When he came for her again she gave him a second to think he had her before she sidestepped, ducking low and throwing herself at his legs. He flipped. Son of a bitch did a perfect flip before turning and watching her with heated warning.

“Jeans go next,” he snarled as he came at her again.

She went down. His hands went to the snap and zipper of her jeans as he allowed her to fight. He wrestled them down her hips then gripped the legs and tugged as she abandoned the jeans in exchange for freedom.

Thong and a bra was all she had left on her body. She flipped around, coming to her feet, staring back at him as he tossed the jeans over his shoulder.

“I’m going to knot you, baby,” he told her, his voice hot and rasping. “Next time, you stay down.”

Her cunt was so wet she could literally feel her panties soaking with it. He rushed her again. As she moved to slide under his arm, he dipped, caught her and rolled with her until he had her on her stomach, his bigger body pinning her to the mat. His hand hooked in her panties as he gave a jerk.

Elizabeth screamed out in frustration as the panties snapped and a second later they were tossed aside. Her arms were stretched behind her as Dash locked her wrists in one hand. Then he pulled her up to her knees as she felt him working at his jeans.

“Mounted,” he growled. “Submitted.”

She struggled against him, almost throwing him off-balance as he released his cock from his pants. It was destructive being held this way, unable to fight him, unable to get away from him. The heat of it wrapped around her senses, making her body so sensitive that when his fingers smoothed over the slick folds of her pussy she nearly climaxed then.

“Like it, baby?” he growled as he positioned his cock at the entrance of her cunt. “God, I love having you like this. Restrained. Submissive. It makes my dick harder than it’s ever been.”

The steel-hard flesh nudged against her, a silky spurt of the pre-come jetting inside her. They both groaned. It was so warm, making her hotter, slicker, as he began to work his cock into the tight entrance, pushing her shoulders to the mat as he forced her legs to stay bent, her rump raised to his burrowing impalement.

“Damn you,” she panted roughly as she struggled against his hold, still fighting to get free, bucking against him then groaning roughly as it only lodged the thick head deeper inside her.

Oh, that was too good. The painful pleasure of the abrupt impalement had her nerves screaming, her clit throbbing in desperation.

She tugged at the hold on her wrists, wiggled her hips, dislodging him once then groaning fiercely as his hand connected sharply with the cheek of her ass. Okay. She liked that too much. He nestled his cock against the entrance again. She felt another spurt of fluid as he slid in. Pulling back he began to work his erection inside her once more. She dislodged him again. Dash chuckled. “Do you like being spanked, Elizabeth?” His hand connected to the curve of her ass again, causing her to jerk and moan heatedly. “I think you do, baby. I think you like having that pretty ass spanked. I bet you’ll like having it fucked even better.”

“Don’t you dare,” she cried out as his fingers slid against her anus. Thankfully, his cock tucked against the folds of her pussy once again.

“Do it again, Elizabeth, and I’ll take you hard,” he warned her. “Don’t play with me right now.”

And she was playing with him, tempting his control and she knew it. She wanted him hard and deep, wanted to shake that tightly held power he had over his own actions. He spurted inside her again and she felt her vagina relax. She struggled harder, laughing when he cursed, turning her hips to the side and dislodging him again as she bucked back, surprising him into releasing his hold on her wrists to keep from hurting her. She scrambled away from him, glorying in the hard growl that erupted from his throat a second before he gripped her hips and jerked her back. His cock pressed hard inside her again as a hard jet of fluid filled her a second before he pushed half the hard erection inside her with a swift thrust.

“Dash.” She arched, screaming out at the pleasure/pain as he pulled back then thrust deeper, then again, until on the third stroke he impaled her with every hard thick inch of hungry, throbbing cock.

“Oh God!” she cried out, fighting to relax around the engorged intruder as it moved back and thrust home again.

He thrust hard and deep. He was breathing roughly, his hands gripping her hips, working his cock in and out of her with surging thrusts that had her crying out in greedy lust. He was stoking a fire inside her that threatened to steal her mind, stretching her wide, filling her before retreating, only to open her again. Fire streaked up her spine; pleasure tore through her womb before arching along her body. Each time he filled her, groaning harshly as her pussy gripped him heatedly, her orgasm tightened in her belly. He was making few allowances for her now. The strokes were increasing in thrust and depth, powering inside her as she screamed out beneath him, twisting and thrusting back to drive him harder into the convulsing muscles of her cunt. They fought for the dominance of the act then, to see who could push the other further. To see if Elizabeth would explode or Dash would lose that last hold on his teetering control. She was determined to win.

As he plunged inside her she tightened her cunt, milking his flesh as he growled in resistance and pulled back, fighting her hold on him. She fought her own release, knowing if she came before he lost his own control then she would have lost that dominance in this act alone. The ability to make him need her above all things, to take her as he needed her, to accept her as his woman, his mate, able to accept every facet of his needs was imperative.

“Harder,” she cried out as he kept the thrusts timed, groaning with each forward stroke as though it were killing him. “Damn you, Dash. Fuck me harder. Now.”

She pushed back, not allowing him to draw from her, stroking his cock with the flexing of her muscles as his hands tightened at her hips.

“Lizbeth,” he moaned almost brokenly. “God, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She fought his hold, bucking back and driving him deeper, flexing around him as tight as she could bear as she felt him shudder behind her, felt his hands tighten convulsively on her hips as a tremor shook his hard body.

Elizabeth moved back harder, driving him deeper as she reached beneath her body, her hands finding and caressing the hard, tight sac beneath the base of his cock as a strangled groan filled the air and he lost all semblance of control.

He was taking her in hard, deep, fast strokes that powered into her as the jets of fluid fought to relax the desperately tight muscles of her pussy while she clenched further around him. She was going to climax. It was building in her womb, surging through her body as she lay beneath him, crying out, screaming his name as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

“God. Elizabeth…” He slammed hard and deep and moved to pull free again when she felt it happen. The tight stretching, the knot swelling midway up the length of his cock, filling her, locking into the rippling muscles of her pussy as she exploded beneath him. Her scream was torn from her throat as she felt his harsh explosions at the mouth of her womb, filling her, searching for fertile ground as she pulsed and exploded in her own release.

It seemed never ending. She collapsed to the mat as Dash followed her down, buried inside her, locked in the depths of her convulsing cunt as their bodies shuddered with each hard spurt of his semen. Sweat coated their bodies as they fought for breath. Dash’s head lay beside hers, his teeth locked on her shoulder from the moment his release began, his groans sounding more like feral growls each time his seed jetted inside her.

Finally, long minutes later, she felt the fierce swelling begin to ease, felt him shudder then pull free of her tight grip with a deep, harsh moan. He fell beside her, breathing harshly, his hard body trembling.

“I should spank you.” He gasped for breath as he looked over at her with rueful amusement. “I could have hurt you, Elizabeth.”

She laughed weakly. “Yeah well, you didn’t. ‘Could have’ doesn’t count.”

Her eyes closed. Damn, she was tired. So tired she could fall asleep where she lay. She let herself drift, darkness closing over her, feeling Dash beside her, comforting her, protecting her. Her body was replete, her mind, for the moment, at ease. It all combined to lull her into the deep, dark comfort of rest.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Dash made her wake up for a quick shower. He placed her in the bathtub, turned on the spray and washed her efficiently from head to toe as she watched him in bemusement. As though no one had ever bathed her. Her body was sweetly curved, lean and compact with firm muscle. To him, she was perfection.

Between her legs she had shaven her little pussy free of soft hair that was beginning to re-grow. It hadn’t bothered him, but he knew the stubble must be uncomfortable for her.

“Soap or baby oil?” He knelt at her feet as he spread her legs, cleaning her with the soapy rag, careful of her tender flesh and sensitive clitoris.

“What?” She shook her head.

“Do you shave your pussy with soap or baby oil?”

She flushed lightly as she cleared her throat. “Oil. Lots of oil. But I can do it.”

Something akin to panic flared in her eyes as he reached to the recessed shelf in the shower wall and drew down the bottle of oil he had brought for her.

“Shush,” he commanded roughly. “I do have to shave my face often, so I think I can care for one little pussy.”

Rinsing her quickly, he flipped off the shower and dried them both before laying a thick towel over the closed toilet seat. “Sit.” He pushed her down on the seat and knelt before her once again. Dash knew he didn’t dare linger in the job. Already his cock was engorged, ready to take her again. He spread the oil thickly over the folds of her pussy and proceeded to shave the silken skin, marveling once again at how delicate she appeared there to him. When it was free of any stubble and as soft as anything he had ever known, he reapplied a coat of oil to soothe the freshly shaved folds. Not a word was said. As she accepted that his mind was set on the job, she merely watched him, blushing faintly, but staying in the sprawled position he needed to access her pussy. She was going to be the death of him. Dash carried her to bed, tucking her in before moving tiredly beside her and drawing her into his arms. The woman had a power over him that shook him every time he realized how deep she was digging her way into his soul.

There was nothing like loving her, being so deep inside her he could feel himself sinking into her cells. The very mouth of her cervix had cupped his cock as he locked in her, shooting his semen into the dark, rich depths of her womb. He had never known anything like it. No matter how hard he tried to still the swelling, it overruled his control and left him gasping in painful pleasure as it locked him inside her. And now, it left him wondering what the hell he would do if anything ever happened to her. He was getting ready to lead her into a war zone. Into a hell that could destroy her if he couldn’t still the fury raging inside her. If he managed to keep her alive and she killed Grange in cold blood, he worried for her. Elizabeth wasn’t a killer. She could defend herself, just as he would expect her to. She could kill if she had to and survive it. But from what he knew about Grange, if she ever faced him, the other man wouldn’t push her to kill him. Grange would depend on her being weak. Honorable. If she killed him under those circumstances Dash wouldn’t think worse of her for it, but he feared what it would do to her. As he had told her, she would have to be the one to live with it. Dash sighed deeply at that thought. In another day or two, they would leave the cabin and get ready. He had a house set up not far from Grange’s estate and he would begin the nightly forays around it. Mike’s men were watching for Grange, tracking the security and getting information on the men he used as guards. Some might be vulnerable to bribes; it seemed Grange wasn’t well liked, even by his own men. Mike was working on information about Dane’s death, getting the case ready to go to a special prosecutor for Breed Affairs when they returned with the files Grange had taken from Dane. Cassie clearly remembered the thick manila envelope splattered with the dead man’s blood. Grange had been ecstatic as he read it.