Aline Hunter - Enemy Mine

Emory appeared to be memorizing her features, watching her closely. His thrusts became more forceful, pushing her into the pillows. She tried to keep up the pace, allowing the hand on her ass to assist her. Each time he pulled away she felt empty, only to find completion when he slammed back inside. Her body grew warm, heat spreading from her belly outward. She recognized the tingling prickle in her muscles, knew she was coming closer to the bliss Emory loved to give her.

“Finish it.” She didn’t stop moving, writhing beneath him. “Bring us together. Make me yours.”

The tic in his jaw warned her that he was going to give her what she asked for. She braced herself for the pain, remembering all too well how the bloodbonding had felt before. He brought his hand between them, using his clever fingers to stimulate her clit. Within seconds she quickened, falling over the edge. This time her cry of release was a mixture of ecstasy and pain, created by the orgasm rushing through her body as Emory’s wolf seemed to slide beneath her skin.

Ignoring the molten fire in her shoulder, she lifted her head and pressed her forehead into his chest. It felt as though fur glided against her inner flesh, using enough force she worried she might actually shift despite Emory’s assurances she wouldn’t be able to. She felt hot but cold, as though ice were coursing through veins that were boiling. The smells she remembered returned, the multiple scents of wilderness and rain and wolf permeating the air. Her body stung all over, like invisible needles were piercing her skin. She closed her eyes, pain wracking her body, and felt tears winding down her cheeks.

Emory’s hoarsely whispered, “It’s almost over,” came too late.

In an instant—as though a light had obliterated the dark and left nothing but clarity in its wake—the sensations and smells evaporated. The pain vanished, exchanged for something else. A primal lust she’d never felt before surged through her. She didn’t want Emory sweet and soft. She wanted him to take her hard and rough, using all the carefully maintained strength at his disposal.

She didn’t understand why she pushed him away. All she knew was she had to get on her hands and knees, to tempt him to take her as he so desperately needed. It wasn’t a telepathic connection. Rather it was as though she could sense what he needed without being told, guided by an instinct she hadn’t possessed previously. It didn’t take much to get in position, her ass presented to him as she faced the wall, her hands clenching in the sheets.

His growl crept along her skin, ramping her excitement. “Fuck yes,” he snarled.

When he touched her, she did something else she didn’t understand—she started to fight him. Writhing and squirming, trying to get out of his grasp. He in turn slapped her ass, growling deeper and placing a hand on the back of her neck.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re mine, Mary. Tell me that you’re mine. Tell me that you belong to me.”

Inside, she screamed what he wanted to hear, so she was stunned when she snapped, “No.”

He clucked his tongue, applying pressure to her neck, forcing her head into the pillows. “That won’t do. If you want this,” he pressed his cock against her, rubbing the hard length of hot flesh against her pussy, “you’ll surrender to me. Right now, angel eyes.”

Two sides of her warred. She tried to get the words out even though something prevented her from doing so. Confused and frustrated, she finally managed to say, “Help me.”

“You’ll never shift but you have a part of my wolf inside you,” he said, keeping her pinned in place. “It’s fighting for control. You have to give yourself over to me. Tell me what I need to hear. Force the beast in you to its proper place. Tell me who’s in charge.”

She wanted to scream but she couldn’t. Her body betrayed her, continuing to squirm beneath Emory. “Y-you,” she stammered, forcing the one word past her lips. Once she spoke, she found it was easier to talk, the struggle within her diminishing. “You’re in charge. I belong to you.”

“That’s right.” He released her neck and ran his hand down the curve of her spine. “You do.”

This time when he moved behind her, his cock found its haven. He barreled into her, forcing her to take all of him. Stars spotted her vision, the fight leaving her body. She sank into the pillows, her arms going limp. Skin slapped against skin, each pump of his hips driving him closer to the edge. When he wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her back to his chest, she went willingly. Her knees rested on the outside of his thighs, allowing him to maintain momentum.

One hand cupped her breast while the other drifted to her sex. He took the moisture from her pussy and brought it to her clit, rubbing the hard bead. She didn’t think it was possible to climax again but she was wrong. Her body jerked, her nipples hard and pointed, the air cool against them.

“One more,” Emory ordered. “Give me one more, Mary.”

She focused on the sensations taking her over, immersed in raw feeling. His cock teased her, gliding in and out, stretching her with each return. Soon the tingles from her clit intensified, traveling to join the warmth in her abdomen.

“ Emory .” She moaned, concentrating on how good she felt, on how amazing it would feel when she came for him like this. Waves of fire crashed through her and she clawed at the hand he’d placed over her breast. She arched her back and thrashed, caught in a maelstrom that seemed to carry her through the ceiling and beyond.

His lips brushed her shoulder. Then she felt a sharp burn as his teeth sank into her skin. His cock jerked inside her, hot jets of semen bathing her womb. Goose bumps tickled her arms when he roared, the sound muffled by the skin trapped against his mouth. He didn’t stop moving, pistoning his hips as his cock surged within her a second time and another searing flash of heat followed. She didn’t let go of his hand, gasping for breath as he slowed and finally stopped.

When he pulled his teeth from her shoulder, she winced. He murmured an apology and started lapping at the skin, bathing the aching punctures with his tongue.

She was too tired to move when he shifted their bodies so that she landed on the pillows in a heap. He moved behind her and pulled her into his arms. She smiled and brought his hand to her mouth for a quick kiss. If she got to choose the path of her future, she wanted each day to consist of this. She’d cherish each and every moment, knowing she was fortunate to have the opportunity. Exhaustion sapped what energy she had left and she felt her eyes grow heavy.

“Any regrets?” Emory asked against the top of her head.

She had a lot of regrets, but not about what they’d done. The choices she’d made couldn’t be changed. All she could do was learn from her mistakes. And she intended to enjoy every single minute with the man in her bed. A man who belonged to her just as much as she belonged to him. A peace settled over her knowing that, an awareness that she would never be alone again.

She yawned, blinking to stay awake. “Only that it took us so long to get here.”

“I love you,” he whispered.

Even hearing those words couldn’t prevent sleep from taking her. Still, she managed to echo the sentiment before she closed her eyes.

“I love you.”

One Week Later

“Can I open my eyes now?” Mary asked.

A frown appeared on her beautiful face, her brows coming together. Emory suppressed a grin, holding a squirming bundle in his arms. She’d complained when he made her close her eyes before they went inside the barn situated on the back of Diskant’s property, impatient as he’d retrieved her gift.