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  “Let’s go. ” He gripped her arm, his hand wrapping around hers like the gentlest vise as he pulled her to

  the motorcycle. “Payback time, baby. Let’s see how you like a different kind of throb between your thighs. ”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Unfortunately, she climaxed on the ride back to the cabin. Amanda was begging at that point, because the release did nothing to ease her, it only made her hotter. She knew what her body wanted. Knew what it craved.

  “Kiowa, please…” she cried out as he pulled her from the cycle and forced her to walk to the cabin door.

  Every jarring motion to her body was torturous pleasure. Her nerves were rioting, screaming out for his touch, his kiss, begging for ease. As the door slammed behind him, he turned, pushed her against it and slammed his lips to hers.

  Yes. Her mouth opened for his tongue before closing on it, drawing it, groaning at the heady taste that filled her senses and the pleasure that stormed her body. She arched to him, rubbing against his heat and strength as his hands buried in her hair, holding her still for the kiss that locked them together. Her hands weren’t still. She had waited too long, the throb of the powercycle between her legs had been like throwing gas to a bonfire. She was burning out of control. Buttons popped from his shirt, if she wasn’t mistaken material tore as she fought to get to bare male flesh. All the while, his tongue was pumping into her mouth, his heated growl stroking her senses as his thumb moved to caress the wound at her neck. She cried out into the kiss, as the subtle stroking motion of his thumb sent riotous fire streaking through her.

  His jeans were next. Her hands slid down his heaving chest, his taut abdomen, until she could jerk at the snap at the waistband of his jeans. Nothing mattered but touching him, being filled by him.

  “Not yet, you little witch,” he snarled as he caught her hands, jerking them above her head and anchoring them with one of his big hands.

  She opened her eyes languorously, staring back at him in drowsy passion as she licked the taste of him from her lips.

  “Are you going to spank me?” She couldn’t get the thought of it out her head. A wicked smile tilted his lips as he watched her with dark lust.

  “I should tie you down and let you suffer,” he retorted. “Let you see the agony coming, Amanda, if you actually manage to leave me. That would serve you right. ”

  “You’re killing me, Kiowa. ” She strained toward him. “Threaten me later, fuck me now. ”

  He growled, a low warning sound that had chills of pleasure racing up her spine.

  “You’re pushing your luck. ”

  “Then spank me and show me the error of my ways. ” She rubbed her breasts across his bared chest, gasping at the sweet pleasure of her shirt rasping the sensitive little nubs. His hand tightened on her wrists as the other hand moved from her head to the front of her shirt. A second later the sound of material rending nearly had her climaxing. Who knew it could be that sexy, having the clothes torn from her body in such a way?

  “Kick off your shoes. ” His voice was a hard, warning hiss of lust and danger. His black eyes were gleaming with hunger, his cheeks flushed with it, lips kiss-swollen and heavy with sensuality.

  Amanda kicked her shoes off slowly, using her toes to nudge the footwear off before kicking it away. The smell of sex, sweet and heavy, filled the air. Her arousal, his, they mingled to create a scent addictive and overpowering to the senses.

  His free hand went to her jeans then, pulling apart the snap before jerking the zipper down. His hand pushed into the opened flap as a ragged groan tore from her lips. His fingers slid between her thighs, two moving through her slit to tease the entrance to her pussy.

  “You’re so wet you’re about to soak those jeans. ” He leaned forward, his lips settling on the wound at her neck before his tongue licked over it.

  “Kiowa. This is cruel,” she whimpered as she strained against him, desperate for a deeper, harder touch.

  “You’ll learn not to disobey me, Amanda. ” He sounded stern, dominant. A rush of juices flooded his fingers as she gasped at the pleasure his voice brought, the thrill of defying him and enduring his punishment.

  A breath of mocking laughter sounded at her ear. “You think the pleasure will compensate for the punishment,” he asked her softly, his teeth tugging at her earlobe. “That a Breed male doesn’t understand how to make his woman submit, Manda? Do you think nature didn’t allow for such female stubbornness?”

  She bit her lip, shuddering in his grip then. She was straining in excitement, her oversensitive body so aroused she knew it would take very little to send her careening over the edge. His hand slid back, his fingers caressing from the entrance of her vagina to the straining nub of her clitoris but never giving her enough for satisfaction. Before she could guess his intentions he released her wrists, only to pick her up and carry her to the sofa.

  Moving faster than she, with her dazed senses could struggle, he had her jeans stripped from her body before flipping her over his lap.

  “Kiowa. ” She howled his name when his hand landed on the upraised cheeks of her ass. It burned with a fire that shot straight to her pussy.

  His hand landed again on the other cheek a second before his fingers dipped between her thighs, spearing through the thick juices that lay on her cunt and spreading them back.

  “There. ” His voice was hard, thick with hunger as he massaged the delicate opening to her anus a second before the third slap was delivered.

  Amanda jerked against him, crying out in pleasure as she felt the tingling warmth whip through her body. Once again, his fingers moved to her pussy, dipping into the unlimited well of cream that spilled from her body and drawing it back. This time, his fingertip sank into the tight entrance of her anus. She writhed across his lap, fire spreading from nerve ending to nerve ending as she screamed his name.

  “Stay still. ” He tapped her ass again, a bit harder in warning, but it only served to drive her deeper into the sexual madness consuming her.

  “Do you know how pretty you are?” he asked her roughly, his fingers dipping into her pussy again.

  “Your ass is turning a soft, soft pink, parting for me, giving me a clear view of this…”

  His finger sank into her tighter entrance again as he pulled her cheeks further apart, opening her, straining the muscles that clenched him.

  He pulled back, his finger slipping free, only to deliver another sharp caress to the rounded curves of her butt. It was thrilled, pleasure-pain, an incredible feast of the senses that Amanda knew, that mating heat or not, she could have never resisted.

  Kiowa’s calloused hand was sensually rough, the short, sharp smacks to her tender flesh burning through her sanity and making her wild, making her desperate. She needed him now. Needed his cock filling her, burning through her pussy as she erupted with pleasure.

  Then his fingers moved back to the wellspring of slick juices easing from her, drawing them back, lubricating the little hole between her buttocks so his finger could sink deeper inside her. She was impaled there again, fighting the unfamiliar penetration as her senses luxuriated in it. Fire bloomed in her anus, spread through her loins and wrapped around her straining clit. Then it was gone. She cried out, her hips bucking, pitching back as she fought to keep from begging for more. His hand landed on her rear again. Several sharp, stinging smacks that drove her close to the edge of release, leaving her teetering on the precipice and begging for more. Just a little more. Just enough to pitch her over.

  “Kiowa please…” she begged long seconds later, her butt burning, her pussy in flames as he paused to smooth his hand over the sensitive flesh.

  “Please what, Amanda?” he asked her, his voice dark and seductive. “Please don’t touch you? Please don’t pleasure you?”

  “No,” she wailed. “Kiowa please, it’s killing me. ”

  His finger sank into the tight little
hole again, causing her to press back to him, to drive him deeper inside her as her pussy rippled in impending orgasm.

  “Do you think it’s going to be that easy, baby?” he asked her, his crooning tone all the more savage for the dark sexuality in his voice.

  He pulled back before thrusting inside her again, moving his finger easily in the juices that now lubricated the tight channel. Amanda tried to spread her legs wide, to gain enough support to thrust back, to intensify the friction.

  He chuckled at her efforts before pulling free once again and setting her on her feet. Or trying to. Her knees were weak, her senses tuned too deeply to the sensual fires burning in her body so that he had no choice but to lift her in his arms as he stood up and strode to the bedroom. He tossed her onto the wide mattress, staring down at her with devil’s black eyes as he loosened his jeans. Leaving the material gaping at the front, giving her only a glimpse of his straining cock, he moved to the closet. When he turned back to her, she shivered at the sight of the ropes in his hands.

  “You think it’s going to be so easy, don’t you, baby?” he asked her as he bound her arms, then her legs, leaving more slack in the bonds than she had expected. “You think I’m going to drive you over the edge and have to deal with you running again?”

  “I won’t run. ” She could barely talk, let alone consider leaving him again. “I promise. ”

  She had decided that while staring into the lion’s eyes. Kiowa would learn, later, that she wasn’t the only one who was going to obey.

  “You promised before,” he growled. “What did you do, cross your fingers the first time?”

  She nodded desperately. Whatever it would take to get his cock inside her, she would do at this point.

  “Not that easy. ” The smile that curved his lips gave her a glimpse of the wicked canines at the side of his mouth and had her shoulder throbbing sharply in response to the thought of how easily he had driven her to madness when he pierced her flesh with them.

  She licked her lips nervously.

  “Uh-uh. ” He shook his head at her as he came to his knees on the bed. “Don’t lick your lips, baby, lick this. ”

  She opened for the flared, angrily flushed head of his cock. Her tongue curled over it, licked as her lips closed and she sucked it deep inside her mouth. The pre-come spurted instantly into her mouth. Honey sweet, spicy. She moaned, her eyes closing then opening quickly as the fingers of one hand captured a nipple and gripped firmly.

  She shuddered in pleasure, moaning around his cock as she began to suckle at it frantically. It was thick, wide, filling her mouth and her senses with a male strength just as addictive as the mating heat was.

  “God, that’s good,” he whispered, pulling back then thrusting easily between her lips again. “So sweet and hot, Manda. ”

  She stared up at him, seeing something in his eyes she didn’t want to acknowledge. An emotion, a depth that snared her and bound her tighter than any ropes created.

  She drew on him, her tongue swiping over the head as he retreated, her moans filling the room as he returned, her pleasure echoing around them with each small spurt of pre-come that filled her mouth. She was lost, and she admitted it. Hopelessly bound to this man and unable to escape. Her mouth tightened further as she arched to his touch, dying for the pleasure that whipped through her body, that made her blood sing in ecstasy.

  “Enough,” he groaned, pulling back from her lips, his eyes narrowing in dark promise as he lowered himself beside her.

  “I know what you like,” he whispered. “But how long can you bear it?”

  Chapter Twenty

  Kiowa had passed rage when he learned she had run. Pure fear had filled him, a part of his soul shattering at the thought of never touching her, never tasting her soft flesh again. She had, in a few short days, become every breath he took. The instinctive part of his brain had screamed out in denial, the human part of his soul had raged in pain.

  When he found her, kneeling in the dirt, that fucking lion no more than feet from her and wary as a caged beast, he knew then that he would have to do something, anything to convince her that life without him would break them both.