She trembled at the explicit words. She was fighting just to breathe. It was too sensual, too depraved, being held down as she was while Dash eased her ultra-tight anal muscles. Long minutes later, she whimpered. The bloated head of his cock pressed against the sensitive entrance as Dash tucked it tight into the small opening he had created. Immediately a hot, surging pulse of the pre-come shot inside her.

“Easy.” Dash released her hands as his own smoothed down her back, gentling her. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax for me.”

Her anus heated, sensitized. Suddenly, it seemed as though a million little nerves were whipping to life and they were pleading for his cock to surge inside her. The muscles began to loosen marginally, and she felt the head of his shaft sink in a bit more. For each small penetration, the hot fluid jetted inside her, easing her, making a way for him to work the thick head past the tight little entrance. She was on fire. She could feel her flesh stretching around his, cupping the throbbing head of his cock as the Breed fluid pulsed inside her, forcing her body to stretch, to accommodate the thick erection sliding into her untried anus.

“Dash.” Her fingers gripped the blankets; her ass raised for him as she trembled beneath him. She was

scared. The sheer domination of the act was overwhelming her as nothing he had ever done before had. She felt taken in ways she could have never imagined.

“Never again, Elizabeth,” he said as the head of his cock finally slipped in fully, popping through the tight anal ring as she bucked, crying out beneath him. “Never disobey me in such a manner again.”

“No.” She would have promised him anything then. What was more, she knew he would make certain she stuck to it.

The head of his cock was embedded in her now, throbbing, spurting inside her, filling her rectum with a heat she didn’t know if she could survive. His hands held her hips steady, his big body looming over her as he began to work the thick tip in and out of her. He was sinking deeper with each small thrust, stretching her further, creating a blooming fire in the depths of her ass that she could have never imagined possible.

With each ripple of movement inside her, the small channel accepted more and more of his erection until finally, she screamed out in pleasure/pain as the full length slid inside the tight depths. Elizabeth could feel his pelvis pressing into the cheeks of her rear, his hands gripping her hips, holding her tight against him as several more silky pulses of fluid filled her rectum. His bigger body was covering her now, his thighs holding her in place.

“This is mine,” he growled in her ear. “Mine to protect. To fuck. To love. You will never again endanger it in such a way. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” Elizabeth nearly shrieked.

She was impaled in a way she could have never imagined possible, her muscles easing around him just enough to send hard, fiery arcs of agonizing pleasure straight to her womb.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he told her softly, though his voice vibrated with a lust-driven hunger she had never heard from him before. “I’m going to fuck your sweet ass, Elizabeth. Because it’s mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to shelter. You will never again forget to take care of what’s mine.” He was snarling as he began to move inside her, a deep, growling sound of carnal greed that sent shivers racing over her flesh. Then she knew nothing but his cock driving up her ass. He pulled back until only the head remained before surging forward again, stretching her, burning her as she bucked beneath him, swept away by sensations she couldn’t imagine fighting.

She could feel the channel stretching, straining around him as each thrust sent another burning pulse of fluid jetting inside her, making each stroke easier to take, each impalement driving her closer to the brink of a release she knew would terrify her. He was groaning at her ear, fucking her with a hard rhythm, throwing her closer to orgasm as the coil of pleasure/pain began to tighten in her womb. Elizabeth couldn’t move, could do nothing but tremble under his heavy weight, crying out at each penetration, feeling herself being sucked into her own destruction. Streaking arcs of sensations tore through her body with each thrust, driving her higher, hotter, until it reached its zenith. She tightened around him, hearing his desperate moan as his thrusts increased. The slap of flesh, the sucking echo of hard strokes into the well lubricated tunnel of her anus and her own desperate, strangled screams heralded her orgasm.

Like a supernova, she exploded. White heat filled her as she felt Dash’s teeth grip her shoulder, felt him suddenly swell, terrifying her with the building pressure as she climaxed beneath him. Suddenly, she was climbing again. She could feel the fierce swelling pressing into the thin wall of flesh between her anus and her cunt, filling her pussy, causing the muscles to ripple against one another, as an exacting pressure tightened around her clit and she rocketed into oblivion.

It was devastating. The hard, agonizing pleasure was consuming her, ripping through her, streaking with hard, powerful shudders through her body as she bucked and writhed beneath him, her body consumed by a release that shocked her so thoroughly, ripped through her mind so swiftly, that before Dash had finished filling her rectum with his hot seed, darkness overtook her.

Long minutes later, Dash felt his cock ease, felt the agonizing heat and tight grip around his flesh relax and he pulled free wearily. He was more than aware that the final, violent orgasm that had ripped through Elizabeth had left her unconscious. Damn. He’d never fucked a woman into a faint in his life. He didn’t like having his mate be the first.

He dragged his body wearily from the bed and padded into the bathroom. There he cleaned himself, then wet a clean washrag and returned to the bed. He cleaned Elizabeth carefully, wiping away the semen and lubricating fluid that dampened her buttocks and thighs before spreading the delicate cheeks and washing the cleft.

Traces of his semen still spilled from the reddened little entrance. His eyes closed, remembering the brief glance he had allowed himself of her flesh stretching around him, hugging his cock like a tight leather glove and making him crazy to fill her with his seed. But he had intended to pull free instead. He had never meant to allow the swelling knot to anchor him in the tender hole. It had been her climax. When she tightened on him, holding him inside her as she climaxed, his brain had exploded. Before he could pull free, his cock had locked inside her, spilling his release into the blistering depth of her anus.

He was completely exhausted now. The emotional and physical demands had taken a toll on his body, and he couldn’t wait to lie down beside her and sleep. Returning to the bathroom he dumped the cloth into the basket there and returned to their bed. Pulling her into his arms, he grinned at the grumpy, less than pleased sound of her sleepy groan, but she snuggled into his chest, breathed out softly and continued to sleep.

“I love you, baby,” he sighed, kissing her head.

He loved her, but he swore if she ever did anything so stupid again, he was going to blister her butt with the palm of his hand. On the other hand, another scare like that would give him a stroke. Grange hadn’t been in the car Elizabeth had been checking. He had been in the one pulling in behind it. And he was watching for Elizabeth. He had been within a second of having her. The terror that had filled him when he realized that had been unlike anything he had ever known before. His arms tightened around her. What the hell would he do if he lost her?

Chapter Thirty-Two

“Remember the plan.” Dash cast Elizabeth a hard look two nights later as the team prepared to invade Grange’s estate. “We go in quietly. Grange will be in the study. Elizabeth, Merc and I will slip in, get the files, disable Grange and be on our merry way. Should be simple and easy. No problem. Let’s not create any.”

Three of Simon’s Ladies had managed to catch Grange’s attention earlier that evening and were now within the mansion, occupying the bastard until they could get in. Grange liked playing in his study, from what his young mistress had said. Her contact with them minutes before had confirmed he was now in the room with the women.

There were plenty of outside guards to keep Simon and the other three women satisfied hunting. The unit of soldiers that had come in to help was stationed outside the perimeters, ready to back them up along with the Tyler brothers and the other Feline Breed, Tanner.

Nods accompanied Dash’s orders, especially Elizabeth. She had no intentions of pissing Dash off again where a mission was concerned. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed the anal adventure he had given her, but the intensity of her orgasm wasn’t anything she was ready to experience again any time soon.

“Merc, you’re with me and Elizabeth. Let’s keep this as clean as possible.”

It was much cleaner than Elizabeth had anticipated. The two guards Dash’s men had bribed made certain the path they were using into the estate’s mansion was clear. The back door was unlocked. They moved into the darkened back hallway quietly and made their way to the foyer at the front of the house. Checking the well-lit area, Elizabeth watched as Dash turned to Merc and motioned him up the curving staircase. When the other man had made it safely to the top, Elizabeth followed suit. Joining Merc on the landing, they both stood ready as Dash moved silently up the steps as well. Timed perfectly. They stood tense, expectant, as the guard made his round then, shuffling drowsily through the foyer and into the kitchen.

As he disappeared, Dash gave the signal to move forward. The upstairs was a series of hallways and closed doors, with Grange’s study occupying the middle suite. They paused at the door, listening carefully at the tinkling laughter and Grange’s smooth, cultured voice from inside. Weapons ready, Dash knocked quietly. A careful pattern of small thumps that first resulted in silence, then a furious curse from Grange as the three women obviously made their move. The panel was jerked open quickly by Stephanie. Her eyes were cold, her expression bloodthirsty as they stepped into the room.

“Elizabeth.” Grange was sitting behind his big oak desk, hands lying carefully on top of the smooth, polished surface as Danica stood behind him, a knife at his throat. “How interesting. And I see you have friends with you.”

Elizabeth stilled her shudder of revulsion as she stared at the monster who had hunted her and her daughter for over two years. He was carefully groomed, his thick brown hair sweeping back from a face that could have been passably handsome if it weren’t for the jagged scar sweeping across one cheek and the glint of cold mockery in his hazel eyes.

“Yes, she does,” Dash answered with an edge of amusement as Merc closed the door behind him.

“Mercury Warrant.” Grange watched the big Breed with a glimmer of fascination. “How interesting.” He turned back to Elizabeth. “I guess you finally figured out what a little gold mine you conceived, darling. Dane wasn’t so pleased with the pup after all, was he?”

Her daughter wasn’t a pup. Elizabeth stilled her fury as she aimed her gun at his head. “I want those files.” She was amazed at the veil of ice that spread through her body. Her soul. “Now.”

Grange’s eyes narrowed as his gaze flickered to Dash.

“She could bring you millions. But not without help. I have the Breed semen…”

Dash laughed. “What you have is a joke compared to what I have.” He smirked. He turned, jerking the sleeveless T-shirt he wore over his shoulder to reveal the shadow mark. When he turned back, Grange appeared suitably impressed.

“Amazing,” he breathed. “Martaine swore the Wolves had been killed. I guess he was wrong.”

“I guess.” Dash sounded unconcerned, but Elizabeth had detected the shadow of pain that edged his words. “Give us the files you have, Grange.”

The other man’s thin lips quirked as Danica moved carefully away from him, content to let Dash now handle the control of their enemy.

Grange sighed. “I think not.” He smirked as he looked between Dash and Elizabeth. “Is she breeding yet?”