She was tortured, tormented by the demand of his burrowing shaft into her tight hole. She bucked against him, feeling another hot pulse of fluid as he whispered a curse, his voice tight with pleasure. Her arms trembled as weakness flooded through her, the heat of the fluid at first burning, then soothing as he forged deeper.

Finally, he sank in to the hilt, his cock throbbing, held tight and hot by her ass as she writhed against the possession. She couldn’t halt the flex of her buttocks, but she reveled in Jacob’s hard cry of pleasure as she did so.

“Easy, Faith.” His voice was guttural, beseeching.

She couldn’t fight the lust surging through her though. It was hot and demanding, controlling her body as she moved forward, feeling the tight grip of her channel along the broad length of his cock.

Jacob groaned, surging back inside those missing inches as his hands tightened on her hips.

“I can’t control it—” he cried out, fighting for breath, his voice ragged.

“Fuck me, Jacob,” she demanded, her voice hoarse, the agony of her near ecstasy driving her past reason. “Damn you, fuck me now.”

Her muscles tightened on him again, as they did, she felt her cunt tingle, the thin separation between her anus and her vagina was no hindrance to the dual sensations attacking her. He was so thick, that even that entrance felt filled, his short strokes stimulating the muscles in her cunt, heating her.

She fought to follow his thrusts, to force a harder penetration until his palm landed with surprising heat on her buttock. She cried out, shocked at the pleasure the action brought. She wiggled against him as he pulled back until only the head remained. His palm landed on the opposite cheek a second before another pulse of fluid filled her and he surged in again in a hard stroke.

She was heated, slippery from his lubrication, from her own. Her cunt throbbed and the motion of his scrotum slapping against her only excited her further. She tensed then, fighting for the explosion she knew was coming, searching desperately for the release of fire and agonizing pleasure just out of reach. She couldn’t bear it much longer. Could not retain her sanity if it didn’t come soon.

His thrusts increased, his cock plunging up her ass, retreating, stretching her, making her insane with the hard bite of pleasure/pain that followed each thrust. She was close, so close. She heard him cry out behind her, felt another, harder ejaculation of his lubrication a second before his cock began to swell.

Faith couldn’t stop screaming. Heat, blistering, indescribable, struck the walls of her anus, her vagina, the very depth of her womb as she began to climax. The hard knot centered in a way that pressed into the walls of her cunt, pressing those muscles together tightly as she aided in a natural clenching that further locked him inside her.

“No,” she heard him cry out desperately behind her as the swelling increased, refusing him the option of pulling from her. The tight little jerks tore into her though, driving her higher as her body shook, shuddered.

Faith fell to the bed as Jacob followed her, his hips jerking spasmodically, his cock pulsing, throbbing. A strangled scream erupted from her throat as the hard jets of hot semen then shot into her ass. Deep, searing, driving her climax to yet another plateau as she could do nothing but tighten around him further, her body trembling, shaking as agonizing, brutal pleasure ripped through her repeatedly.

As the last spasms passed, she could hear him fighting for breath, gasping, his teeth locked on her shoulder as he shuddered repeatedly. Sweat dripped from them, dampening their bodies, the sheets beneath them. Faith felt her juices pooling beneath her, her swollen clit sensitized, but no longer throbbing in an agony of need.

Behind her, still buried in her ass, Jacob’s cock twitched, the tight swelling slowly decreasing as his teeth lifted from her shoulder, his lips now buried in her neck as his weight covered her. He should have been too heavy for her. His massive muscles should be driving the breath from her lungs, but Faith felt only contentment, warmth as he fought to catch his breath, to allow his cock to ease from her body.

“Faith?” He whispered her name as he brushed a tendril of hair from her cheek. “God. Baby, I’m sorry. Please. Please tell me you aren’t hurt, Faith.”

She could hear the fear, the desperation radiating from his voice as he eased his softening flesh from her.

“Hmm,” she whispered her satisfaction. “I died. Now let me rest in peace.”

There was silence behind her, then he eased her over, his hands, so strong and gentle as he turned her to her back.

She looked up at him, seeing his eyes, pale and filled with concern, his face creased with worry. She smiled weakly, her body felt boneless, so completely sated she had no desire to move.

“Lay down and sleep with me, or go away.” She yawned, breathing deeply as drowsiness began to fill her once again. “You can fuck me again when I wake up.”

Faith felt Jacob as he moved hesitantly from the bed. She opened her eyes again, watching him as he stood over her.

“Bath.” He cleared his throat rather hesitantly. “We both need to bathe. You’ll relax easier.”

“You go bathe—dammit, Jacob,” she cursed as he picked her up.

She assured herself she would have fought him, and made plans to do just that as soon as she regained her breath and her strength.

“Let me take care of you, Faith,” he said gently, staring down at her as he moved to the open bathroom door. “Stop cursing and fighting me. Just let me care for you. Just for now.”

And how could she deny him? Especially when she had dreamed of nothing more.

She watched in silence as he adjusted the water as it poured into the tub, which was big enough to hold three normal sized people. She might fit in there with him, she thought with a flash of amusement.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He turned back to her, holding out his hand to help her into the steamy water that slowly rose in the porcelain tub.

“Jacob, are you okay?” She frowned as she allowed him to help her in. “Of course I’m fine. I told you I was.”

He eased into the water, then drew her down between his thighs. Faith relaxed against his chest with a sigh. She was tired, ready to sleep the rest of the day away. It was rare that her body and her mind were relaxed enough for her to do so.

“You frighten me, Faith,” he whispered as his hands held her to him, his body encasing hers.

Her heart jumped in her chest. She held herself still, barely breathing, afraid of breaking the tenuous air of intimacy that suddenly surrounded them.

“I’m terrified of your innocence,” he said softly. “Your generosity and your emotions. You threaten everything that has kept me sane all these years. How would I live if I lost you now?”

She drew in a trembling breath. “And how would I live, Jacob, if I lost you?” she asked him, her voice just as soft.

She turned until her side rested against his chest, her head in the hollow of his shoulder. One large male thigh lifted to allow her legs room, then lay over them protectively. She was surrounded by his hard, male heat. Just as she had always longed to be.

One large palm held her head to his chest as he dropped a soft kiss to her hair. He was quiet, but his heart raced beneath her ear.

“I want to protect you,” he whispered. “And I can’t because I don’t have the strength to send you away, the will to do without you any longer. But I fear for you, and those fears could restrict you.”

She frowned, then tilted her head back to look into his face. He appeared uncertain, intense. His eyes swirled with emotions she knew he would never admit to, at least not yet, not right now.

She smiled up at him, and winked flirtatiously.

“It’s the Alpha in you. Don’t worry, babe, I’ll keep you on the straight and narrow. No restrictions unless I can live with them.”

She wanted to laugh at the shock that filled his now narrowing eyes.

“I am being serious here, mate,” he bit out.

“No, my love, you are trying desperately to excuse love with a need for protection. But that’s okay.” She patted his thigh comfortingly. “For now, you can get away with it. Now bathe me so I can sleep. You dragged me in here, you can wash me.”

She pulled a cloth from the small shelf behind him, and a small bar of soap from beside it. She slapped both in his hands and watched him expectantly.

“One day, you may not have the last word so easily,” he assured her, his voice a smooth, dark warning.

She merely arched a brow in amusement and restrained her laughter. He would come around, she knew he would. He had to, or else she knew she could never survive their future.

Chapter Twenty-Two

The alarm sounded again, just after midnight. Several of the perimeter’s alarms had Jacob and Faith jumping from the bed and jerking on clothes and shoes within seconds.

“Stay close to me,” he ordered her quietly as they grabbed revolvers and comm. links.

She didn’t speak, but the brief glance he shot her assured him that she was following his lead efficiently. The revolver was in a readied position at her shoulder, the comm. link attached securely to her head once again.

“Expecting someone?” she asked him, barely a breath of a sound as they moved quickly downstairs then into the foyer, edging along the wall to the slender, tinted double windows that looked out to the front gate.

Jacob grunted sarcastically.

“You there, Stygian?” His voice was soft as it came through the unit.

Faith knew they were expecting another attempt to breeze the security of the house, but they hadn’t been expecting it so soon. Whoever or whatever was out there was more than persistent.

“Can’t see shit, Commander.” Stygian’s voice was disgusted, angry. “I got the alarm the minute it came through, but there’s nothing out here.”

But they were there. Jacob could feel it. His trouble barometer was going crazy.

“No animals, no nothing. We found the tripped unit, and it’s definitely been tripped, but I’ll be damned if there’s anything around here,” the other Enforcer continued. “And I smell Coyote. Evidently the bastards are getting smarter.”

The Coyote breeds were smart enough as it was, Jacob thought furiously, they didn’t need to get smarter.

“Find them,” Jacob told him softly, his voice hard as he continued through the house, secure that Faith was covering his back. “Now!”

“We’re on it.” The link was broke when Jacob turned back to Faith.

“Cover my back. We’re in a shitload of trouble if the sound of those alarms are any indication.”

There wasn’t just one, it seemed as though every perimeter had been breached and the shrieking protest of the electronic devices were ear-splitting as they began going through the house, looking for any sign of intrusion there.

The house was clear. There were no breached windows, no sign of trespassers. Faith moved carefully behind Jacob, her back to his, her eyes covering every inch of the rooms they moved through.

As they entered the large ballroom, a shadow of movement from the corner of a window caught Faith’s attention.

“Down.” Jacob swung around, taking her to the ground as a round of gunfire erupted through the room.

“Son of a bitch. Stygian, where the hell are you?” she heard him curse as they turned their guns on the window, returning fire as they scrambled to a place of safety behind the thick oaken bar unit set off to the side.

As Faith reloaded her pistol, she moved to the corner of the bar, her eyes narrowed as she stared at the new entryway into the house. Her fingers went to the comm. link, pressing at several of the buttons until she found what she wanted.

“We’re fucking pinned down, Commander.” A dark baritone shouted into the link. “I don’t know who or what they are, but they came out of nowhere.”

“Coyotes.” Faith barked into the link. “You should be able to smell them. I can.”