Elizabeth's Wolf

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“Who do you think you’re wrestling here, baby?” he taunted her as she struggled weakly against him. She was on her back, staring up at him, breathing heavily as he smiled with lazy humor. “I’m amazed you’ve managed to escape Grange for two years. I thought you were better than that.”
She was exhausted. He had out-maneuvered every lowdown dirty trick she had ever learned, as well as the ones he had taught her. “Not fair,” she panted. “You were expecting me.”
She closed her eyes, feeling him hovering over her, his heat wrapping around her and driving her crazy. What the hell was wrong with her? They had been at this for hours and her cunt was only getting progressively wetter. Her panties were wet, and that was something she just didn’t like at all. They clung to the bare lips of her sex and rasped her swelling clitoris erotically.
“You think they aren’t expecting you now?” His hard thigh was pressed against her mound, one hand smoothing up her leg as he stared down at her. “They were waiting on you at the apartment. Nearly had you that time, Elizabeth. They’re getting wise to you.”
She had realized that then. Her teeth clenched in frustration. Her arousal was making her insane. She could barely think for the pulse in her pussy. It was a steady driving throb that kept her off-balance as much as he did.
“Okay. Okay. I’ll try again.” She was trying. She was, she assured herself. But every time he touched her she went weak with lust.
Dash moved quickly to her, reaching down and giving her a hand up as she moved into position. She turned her back on him, flexed her shoulders and waited. Sometimes he made her wait forever. Other times it was a quick attack. She could never be certain when it was coming. She tensed, preparing herself.
“Loosen up.” She flinched at his hard, merciless voice. “You’re tiring yourself out waiting on me to attack. Listen, Elizabeth. Close your eyes. You’re in the middle of Grange’s estate, not a safe little cabin. The attack could come from any quarter. You’re ready, but relaxed. You’re listening. Smelling the air…”
“Dammit, Dash, I’m not a Breed…” He came at her then. His arm went around her throat as hers flew up. One hand latched onto his arm at her neck as the other flew behind her going for his eyes. At the same time her ankle wrapped behind his as she moved, jerked, went for a blinding stroke. He went down hard, rolled to his feet and narrowed his eyes on her as he faced her now. A smile lingered on his lips.
“Oh, good baby,” he crooned in approval as she stared at him in shock. “Now do it again. Turn around.”
She backed up instead. How the hell had she done that?
“You’ll be expecting me,” she argued, shaking her head, more than amazed herself.
“I’ll pretend I’m not,” he snapped. “Turn around and do it again.”
“I can’t do it on command.” She shook her head, breathing roughly. “I don’t know how I did it the first time.”
“Then you’re dead,” he said cruelly. “A bloody dead mess, Elizabeth. Let’s call Cassie now so she can start grieving for her mother. Now turn around.”
“I can’t do it again.” She backed away from him nervously. “Let me think about it. Figure out how I did it the first time.”
“No. Turn around.” His eyes were snapping in anger, but that was okay, because his domineering attitude was really pissing her off too.
“I’m not ready.”
He came for her anyway. Before she had time to consider it, she saw the anger, the determination to force something from her and she moved quickly aside, barely evading his grasp. He turned back to her.
“You want to kill Grange?” He grunted. “You can’t kill anyone, Elizabeth. You don’t have what it takes. You don’t have the courage to learn your own strengths, let alone your weaknesses. Grange will take
Cassie, just like he plans to, because we’ll never get those papers and you’ll be dead. He can move right in then, kidnap her at first chance and he has her. No one will be able to save her, Elizabeth. No one. Because you’ll fail.”
“The papers alone won’t save her,” she argued desperately. “A bullet to his head would be more effective and I know how to shoot a gun.”
“Those papers pull his teeth,” he informed her coldly. “We steal the papers, the proof of the experiments, and we expose his plan along with your and Cassie’s testimony on Dane’s death, and he’s gone. Legally. Broken, Elizabeth. You pull the teeth of the monster. Killing isn’t easy. Neither is it always beneficial.”
Fury was mounting inside her. She wanted Grange dead. Wanted him to bleed, to suffer, and he was taking it all away from her.
He came for her again. Rushing her, moving in fast and hard as she dropped to the floor and rolled for his feet. He had taught it to her. He leaped over her quickly, turned for her again but she had stayed down, moved to the side and gone for his feet again. He went down this time and she was instantly on his back, her hands tangling in his damp hair, jerking his head back.
“Next time,” she snarled. “I’ll have my own damned knife.”
Before she could gasp he had a hold of her wrist, pulling her off of him and straddling her body as he slammed her wrists to the mat.
“You hesitated.” His lips pulled back from his teeth in fury. “You gave a warning rather than a killing stroke. Your enemy has you down now, Elizabeth. You’re dead.”
“Am I?” she panted, enraged.
Blood rushed through her veins, adrenaline surging through her system and throbbing in her pussy. She stilled, tamping it back, relaxing beneath him so suddenly he automatically tensed.
“You’re hurting me,” she breathed, fighting for breath. “We can talk about this, Dash. Really. I’ll do better next time.”
His eyes narrowed.
“I’m tired.” She gazed up at him innocently before her gaze flickered to the hard bulge in his pants. She allowed a smile to tip her lips. “We could play for a while now instead.”
Elizabeth wiggled her wrists beneath his, watching him with lowered lids as she licked her lips slowly, dampening the dry curves. “I’ll make you a very happy man, mate.”
He leaned back slightly, loosening her wrists. Just a little more, she thought as she took a deep breath, lifting her breasts as his gaze went to them. At the same time she moved her legs, a powerful upswing that sent them around his arms and torso as she jerked back, surged up, put her hands together in a fist and delivered a blow to his lower abdomen.
He grunted. Yes! He fell backward as she scrambled away from him and faced him triumphantly.
But now he was more than just determined. Lust filled his eyes as the thought of her making a surprise move, tricking him, and gaining freedom had fired a hunger he could no longer sustain. The same hunger that had been boiling in the depths of her wet pussy.
“You’re fucked.” His voice was a hot, sexual growl. “So fucked, Elizabeth.”
She raised her hand, flickering her fingers back toward herself. “Come on. Knot me, baby. I dare you.”
Dash ignored the lurch of his cock beneath his jeans; ignored the heady demand to rush her. He could see her readiness now. Not her tense nervousness, but her readiness. She was confident. She thought she was in control. Thought she had gained the upper hand. She was getting good; he would give her that. In a few hours he had done no more than begin polishing the weapons she had developed herself. Now, with her defiance, her willingness to fight him back, he was suddenly so damned horny that all thoughts of training her in anything but fucking had fled his mind. He was going to take her down, rip those jeans off that tempting ass and give her every hard, tormented inch of his cock. He moved around her, watching as her eyes narrowed and her nipples tightened further. He could smell her arousal. Had smelled it from the minute she joined him on the mat. It was sweet and hot, like an intoxicating elixir that he had to have more of.
She licked her lips, running her tongue over that full lower curve and dampening it temptingly. Sooty lashes were lowered deceptively, casting intriguing shadows on her creamy cheeks. Knot me, baby.The words had been like a fiery sword slashing through his groin, drawing his testicles tight against the base of his cock. He was dying to see if it would happen again. To feel the hot flex and ripple of her pussy as he filled it further than any other man ever could.
“Scared?” she taunted him, watching as he moved carefully around the mat.
“Debating.”
“Hm.” She lifted a brow mockingly. “And what are you debating, big boy?”
“Just how fast it would take to work my cock up that tight ass.” He bared his teeth warningly. “Or if I have the patience.”
Her laughter was low, amused. “That threat is getting old, Dash.”
He just smiled. It wasn’t a threat. There was a particular heady pleasure in taking a woman anally. Having her bending before him, submissive, accepting him easily, willingly. The need to do so had never been as driving as it was now, though. He wanted her bent before him and screaming out in pleasure as he stretched that little nether hole. Stretching wide for him, submitting to his pleasure and taking her own at the same time.
“Turn around,” he dared her.
She smirked. “Do I look stupid to you?”
“You look eatable,” he corrected her, allowing his voice to deepen, the instinctive growl that gathered in his chest to echo within it. “Deliciously eatable. Now turn around.”
She shivered. He loved it when she did that. And her pussy was getting hotter. He could smell it. The sweet temptation of it was nearly more than his dick could bear. If he didn’t fuck her soon he was going to be howling in misery.
“I don’t think so.” She shifted to the side as he stepped forward. “I have a feeling I should really keep an eye on you right now.”
She was smart. He had always said she was smart, he thought in growing pride. She would never be tamed, but damned if he wouldn’t have fun convincing himself he could do it. Dash moved slowly, carefully, watching her as he gripped his T-shirt at the neck and tore it from it his body. Her eyes widened. He loved it when her expression went from wildfire or fury to innocent and sensually aware all at once. He was barefoot, so there were no boots or socks to worry about. His hands went to the metal buttons of his jeans.
Her nostrils flared, her lips parting as she began to breathe raggedly. He loosened the first two buttons only.
“Turn around,” he whispered.
She shook her head no.
Dash smiled in anticipation. She wanted the battle. She wanted to be taken as much as he wanted to take her.
“You will go down,” he warned her gently.
“Maybe you will instead.” He watched her brace her body, arms loose and relaxed at her sides as she narrowed her eyes on him.
He shook his head slowly. “You will go down, Elizabeth. And when you do, you’re fucked.”
Amusement flickered in the heat of her gaze. “You gonna talk me to death first, or go for it?”
He went for it.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Elizabeth was determined she wasn’t going to make it easy. The adrenaline pumping through her body, the rush to pit herself against him was throbbing too hard, too fast. Her pussy was wet and hot, her breasts swollen and nipples throbbing, and she wanted to be taken. But not easily. When he came at her, she slid quickly away from him, trying to trip him and grimacing at the low laugh he directed at her. He was playing with her, damn him.
Dash rushed her again, giving her just enough time to slide away before his hand hooked in the neckband of her T-shirt, ripping it away from her body. She struggled with the scraps as she turned to face him, tearing them from her and tossing them to the floor.
She wore only a white, fragile lace bra now. Her breasts were heaving, nipples rasping against the fabric as he stared at them. His chest was glistening with sweat, the crotch of his jeans so tight they looked ready to burst.