Page 20

I moan without thinking when my pussy pangs viciously and a hot surge of heat floods my panties. My stomach muscles tighten to match the hard points of my nipples despite the mild warmth in the air.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he growls against my mouth. He detaches his swirling tongue from mine to roll down the column of my throat. “What has your pussy pulsing?”

He laps at the top of my right breast and the traitorous mound pushes itself higher for more, offers itself to the tongue he slips under the cup to flick my nipple.

“Warrick...”

My fingers catch in his hair. I tell myself it’s to stop him, but I’m only holding him in place as he hooks a finger into the flimsy fabric covering me and drags it down, baring the pink nub.

I watch helplessly as he traces the peak. As he flicks it. As he sinks his teeth and bites.

I cry out but still don’t pull away as he soothes the pain with a sweep of his tongue. I don’t stop him as he drags the other cup down and takes his time with the other nipple.

“You’re going to take my cock tonight,” he tells me simply. “I’m going to knot inside you and fill you with my seed.”

“No...” I try, I really try to sound convincing, but the image of his cum filling me has my knees weak, and I’m having a hard time thinking past it.

“You want it,” he says with every drop of confidence. “You want me to breed you, pump your little pussy so full you give me a baby.”

My knees buckle and his arms are the only things holding me up. The pussy in question throbs with unimaginable agony at the mere idea. It’s practically on the verge of climax and he hasn’t even touched me.

“Can’t.” I try one more time, one more desperate attempt for sanity when my body is ready to climb him myself and get the job done.

“You were created for me. Your body was made to take me. To pleasure me. To take my knot and give me babies, just as I was put here to love, protect, and worship you. You are my reason for living, little human.” His head lifts and I swear his eyes blaze even brighter as he peers down into my upturned face. “I have waited a long time to finally claim what is mine. Tonight, I will have you.”

I don’t think there is anything in the world I want more, but through the heady fog of desire, I remember Aiden, and all the reasons this would be so wrong.

“We can’t.” I somehow manage to break out of his hold and stand on my own feet. I stare up into his beautiful face with my heart in tatters. “I can’t feed you that way.”

I expect argument, or even for him to ask why, but the next second, his considerable height shrinks, and the world flips out from under me. The hard width of his shoulder slams into my stomach as all my hair flies over my face.

“Warrick!”

My cry of shock and outrage is ignored as he starts in some direction I can’t see from my upside-down position.

“Quiet,” he murmurs when I try to struggle. “No one is going to stop me from having you, and I won’t stop even if they tried.”

The audacity of those words has me kicking harder. I pound his back with my fists. I claw the hard tendons with my nails. I know it hurts him when he hisses, but he doesn’t stop me.

“Do you think a few scratches are going to make a difference? I expect you to tear my back open by the end of the night as you beg me not to stop.”

Blood already pools in my head, but it blazes hot at the implication.

“You’ll take me even if I’m not willing?” I counter.

“Never,” he says without hesitation. “But you’re not unwilling. Your panties are soaked. Your pussy is tender and wet. Your body is very willing, little mate.”

I hate that he’s not wrong. I’ve never been so ready for anything, but that doesn’t mean it’s right. He knows why we can’t. He knows everything about all of this is wrong.

He’s wearing my brother’s body. Aiden is still in there somewhere. In the morning, he will know what I did. And none of us know enough about this situation to know just how much of Aiden is still part of Warrick. Who’s to say it won’t be Aiden’s DNA creating those babies. I may not be the smartest person in the world, but I know that would be a horrible mistake. The fact that Warrick seems unaffected by the possibility only makes me all the more certain that I can’t allow this.

“Put me down, Warrick,” I snap.

To my surprise, he does. The world swings and I’m back on solid ground with him towering over me in absolute darkness. I think for a second I need to let my eyes adjust, but no amount of blinking brings anything but Warrick’s gleaming eyes into focus.

We’re too far in the woods. I don’t know how far in, but there isn’t a stitch of light anywhere.

“Where are we?”