Chapter Twenty-Two
I struggled until Irecognized my assassin. “Whistler. What was that?”
“Are you all right?” The question growled from him.
“I’m fine.” What was wrong with him?
He remained tense and kept me pinned against the tree. “I saw you surrounded by guards and I couldn’t reach you without causing a bloodbath. Then, they let you go.”
“They did. They had no idea I was myself. Your disguise worked. I’m okay.”
His grip on me still didn’t soften. “I would have killed every single one of them if they’d tried to take you.”
I had counted on it. “I know.” I pushed my body into his and rested my hands on his shoulders, tilting my head up to see him properly.
His lips slammed onto mine, ravaging my mouth, pressing me harder into the trunk of the tree. I could taste his desperation, his fear, his need.
Mine bubbled up to match his.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist as I opened to him. A violent sound rumbled through his chest as he reached up to grasp a handful of my hair. He yanked my head to the side and nipped down my throat, his facial hair scraping my tender flesh. He hadn’t shaved that morning. Tendrils of pain morphed into pleasure as his pelvis ground into mine. The bark bit into my back, adding to the sensations.
He jerked back, his eyes wild. “You have to stop me. I can’t. I’ll hurt you.”
His control was snapped. Thrills shot up my spine. Here was the real Whistler, stripped of masks.
I tried to pull him back. “You won’t hurt me.”
He remained stiff and distant. “You don’t understand. I can’t hold back.”
“I don’t want you to.” Dammit, Whistler. If he didn’t hurry, I’d change my mind.
He paused and pulled back a little more so he could see my face. “Do you know what I’m talking about?”
What I hoped was a seductive smile spread across my swollen lips. “Why don’t you do your worst and find out?”
Wildfire burned through his eyes, banishing the usual calm and welcoming starlight. He yanked the bodice of my dress down with such force I heard a rip. Hated the dress anyway. My breasts spilled from the binding fabric and into his waiting hands.
His lips returned to mine while his fingers plucked and pinched my nipples, twisting them harshly. Another new experience for me and it almost shamed me how much I loved it. My pussy clenched with need and I cried out into his mouth, rubbing against him.
Whistler released my lips to bury his teeth in the crook of my neck. My fingers dug deeper into his shoulders as I burned, burned, burned. Every nip, every lick, every kiss, every touch sent fire scorching through me.
The sun trickled through the leaves, casting half of his face in shadows, the other half making his auburn hair flicker like flames, a demon sent to drag me off to hell.
I was more than willing to be dragged wherever he wished.
Unlike Saber, Whistler didn’t whisper sweet nothings into my ear. He grunted and groaned and bit and pinched.
He yanked me away from the tree and my legs fell away from his waist. He spun me around and shoved me to the ground on my hands and knees, falling to his own knees behind me.
My hands flexed against the grass and soil as Whist flung the skirts of my dress up, cursing when he found the trousers beneath it. He pulled off first my boots, and then the pants until the cool air teased my ass.
His hands stroked my backside, warming me up. I pushed back against him, demanding more.
Whistler brought his palm sharply against my left cheek. “Patience.”
I moaned and wiggled again, craving his harsh touch. He struck me again, fire spreading from my ass to my core. And again. And once more until I was positively soaked.
His fingers dipped into my wet folds, teasing my clit before he plunged them deep within me without warning. My cry echoed around us when he prodded and teased that special soft spot inside me. Another stroke, and then he was replacing his fingers with something much larger, something perhaps even larger than Saber’s.
With a growl, Whist slammed all the way into me to the hilt, stretching me almost past my limits. I rode the edge of pleasure and pain as he fucked me hard and fast there in the dirt.
He spanked me again between thrusts, sharper smacks making me clench around him and push back against him. Our grunts and groans and the sounds of flesh slapping against each other were the only sounds in the surrounding woods. Even the birds were quiet, probably enjoying the show. He sank deep inside me, reaching a depth no one had ever plundered before.
Whist picked up his pace and reached around me to grab handfuls of my breasts, taking my nipples between his fingers and stretching them with such force, I felt it all the way to my pussy. My entire body flushed with roaring heat and a trembling began in my toes and swept through the rest of me. The fire flamed hotter and hotter until I swore I would combust and leave nothing but ashes behind.
My hands ripped up grass as the climax tore through me with a rippling violence. Whistler returned his grip to my hips, his fingers bruising in their strength.
He stiffened against me and a roar shook the limbs of the trees as he spilled himself inside me. Gentle hands stroked the warm and pulsing spots on my ass as we collected our breath.
Whistler slid out of me and helped me to my feet. “Are you all right?” Worry replaced the wildness in his eyes.
I smiled and reached up to cup his face in my palm. “I’m much better than all right.”
“I didn’t hurt you?” Why was he so worried?
“Whistler. You didn’t do anything I didn’t utterly enjoy.”
He yanked me into him. “There’s no way I can let you go. You were made for us. You’re perfect. You’re everything.”
I kissed his neck and gave him a little nip. “You still haven’t guessed my favorite dish.”
With a snort, he released me. “I’m certain I figured it out. But you’ll have to wait and see if I’m right. Now, come on. Let’s try to get back so Sky and Saber don’t come after us.”
“You told them to wait until morning.” I righted my clothes as best as I could, replacing the infernal dress with my shirt and cloak.
“I doubt they’ll listen.”
“This is trash. It was already trash, but you ripped it.” I shoved the dress into my pack anyway. It could come in handy one day. Perhaps as dust rags.
Whist shined his smile on me again, bright and burning. “It’s grown on me.”
Indeed.