A gust of wind hit the craft, and they spun sideways.
“Baby? Would you keep it on the proverbial road?” Logan called out.
Mercy looked over her shoulder from the pilot’s seat, her eyes sizzling. “If you want to fly, feel free to get your cute butt up here and do so. If not, be quiet.”
Garrett groaned. “Why in the hell did you give her flying lessons?”
Benny shrugged. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Yeah, he’d fought both Logan and Garrett over it. True, Mercy was a little reckless and wild, but if they crashed, they’d probably survive. Maybe.
She landed just a little off the landing strip, the end of the helicopter taking out one of Bear’s hangar walls. He jumped out first. “Logan? You’re paying for that.”
“I always do,” Logan said, as he stepped out and headed to the pilot’s door.
Benny grinned and slapped Garrett on the back. “We need to talk tomorrow.” Then he turned and ran through the woods to his temporary cabin. He stopped short, yards away, at the sight of Karma sitting on a porch swing beneath the overhang, bundled up in the darkness. “What are you doing?” Rain poured over him, washing away the blood and the hurt.
She slowly stood and set the blanket aside. Once again, she wore a long skirt with a sweater, looking so pure and innocent that it hurt. “Waiting for you.”
Waiting for him? Nobody had ever waited up for him. All his emotions coalesced, landing hard in his chest. His body was in motion before his brain caught up, and he was in her space, inhaling her sweet scent. “I’m not a coward,” he murmured.
“I know.” Pink tinged her high cheekbones. “I shouldn’t have called you that.”
“Oh, I was being a dumbass, and maybe I was afraid of the future. But it’s coming for us whether we’re together or not. The future can’t be stopped.” When realizations smacked him, they did so with a vengeance. “You’re strong enough to face it with me.”
Her head tilted slightly, and surprise lifted her eyebrows. “I know.”
“So do I.” He leaned down and kissed her, going gentle this time. She tasted sweet and like…his. “I want the future with you. No matter how long it lasts.” Who knew. Maybe they’d have forever. “I’ll try to be the right guy for the girls.”
“I want a future with you, too. You’re already the right guy.” She flattened her hands across his chest, not coming close to spanning the entire width. “I’ll make you happy, Benjamin.”
“You already do. There’s nothing else you need to do but be you.” He had some work to do with his females, but he was learning how to be a patient guy. He leaned down and kissed her again, lifting her up to her toes to go deeper, his entire being settling.
She pulled away. “I’m not alone. I mean, I have—”
“They’re mine, too.” He swung her up in his arms and carried her inside, kicking off his boots and striding toward his bedroom. “You know what this entails? It’s all or nothing, and I’m taking it all.” The brand on his hand burned in agreement, shooting up his entire arm. The beast inside roared.
“You can have it all,” she whispered, tangling her small hand in his wet hair. “You already do.”
* * * *
Her heart might explode from love and need. Maybe a little trepidation. Benny’s words were calm, but there was a primitive tension flickering around him, coming from him. She felt feminine and vulnerable, strong and desirable in his arms. He laid her down on the bed and lifted her shirt over her head in one smooth motion. Buttons popped and flew in every direction. Then her skirt and undergarments were gone, just as fast.
He pressed her back on the bed, and her hair feathered over the pillow. Then he looked his fill, fully dressed while she was naked. “God, you’re beautiful.”
She felt beautiful. Only for him. Maybe for everyone, but he was the only one she cared about. So she let him look.
“You’re mine, Karma,” he said, drawing his shirt over his head. The play of muscle and movement was all male. Strong and hard. His words were a vow with more than a hint of possession. Considering she was giving herself to him, all he spoke was the truth.
He removed his pants, and weapons dropped to the floor. His legs still carried bruises, but he didn’t seem to care as he placed a knee on the bed and hovered over her, kissing her ankles, knees, hip bones, breasts and chin on his way to her mouth.
The kiss was raw and passionate…all Benjamin.
She tugged on his hair until he lifted his head, looking like a predator whose prey was about to flee. “You’re mine, too.”
The smile that curved his firm lips warmed her way beyond her body. If she had a soul, he’d just taken possession of it, too. “Yeah. Definitely all yours.” His fingers found her, and as usual, she orgasmed almost instantly.
“Sorry,” she breathed, coming down.
He flipped her over and sank his fangs into her butt.
She yelped, half-laughing, as he turned her back over. “I forgot.”
He sucked a nipple into his mouth. “I didn’t.” He growled around her, and her body spasmed, needing more than she would’ve thought possible. Then his hands were everywhere. His mouth, his hands, his entire body surrounded her, taking her, forcing another orgasm through her.
She gasped. “That was fast. Sorry.”
“You said that on purpose.” He flipped her, bit her, and yanked her up onto her hands and knees.
She smiled, her heart thundering. “Maybe?”
He penetrated her, forcing her internal walls to yield, his grip firm on her hips. Her head dropped forward, exposing her neck to him. He grasped her nape, his unrelenting hand holding her in place. For him.
Her sex quaked around him, and her breath deserted her. She couldn’t move.
“You’re where I want you, baby,” he rumbled in her ear, his breath hot. Desperately hot. She tried to move back, to take more of him, but he held her in place. “My way.” Then he pushed all the way in, consuming her.
She gasped again and arched her back, barely able to do so with his commanding hold. It was everything. The mere idea that he held her in place, his hold unbreakable, gave her a sense of security she’d have to figure out later. All she could do right now was feel.
He pulled out, then powered back in, setting up a hard rhythm that had her breasts bouncing against the sheets. The warrior was in control, and she let him play, little sobs escaping as her need climbed higher and higher. Maybe too high. He was unstoppable, the pleasure he gave her edged with just the right amount of bite. Of Benny.