost close enough she could grasp it. A ragged cry behind her tore the
feeling away as he thrust a final time inside her. His shaft rippled, spurting
a hot fluid deep inside her. The heat made her toes and fingers curl, caused
her muscles to twitch in response, yet that sensation she was so eager for
eluded her. He emptied his seed inside her tight hole and withdrew roughly.
She felt his shudder against her buttocks and knew he’d found some sort of
fulfillment she had not.
Bronson collapsed
on the bed beside her, dragging her down to lay against him. She curled into
his chest, enjoying the heat of him, his hands stroking her back. She
steadfastly ignored the ache between her thighs and her enjoyment of his
sensual invasion.
“I never knew the
pleasure to be found with one such as you,” he murmured against her forehead.
Alex stiffened,
horror assailing her. Dear Saints above! After everything he’d done, he still
thought her a boy. Alex felt sick with her deceit, sick with the knowledge
that she’d turned him somehow. She knew not what she could do to resolve this,
and her heart ached to know that he might never want her in her true guise.
Her troubles with
the king and pending marriage seemed faraway now, lost to the feel of Bronson’s
loving and the brand of his mouth and manroot. Would she ever be able to
correct this matter? She feared not. She knew it shouldn’t matter. He was an
enemy of her family. She could only imagine what they would think if they knew
how close she’d come to the enemy—rather, how much he’d invaded her
intimacies. She was ruined, either way.
“Time wastes. We
needs must be on our way before the hour grows too late. Mine brothers must
surely know what we’ve done. There will be no appeasing them now.”
Alarm made her bolt
upright and free herself from his arms. “Will they slay me for trespass?”
He smiled at her,
looking infinitely younger and carefree. He’d changed somehow. Alex bit her
lip, fighting back her fears. “They will do nothing so long as I live, I
promise you that, Alex.”
“You said yourself
they thought I meant to seduce you.”
His mouth quirked
in a beguiling half-smile as he laid his head on one arm, bent as a pillow
‘neath him. “And so you have.”
“’Twas not all my
doing.”
“Nay. A devil
possesses me. I thought never to lay hands on a boy, but you seem more woman
than manchild.”
Blood rushed her
face. She tried to stammer out a reply, but could think of nothing to say.
“Do I offend your
manhood, Alex?”
“Nay, it could
never be so,” she said wryly.
“I thought as
much. Mayhap from this point forward, we can begin to explore this new side of
ourselves.”
Alex could feel a
faint coming on. This deception would never last. More than ever, she had to
be free. She’d created a monster in Bronson. Now she had two Blackmores eager
for her tail, both Bronson and Constance. The hunt would like as not fell
her. She was suddenly exhausted. All burgeoning pleasure had fled her, and
she wanted nothing more than to be alone, in her room and in her bed—if they
could subsist for so brief a time.
“Your lips distract
me,” he murmured, heatedly watching her chew her bottom lip. “If we do not go
now, I fear we shall not leave this night.”
Alex swallowed with
difficulty. She scooted off the bed, dragging her long and short hose up over
her buttocks miserably before he could see her nakedness. She felt sticky with
her arousal and his seed, and knew she must wash soon, or she would be in agony
for hours with the reminder of his claiming.
Instead of the warm
feeling she’d had before, she was cold now, for it served as nothing else but
reinforcement that she did not belong with the Blackmores, nor ever would.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bronson did not
come to her as he threatened, to begin an illicit affair ‘neath the noses of
his kin, for which she was eternally grateful. If she’d seen him again, she
knew she could not go through with her plan to escape.
All the night, she
tossed and turned, dreaming up ways to flee the Blackmore household. Finally,
before exhaustion claimed her, she lit upon a plan that excited her, and
brought forcibly home how little she’d paid attention to her surroundings.
On her first night
at Derwin Hall, the McPhersons had raided. Many were on foot it seemed. In
fact, she couldn’t remember seeing their horses, but regardless of whether or
not they’d had means of transportation, the fact remained that they must be
within a distance she could reasonably expect to walk to within a few day’s
time.