C H A P T E R  F I V E

MILLER

My dick is forged steel. Sure, it’s been fucking hard ever since I laid my eyes on her, but nothing like this.

This kind of hard-on exists only for her. Well, in three months they’ve all been for her, but right now even my dick knows the universe is speaking and it’s saying that’s all mine. 

My mom used to tell me stories about the men in her family. Back then, I didn’t believe that shit. She told me the Rhodes men knew when they found their mate that it’s like a sixth sense and that’s it — there can never be anyone else. Since my father was missing in action, I took my mom’s name.  And now the Rhodes legend which I’d formerly dismissed, I now know to be gospel.

This acute awareness of her consumes me—that there is one woman for me, only one, and she’s right here. Right now. And there is no question left. I’m taking what’s mine.

I’m ready to gnaw her clothes off and fill her with so much cum she’ll be giving birth to a litter nine months from today.

My tongue pushes between her lips, and the taste of her has me seeing red, planning our fucking wedding. I swear to Christ.

Visions of her wearing white and saying “I do” fill my head like a long-lost dream.

Her tongue meets mine, and my hands fly to the back of her head. My fingers tighten in her hair, gripping and holding on for dear life. She tastes like sweet tea and fresh honey. The lust of summer mixed with the freshness of spring.

My erection nearly tears through the top of my pants trying to get at her. I wonder if she’s wet. The thought of it has me ready to nut in my pants.

The little moaning, gasping sounds she’s making as our tongues do a few laps with each other, back and forth, are music. My gut is tight. I’m already desperate to keep her here. To be sure she can never leave.

I pull back from our kiss, needing to see her face. To know she wants me like I want her.

Her cheeks have turned a deep, rose red, more than a blush, and her shimmering blue eyes are half lidded as I devour the beauty of her face. I loosen my grip in her hair even as my mind is filled with the image of me pressing her to her knees, her plump lips opening to take in every inch of my thick cock.

Fuck, I need this girl.

This is beyond wanting. Need. No doubt in my mind I need her in order to draw my next breath.

The tension in my muscles feels as though I’m holding a pose for the judges at Mr. Universe.

I can’t relax. I won’t relax. Not until I’m inside her, showing her just what it’s going to mean to belong to me.

Because she does.

She belongs to me.

“Wow.” She brings the back of her hand to her lips.

For a moment, I’m pissed because I think she’s going to swipe it across her mouth and wipe away the wetness of our kiss.

Instead, she presses her knuckles there, her eyes close for a moment, and she breathes long and slow. Her hand flips over, and she sets her fingertips to her lips, as though she’s holding our kiss in place.

Savoring us. I nearly come undone at the beauty of the moment.

“I have a single question for you,” I rumble, standing as close as I can to her without touching. Staring down as she gives me a wary look upward, waiting for what I’m going to say next. “Since that first day we met...”

I trail off, suddenly terrified I won’t get the answer I need. My chest constricts. I swallow hard and throw it out there because I have to know.

“Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me? Imagined me inside you?” I’m fixed on her face, watching for the truth there.

My bold question has her mouth dropping open, her lips quivering in an uneasy smile, but her eyes answer me with a twinkle, staying pinned on mine. The relief floods my body, even as blood fills every remaining micro vessel of my cock. It’s bent at a painful angle inside my pants. The length I know will fill her. The thickness will hurt her, but she needs to be mine in every way. I will be as gentle as I can, but even now I know it may not be possible to make it easy.

I want her like an animal. I want to keep her tied to my bed and fuck her until her belly swells and the only word she knows is my name.

“Yes,” she whispers, tugging her lips to the side.

So fucking cute. Damn, she’s perfect.

Her single-word answer confirms what I already know, and her hand leaves her lips, reaching out to touch the side of my face.

That’s all I can take. My arms are around her waist, swooping under her ass, kissing her again while lifting her.  Spinning us in a circle and before I know it, I’ve got back through the great room and close to where she stepped back into my life.. She weighs nothing, less than nothing, and I slam us so hard against the back of the front door a picture of me standing with Greg crashes to the floor.

Her legs are clutched around my back, locked in place. I press my hardness into her, digging my erection into the heat radiating between her legs, grinding us tighter.

“You have no idea what you do to me. What you’ve done to me since I kissed you that day.” I say watching the way her pupils dilate then contract with my words. “I hope you’re ready.”

“I hope you’re ready.” Her playful jab is paired with her hands at the back of my neck, pulling my face to hers.

We are nose-to-nose as I shift her body up and down against me. “I haven’t been with a woman in years. I now know why that is, why I’ve kept that part of myself locked away. I was waiting for you. Maybe that sounds crazy, Lela Marshall, but since that day I saw you, I’ve been out of my fucking mind.”

I grab a chunk of her hair and tug her head roughly to the side. The sudden need to expose her neck, to bite into her like a wolf with its prey overwhelms me. My tongue tastes her flesh, and then my teeth grab the soft skin and squeeze. 

Her yelp at the sting of my bite, the surprise, the lust, only increases the frenzy growing inside me. She tastes and smells like every dream I’ve had in the last few months. She’s driving me wild, but I still need more.

I need her to carry my scent on her from this day forward.

I need the world to know she belongs to me.

That I’ve claimed her.

Spread my seed on her from her locks of golden hair to the tips of her toes, inside her pussy, her cunt, and her ass. Have her swallow my cum for breakfast so she has me inside her all day. I’m going to fill her and cover her with me until there is no doubt who owns her.

Finally, I release her flesh from between my teeth, pulling back to stare at her. I could look at her forever. She’s a masterpiece, and I want to memorize every detail. I lean in, her back already hard against the door, pressing in further as I take a long moment to admire what’s mine.

Her eyes twinkle, and her plump lips curve upward. “Are you going to kiss me or just hang me on the back of this door like some old jacket?”

Her sassy smirk lights up the room and warms my heart.

“Oh, I’m going to kiss you, all right. But not where you might think.”

In one swift movement, I bounce her ass up, getting a better grip on her, my hands digging into the soft flesh.

Her erupting giggles flutter around the room like sexy butterflies as I lift and maneuver her until her thighs are on my shoulders. My face is positioned perfectly, centered between her legs where the scent of her cunt hits me like a sledge to the back of the head. I’m gone. A dark circle of wetness there nearly has me dropping to my knees.

I give her a few inches to lean back against the wall, centering her weight fully on me as I move my face closer.

I gather my composure just long enough to drop a hand to the side sheath pocket on my pants and take hold of the burl wood handle on my four-inch drop point blade. I bring it up slowly, letting her see the flash of silver, watching the look in her eyes, before connecting the blunt side of the knife with the outside of her thigh.

“I won’t hurt you.” I watch her face and see no fear. “I will never hurt you.”

Her eyes go wide when the cool metal connects with her skin and heads north. The thought of cutting her shorts off has a fire igniting inside me. I’ve dreamed of this moment. Tasted it.

Neither of us breathes as the first zip of the razor-sharp blade comes up and under the hem of her shorts.

“Be still,” I order. I’m a master with a blade, but if I were to harm her, I would never forgive myself. “Trust me, Pip.”

In a few strokes of my custom blade, her shorts are loose. I manage to scoot her around enough to tug them free, with just the red silk of her panties between me and paradise. I make quick work of those, exposing her gloriously, making her shiver.

“Pip?”  Her breathy voice is tipped with confusion.

I pause, then fill her in on her nickname.  When I’m done, the smile that blooms on her lips makes my heart sing.

“That’s perfect.” Her head falls back for moment against the wall as I watch her draw a slow deep breath.

When she looks back down, only then do I continue to move the blade.

I watch her eyes as I finish up with her shirt, leaving it hanging open down the front, then I set about the slip of her bra. One more cut and I return the blade to my pocket, all the while keeping her centered on my shoulders, her body secure and safe above me.

My left hand holds her sweet ass, steadying her as the other comes up and tugs at the remaining shreds of fabric until her body is free. The juice from her wet cunt shines on her outer lips, smooth, inviting, glistening like silk. A glimpse of the soft, inner pink folds reveals a masterpiece, and it’s just inches from my mouth. Both my hands settle on the swell of her ass, holding her firm and balanced as I prepare to make her mine.

“This is all mine, Lela, you know that, don’t you?” Both my hands are on her ass, pushing her into the perfect position, making her ready for me.

I don’t wait for her answer. I don’t need it. Her gasping moan is enough confirmation, filling me with an aching, pulsating lust that demands to be fed, and I push my mouth between her legs.

Her nectar is giving away her need, and it only inflames my rampant desire. To know she wants me, to know her craving is as desperate as my own insatiable lust has me ready to come apart.

I flatten my tongue and place it, solid and firm, over her clit. Working my face slightly back and forth over her sopping wet cunt, I open her outer lips with the center. Her flavor sets my taste buds ablaze. Memorizing her flavor as it fires through every nerve, straight into my brain.

My mouth will never be the same. Nothing will ever taste as it used to. The flavor of the finest food and wine from this moment forward will pale in comparison to this magnificence.

A low groan sticks in my chest as I take the first swallow of that sweet nectar. Letting her enter me like a poetic toxin. Something that could at once ruin me and make me whole all at the same time.

I pull back, desperately gulping air, remembering that I have to breathe. But every second away from her flesh is a tragedy. Without thought, I’m back on her, kissing her up and down before lapping my tongue deep and hard into her soaking folds, listening to the whimpering noise coming from deep in her throat, feeling the silky texture of those petals as her hands grip the back of my head and her body arches above me.

“Please...put me...put me down. You’re...going to hurt yourself holding me up here.” Her words come out in a breathy whisper, halting, unfocused, hitching as her body writhes against me.

I answer her by ramming my face as hard as I can between her legs, spreading them farther and hoisting her up and down easily in my hands. Rubbing her shoulders against the wall as my tongue flicks and loops around her swollen nub.

Her noises begin to come faster as I work my mouth on her. She’s so fucking wet, and it’s making my cock harder than it’s ever been. I can feel the cum seeping out of the tip, and my balls are heavy, desperate for release.

I take her clit between my lips, sucking her into my mouth as her moans turn to rapid, deeper breaths and her hips begin to flex and twitch in time with every movement of my tongue.

Hardening my lips, I hold her steady and start to squeeze that hard little nub, sucking harder, using my tongue to flick up and down. Then back and forth. Her body reacts immediately, violently.

She’s there. Right there. So close. Give it to me.

The next second, she’s filling my mouth with a flavor even more delicious. She cums, tearing at my hair, her heels kicking into my sides like a rancher at a rodeo as she rocks back and forth, back and forth on my mouth, and I have to brace to hold her naked body against the wall. I know in my heart I’ve just made her mine. She’s part of me now, and I’ll never let her go again.

I’ll never be the same.