“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 vagina one more time, then she would come, Faith knew. There would be no way to hold it back when his cock surged inside her.

She licked her lips slowly, staring into his eyes as she lifted her hips, the ultra slick folds of her pussy sliding over his hot cock 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 cock, nudging at her cunt, throbbing at the tight entrance in its own demand as her juices heated it, the clenching muscles at the mouth of her vagina kissed it.

“Dangerous, baby.” His smile was sensual, daring as he nudged the thick head closer, parting the narrow mouth of her cunt.

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 cock stretching that tight pussy 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 anticipation.

She licked her lips, staring up at him as he nudged deeper. A small measure only, causing her cunt 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 cock driving a tenuous inch inside her gripping heat. Almost. Oh God. 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 cock.

He reared back on his knees then, his eyes going to the slick lips of her cunt. Faith looked down, seeing his length, so thick it looked threatening, the mushroom shaped head buried between the lips, lodged in her vagina.

“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 God, Jacob—”

It was agony. She could feel the deep throb, the heat spearing into her, the rush of blood pounding in her cunt, 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 cock to caress the stretched muscles it now possessed.

“There is victory in the attainment,” he assured 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. God 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. Damn you, let me touch you. I am yours. For now, Jacob, I am yours.”

His cock 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 cock inside her, to feel the pinch, the separation of her aching pussy.

“Damn 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 vagina 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 cock.

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 lust 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 pussy gushed, her clit felt explosive as she arched to him. Then, unable to deny herself further, her teeth raked his skin, her canines scraping 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.

Heat built around her as Jacob’s mouth caressed her neck, his tongue cool, then hot, his mouth sucking at her as her hands went to his back, her nails digging into the smooth taut flesh as he suddenly cried out hoarsely.

His hips bunched, his hands caught her hips, then he was surging hard and hot inside her. Her body bowed as a soundless scream came from her throat, her head falling back from his chest as she fought for breath.

He didn’t pause. All control was gone, an inferno raged between them now. The sound of his cock plunging into the frothy slick tunnel of her pussy echoed around them as she fought for breath. Then his heated groans mixed with her desperate scream as his flesh raked the swollen bud of her clit and sent her body into a rioting orgasm so intense her teeth locked onto his shoulder. As the first pulse of her release began, she felt his teeth as well lock onto her shoulder as his cock began to swell, harden further.

The unbearable tightness grew, stretching her cunt tight, driving her climax so high, so hot her body felt blistered, singed by the surging wave of fiery pleasure/pain tearing through her. Her eyes were wide open, but she could see nothing but the bright flares of her body burning, exploding as the hard pulse of his cock echoed through her body. His hips continued to jerk against her, lodging the swollen shaft deeper as he released the hot, jetting streams of his sperm deep inside her clenching channel moments later.

His hands held her hips still as she shuddered and writhed beneath him. She was unable to catch her breath, unable to find a hold on reality as she spiraled out of control. Deep, hard explosions shaking her body, destroying her last grip on reality as he cried out her name, shuddering as hard in her arms as she did in his.

Then with one last pulse of his cock, one last hard tremor of her own release echoing through her body, Faith gave herself up to the exhaustion, and finally, the satiation of her primal lust.

* * * * *

The couch was wide, but still a tight fit with Jacob’s body. He turned on his side, holding Faith tight in his arms and finally rested against the back of the couch with a weary sigh. He was drained. So damned exhausted he didn’t really want to breathe.

She drained him to the point of no return. His lips lifted in a grin, surprising him with the lightness of the feeling inside him. He felt free, which was confusing to him. Even after the escape from the Labs, Jacob had never felt completely free. Until now.

He looked down at her sleeping face, his hand lifting so he could smooth his finger over the gentle flush along her cheekbone. Damn, her skin was soft. The finest silk, sheened with a satiny glow that never failed to mesmerize him. He loved touching her, feeling her against his body.

His hand smoothed back her hair, drawing several stray strands from her face. It was soft, thick and silky. Every part of her amazed him. To him, she was the most perfect creature God had ever assembled. And she was his. A small, compact little bundle of fire and heat that warmed every part of his body, inside and out.

He tucked her closer as he dragged the light blanket throw from the back of the couch and flipped it over them. He allowed himself to relax, his eyes closing as exhaustion claimed him. She was his now. He smiled as he slipped into sleep. He should have no further trouble from her, he thought in satisfaction. Surely by now she knew his dominance over her. She would submit as easily in all matters as she had in this one.

He frowned then. She had submitted, hadn’t she?

Chapter Thirteen

The incessant beeping of the phone finally roused Jacob from the deep sleep he had slid into. He rolled over on the couch, instantly missing Faith’s warmth, the heat of her body curled against him. Frowning, he looked around the darkened room, then growled as the phone refused to stop ringing.

His shoulder still tingled, a pleasurable warming, reminding him of Faith’s new bloodthirsty tendencies. Those cute little canines were sharper than they looked. But along with the tingle, he could also feel his cock thickening, hardening with the thought of having her beneath him again, locked tight and hard inside the snug volcano of her slick cunt. He would have to find her first. He frowned as he looked around the room.