Her hands gripped his hair as he licked her, then moved to her c.l.i.t, circling the hard, swollen bud, then suckling it into his mouth. Her hands clenched, her thighs tightened on his head. She could feel her body shaking, perspiration slickening her body further as she screamed out at him.

"Jacob," her voice echoed around her as she felt that her c.l.i.toris was about to explode.

His hands were hard on her thighs, his tongue a marauder as he stroked her higher, destroying her with her desperate need for release before he finally rose to his knees, holding her legs in hard hands, spreading her as he came to her.

"Mine." He stared down at her possessively, savagely.

Her hands reached for the steel hard strength of his c.o.c.k, needing it inside her, wanting only to encourage him in his possession of her. He grabbed her hands, forcing them to the cushions of the couch as he came over her, snarling down at her.

"Mine. Say it, Faith," he bit out, his canines gleaming wickedly above her.

"Prove it first." She snarled back at him. "Make me yours, Jacob, and then we'll see."

"You'll pay for defying me," he bit out. "Tell me now, Faith. Give me what I need, or I promise, I'll make you scream it before I give you your release."

He had no idea how close she was. If his tongue plunged inside her v.a.g.i.n.a one more time, then she would come, Faith knew. There would be no way to hold it back when his c.o.c.k surged inside her.

She licked her lips slowly, staring into his eyes as she lifted her hips, the ultra slick folds of her p.u.s.s.y sliding over his hot c.o.c.k in a long kiss. She felt him tremble, his body tightening further.

"Make me scream then," she whispered.

Chapter Twelve.

Jacob's eyes narrowed on her. Faith felt a thrill of excitement, of exhilaration as her challenge was accepted. Jacob was taller, stronger than she was. His instincts were more ingrained, more savage than she could ever attain. But here, she was just as powerful as he was. She could feel the head of his c.o.c.k, nudging at her c.u.n.t, throbbing at the tight entrance in its own demand as her juices heated it, the clenching muscles at the mouth of her v.a.g.i.n.a kissed it.

"Dangerous, baby." His smile was sensual, daring as he nudged the thick head closer, parting the narrow mouth of her c.u.n.t.

Her breath whooshed from her chest. He was so hot, so hard. She twisted against him, trying to drive him deeper, to trigger the climax boiling at the edge of ecstasy.

"Greedy, baby," he whispered, holding her hands to the couch cushions, resisting her twisting hips. "No, baby. Slow and easy. I want you to feel every inch of my c.o.c.k stretching that tight p.u.s.s.y of yours. I want you screaming for it, begging me to heed your declaration that you belong to me."

He would kill her. She had forgotten that he had learned the sensual, torturous arts of forcing erotic submission under tutors who made no allowances for innocence. She doubted her defiance did more than heighten his own antic.i.p.ation.

She licked her lips, staring up at him as he nudged deeper. A small measure only, causing her c.u.n.t to grip desperately, pleading, weeping its slick juices as it demanded her acquiescence to him.

His eyes narrowed as he watched her tongue, his hips jerking before he could control the response. Faith allowed her eyelids to drop slumberously, her head raising as she lapped at a hard male nipple above her. He groaned, and she could feel his muscles trembling as he fought for control. Her teeth raked the hard male flesh.

Faith whimpered at the need she had to sink her teeth into the muscle above it, to lick him, taste his skin again.

Jacob's growl was deep, animalistic, his c.o.c.k driving a tenuous inch inside her gripping heat. Almost. Oh G.o.d. She wanted to throw her head back and scream for more, to scream out her acceptance of his dominance and her plea for the hard, driving length of his c.o.c.k.

He reared back on his knees then, his eyes going to the slick lips of her c.u.n.t. Faith looked down, seeing his length, so thick it looked threatening, the mushroom shaped head buried between the lips, lodged in her v.a.g.i.n.a.

"Cheating," she groaned, falling back to the cushions as her legs encased his hips.

Her hands strained at the grip he had on her.

"I won," she announced. "No matter what you force-" She bit her lip, panting as she tried to bring him further inside her. "No matter what you make me say. I won." She forced the words past her lips, her head tossing as the desperate cry welling in her throat was forced free. "Oh G.o.d, Jacob-"

It was agony. She could feel the deep throb, the heat spearing into her, the rush of blood pounding in her c.u.n.t, tightening her, pleading with her to give him what he wanted, so he would give her what she needed.

"Does it matter how I win?" he asked her, his voice graveled, deep from his own arousal.

Faith's eyes opened, barely able to stare into the erotic savagery of his expression.

"Where is your victory?" she asked him, breathless, trembling from her need. "There is none with no resistance, Jacob."

His eyes narrowed further. His hips flinched, driving him no further, but forcing his c.o.c.k to caress the stretched muscles it now possessed.

"There is victory in the attainment," he a.s.sured her.

"Is there?" She ground her hips against him, succeeding in tormenting herself further, but also causing the flush that mantled his cheekbones to deepen as the pupils of his eyes flared. "Could I defeat you, Jacob?" she cried out, no longer able to still the urgency that pounded demandingly through her body.

She needed to touch him, to taste him. G.o.d help her, she would give him whatever he demanded for that alone.

His breathing was hard, heavy now. His own control becoming shaken. Tears rose in her eyes, her body surged with the knowledge of his dominance at this moment. His experience was more than she could fight. More than she could deny.

"Let me touch you," she screamed out finally. "Six years I waited on you. d.a.m.n you, let me touch you. I am yours. For now, Jacob, I am yours."

His c.o.c.k pulsed, buried inside her an inch deeper as he groaned out roughly, fleeting confusion crossing his face.

"Always mine," he whispered roughly.

"No." She shook her head, fighting the need to lie, to give him whatever he demanded, if only for the moment. "For now. Yours for now, Jacob. You cannot defeat what cannot fight back. Where is your victory? Where is the belonging when it is taken?"

She jerked against his hold, her legs tightening at the small of his back, fighting to force his c.o.c.k inside her, to feel the pinch, the separation of her aching p.u.s.s.y.

"d.a.m.n you," he bit out roughly, his voice darkened with exasperation and an arousal as hot as her own.

But he released her hands, his palms sliding up her arms then beneath her shoulders, holding her in a gentle vice. He lowered himself against her, his expression filled with a wariness, a hesitancy, as though releasing his hold on her was an alien concept. Alien and not entirely comfortable.

Faith wasn't about to give him time to rethink the decision. As he moved to hold her close, her hands flattened at his hard stomach.

"I want to touch," she cried out. "Touch as you touch, Jacob."

Her hand moved over the perspiration-dampened flesh, her hips undulating against him as a hard, tortured growl ripped from his chest. Her v.a.g.i.n.a clenched on the scant inches buried inside it, and though he refused to bury more of his length inside her, he allowed her hands to smooth down, over the tight muscles of his abdomen, lower to the damp width of his c.o.c.k.

Her fingers smoothed over the pulsing flesh as his hand moved to her breast, the fingers tweaking a painfully hard nipple. She arched, moaned for more.

"Give to me," he demanded. "I have not forgotten what you must pay to receive your pleasure, Faith."

The words were distant, a warning, a growling threat she chose to ignore. His release of her did more than free her hands. It freed the agonized, howling l.u.s.t that had been chained inside her for six years. Her mouth went to the smooth muscles of his chest, just above the dark, male nipple that had drawn her attention earlier.

Her mouth opened, her lips moving over the area, her tongue licking, flickering over the salty male skin as his head dipped closer and he licked the mark along her neck. Sensation piled atop sensation. Her p.u.s.s.y gushed, her c.l.i.t felt explosive as she arched to him. Then, unable to deny herself further, her teeth raked his skin, her canines sc.r.a.ping the flesh as his did similarly to her neck.

Before Faith could think, halt herself, or explain the compulsion, she allowed the sharp points of her teeth to draw blood, her mouth clamping to the wound as he jerked, cried out, his own teeth and mouth re-possessing the area he had marked at her neck. She could feel her body screaming, agonized cellular wails of an arousal so destructive she felt as though her head would burst. Her tongue swiped, her mouth sucked at the wound, the glands at the side of her tongue pulsing, releasing their moisture as her saliva was laved over the primitive scratches.