Free Blayne Edwards by Caine Page A

held them there, over her head.
    The feeling of his hard, warm dick and his pubic hair against her ass caused her to tighten.
    “Relax.”
    There was that word again. And this time, his voice had told on him. It had insinuated to Chloe that he hadn’t been completely honest with her when they had first met. His tone was different. Tonight, his hands and mouth and touch had told of his deceiving her as well. They were still brutish and strong, but there was a caring touch underneath it all that she was almost certain she could feel. Rather than the cold, callous heart of a man who rubbed her the wrong way, Chloe now imagined if she cracked this stone of a man open, the underbelly of his soul would have been covered in soft, downy fur.
    Something inside her heart had caught wind of his secret as well.
    She hadn’t felt the alpha leave her side. And she had no idea of how long it had been between the time the wolf evidently nudged the glass door open and took his leave and when Luke undoubtedly used the same passageway to steal into her bedroom.
    What she did know was that it had taken little to no effort for the man to hoist her healthy female frame off of the floor and up onto the bed. And she knew that it had taken even less than that for him to move her into a position almost identical to the one she had observed her wolves using when they mated. But most importantly, Chloe suspected very strongly that she had severely misjudged the man about to make love to her.
    “You want this, don’t you, Chloe?”
    His cock was bruisingly hard as he pressed himself against her. His breath was hot, moist and seductive sounding down the side of her neck and into her ear. His hands had already proven themselves rude when he’d taken hold of her. And even as they flexed against the backs of her wrists, they seemed greedy and unapologetic for the hunger controlling them. But now, they spoke very clearly to her despite their actions when they released her with a firm press against her hands that told her she was not to move from that position if he was to stop restraining her. But that he wouldn’t punish her too harshly, even if she did.
    “Tell me you want this,” he breathed.
    Chloe loved to follow orders such as these.
    Chloe loved to follow the orders of men like Luke Caine and she loved to feel the rush she now found coursing through her mind and heart and soul as he explored her and tasted her and even hurt her flesh occasionally in his attempts to find everything he could about what made her Chloe and no one else but Chloe.

She nodded and then felt his hands slide down her arms.
    “I said tell me,” he ordered firmly. But she had heard the unspoken tenderness in his voice.
    The man behind her was not only capable of feeling love, but he was so incredibly capable of feeling it that it sometimes consumed him. It controlled him. Made him seem vulgar and cruel when he tried to express it.
    “I do want this,” she whispered as she listened to the other things his touch was silently telling her. “I want you.”
    At that moment, Chloe thought she heard his soul tell her that the man whose passion made him bite down hard into the soft, tender flesh of her shoulder didn’t do so in order to inflict pain on her. Nor did he do it to draw the blood that Chloe felt him clean away from her skin with his tongue. He did it because he needed to express something so overwhelmingly precious and right inside himself that it sometimes took the contrast of pain and destruction to allow it to be seen and appreciated for what it truly was.
    She was certain she heard this from him. And she understood this. She had always understood this. Chloe saw this in nature and in her wolves every day. She knew that death was simply a sad but beautiful part of life and that there was pain both in the creation of life and in the bringing of that life into the world. She knew damned good and well that sex had more to do with what life truly meant than