"Yes, this is going to take all night." I drop my lips to the back of her shoulder and kiss her gently as I surge inside her, slamming my hips into her ass.
She shrieks and wiggles trying to find a more comfortable position, but my hold is too tight. I don't want her comfortable. I want her hurting for me so bad that she's a begging weeping mess.
I slam my hips into her, over and over, hitting her cervix with my cock and drawing screams of pain and pleasure from her. Even if I wanted to slow down, wanted to ensure her comfort, I’m past the point of reason. This woman has spent years teasing me. She didn't do it on purpose, but her mere presence was a constant reminder that the only thing on the planet I wanted for myself was the one thing I couldn't have.
Risking her hate wasn't worth it. Until now. Until Skye reached the point that she can accept me for who I am. And accept herself.
She stretches her hands out across the ground in front of her, moaning in ecstasy and undulating her hips enticingly as I continue to bury my cock in her silken passage. She’s so wet now that I glide easily in and out. I reach around to touch her clit, strumming my finger against it.
"I need to come. I'm going to come!" she shouts, panting like she’s running a race.
I take a fistful of her hair and drag her head back until she’s forced to go up on her knees, my cock still inside her. I hold her against my shoulder and drop my lips to her cheek. "Open your eyes, look at your kingdom."
I can't see her face, but I know the moment she opens her eyes, obeying me. Her head tilts down and she gazes at the city far below, gas lamps and fires lighting up the night like tiny fireflies laid out in a blanket across the city. Our haven tucked away safely for the night.
"Come for me," I growl in her ear, rubbing her clit hard enough that she tries to close her legs. I force them open, force her to take everything I'm giving her.
Her body tenses and as she reaches for the orgasm, I thrust up inside her while pinching her clit hard between my finger and thumb. She flings her head back against my shoulder and screams, her voice echoing off the mountainside. Her pussy spasms against my cock, gripping me so hard that she forces me over my own orgasmic edge.
As Skye melts in my arms, her orgasm continuing to ripple through her, I thrust one more time before shooting my seed up inside her. I silently beg my sperm to find their way home, to create the life that will bind her to me, bind us to each other.
As we both come down from the high of our shared orgasms, I lay her down on the bedding and wrap myself around her, stroking her face and tilting her chin so that she can watch the city lights. She sighs contentedly and wiggles back against me, pressing her ass against my flagging cock.
"I thought you said we were gonna fuck all night?" she says quietly, a hint of mischief in her voice.
I lean over and kiss her temple, trailing my lips to her ear and shoving my tongue inside. She gasps and shudders beneath me while I hold her down and explore this new erogenous zone. When she’s a moaning, melting mess beneath me I tip her face up to mine. "We're not done yet."
Thirty-Six
Skye
I wake up before Wolfe’s heavy hand can even touch my shoulder. I reach for my weapons, no words between us as he does the same. We’re both still naked, but that can't be helped. The immediate problem is more pressing than scrambling for clothes.
We’re lucky. Since there’s a cliff to our backs the enemy can't completely surround us, but that's the extent of our luck. If we don't watch our footing, we could easily go over the side in what appears to be an inevitable battle with an unknown enemy, judging from the shadowy forms moving through the darkness, surrounding our car.
If we hadn't been asleep, if we’d been awake and alert, we might've been able to gain the upper hand. As it is, neither of us are wearing protective gear. I flash Wolfe a grin, this is going to be fun. His lips stretch in some semblance of a smile and his eye gleams in the darkness. He feels the same.
A voice shouts at us, confirming what I’d already suspected. The people surrounding our small encampment aren’t Primitives.
"Give us the woman and we’ll let you go."
Wolfe looks at me sharply, a frown dragging his brows down. "Outsiders," he grunts with disgust.
I’ve always thought that Wolfe’s disdain toward Outsiders was funny. He's just as dark, dangerous and morally grey as any Outsider I’ve ever met, yet he seems to despise them. I suspect it has to do with my arrival in Sanctuary the first time around, when I was the prisoner of a vicious Outsider.
"No mercy," Wolfe says to me.
"No mercy," I whisper back.
Rule one when it comes to war, mercy will get you killed. Aim to take out your enemy with swift precision so there’s no one left to come after you.
Before the Outsiders can shout at us again, I answer back, “Why don't you come over here and get me."
My words have the desired effect as several men leap out of the shadows surrounding the vehicle and lunge toward us. Their attack plan seems to be to overwhelm us with numbers. If they knew how many zombies Wolfe and I have killed between the two of us, they’d come up with a better strategy.
Wolfe and I leap to our feet and start shooting. I immediately put a bullet through the head of the man nearest me. He’s standing close enough to the edge of the cliff that his body topples over the side.
Wolfe grabs my arm and drags me back, bending his body protectively over mine as guns go off all around us. I flinch, but nothing hits me. I realize right away that they don't want to kill me.
Slave traders. Having been sold once before, I now have added incentive to kill every man in this group. There's nothing lower in my opinion than a man willing to sell another human being into sexual slavery so he can gain a little coin and maybe a few supplies.
With the realization that they won't hurt me comes a surge of power. I wrench my arm from Wolfe’s grasp and leap in front of him, protecting him with my naked body. He growls at me to stay back, but I don't. Instead, I hurl myself into the fray, grinning like a woman about to eat her favourite treat, and start slashing anyone stupid enough to think they can put hands on me.
The element of surprise is now on my side as men rarely think that women can fight and fight well. I duck under the guard of one man and plunge my long straight knife into his stomach at the same time as bringing my gun up to his chin and pulling the trigger. Blood splatters across my body. The force of the blast pushes him backward and my knife is free once more. I slash it around in time to catch someone in the arm. It cuts right to the bone and he screams in agony as I swing my leg up between his legs, crushing his balls and dropping him to the ground.
Someone lets out a roar that echoes off the cliffs around us, making us all freeze and sending goosebumps up my arms. When I glance over my shoulder, I realize it's Wolfe, letting out a battle cry before leaping on the men nearest him. Both are dead within the blink of an eye, their bodies hitting the dirt at Wolfe’s feet. I can see their blood gleaming against his skin in the moonlight.
The man on the ground at my feet swings a rifle around and takes aim at Wolfe. I let out a screech of anger and leap on him, knocking the gun aside and aiming my knife for his ribs, he grunts as it slides easily between two ribs, buried in his side. I bring my gun up, intent on ending his life, but he's better than that. With a swipe he knocks me away from him and I go flying into the side of Wolfe’s vehicle. I hit hard enough that the breath rushes out of me and I fall onto my hands and knees. A bullet whizzes past my head, slamming into the hood of the vehicle.