Free Bethany's Rite by Eve Jameson Page A

he still had them pinned above her head.
    She glared at him and pulled on her arms again, her tongue
darting out to lick her lips in agitation. “Well, now that we have that
settled, get the hell off of me.”
    He slid his hand around to cup the back of her neck. “No.”

Chapter Five
     
    “No?” Bethany couldn’t believe, after all he had told her
and expected her to accept, that now he was adding insult to injury by pissing
her off and then refusing to get off her. Next time she got her hands on a
knife, it wouldn’t be his thigh she’d aim for. “What do you mean, no?”
    Automatically, she tried to dislodge him by pushing against
his bulk. Her effort only managed to remove all space between their naked
bodies and force his erection harder into her belly. His eyes darkened and she
immediately dropped away from him.
    “I mean,” he said, dragging a finger across her bottom lip,
“no. Earlier you were upset about missing out on certain experiences.” His hand
trailed down her neck and over her breast. “We’re going to start rectifying
that.”
    He pinched her nipple. She sucked in a breath at the bolt of
sensation that arced from her breast straight to her cunt.
    “Oh God.” Damn. She really wanted to stay angry with him.
Hard to do when, with a touch, he made her soak through her panties. Or would,
if she were wearing any.
    To hell with it all anyway. She’d be pissed later. After the
day she’d had and the curse she’d been under, she deserved another round of
volcanic sex. Wyc tugged on her nipple, lifting her breast just enough to nip
at its tender underside with his teeth. Oh yeah. Being pissed later was a great
plan.
    He slid his hand down the center of her body to cup her
mound. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming yes , but couldn’t
completely repress her entire reaction.
    “Ah, there’s what I was waiting for,” he said with a smug
smile.
    “What’s that?” she asked, trying to keep from sounding too
breathless.
    “Your fuck-me-now moan. It’s a sound I’ll never get tired of
hearing.”
    He began stroking her clit, and she started to pant. His
eyes roamed down from her parted lips to where her breasts were rising and
falling in quick bursts.
    She felt wanton and exotic. Stretched out beneath him,
completely at his mercy. Trapped by the weight of his body and the pinning of
her arms by a man so savagely masculine, she would ache for years simply from
the thought of him. His long black hair falling about his shoulders in enticing
waves. Midnight eyes that scoured her body as if there wasn’t time to ever see
enough of her. The hardened muscles that wrapped every bone beneath golden
skin, and the pulsing proof jabbing her thigh that his desire for her was very
real, very immediate.
    He slid two fingers deep inside her, and despite the
tremendous pleasure he was bringing her, she winced.
    Wyc stilled his movements. “You’re sore.”
    She nodded. “A little. But I’ll be fine.”
    He shook his head and withdrew his fingers. “I’m not going
to hurt you, Bethany, no matter how much I want to be inside that incredibly
tight cunt of yours.”
    When she started to protest, he kissed her soundly. “Don’t
worry, I’m going to take you every way a man can take his mate. Eventually.”
    “Goddamn it, it is so unfair,” she bit out. “I’ve been able
to do nothing but fantasize until today, and now that I’ve got a man able to
fuck me, he won’t.”
    Wyc’s face lit up with a sexy, arrogant grin. “You’ve been
fantasizing about me, huh?”
    “Sex. I’ve fantasized about sex.”
    “Tell me,” he said, teasing her breasts. Cream from her
pussy still clung to his fingers and spread over her nipples as he played,
wetting them and making them pucker up tighter. She shook her head. He cupped
her breast, pushing the nipple up for his mouth.
    “Tell me,” he insisted, lowering his head to lick her
nipple. He closed his eyes on a groan, and his hand squeezed her breast