Unwilling by Kerrigan Byrne Page B

Then he started to rise
into her line of vision. 
    The black eyes came into view
first, and then the berserker towered over her prone body, his muscles
twitching with ready urgency. 
    In truth, any fear or uncertainty
melted away.  She knew this gentle beast.  Connor was hard, proud, stubborn,
and authoritarian, but his berserker, while primitive and uncouth, had treated
her with tender gentility.  The irony was not lost on her. 
    And she was beginning to understand
them both.
    He reached for her, and she rose to
him.  His unfathomable black eyes tracked her every move like a rapt predator
as she carefully unlatched his brooch and let his tartan fall from his shoulder
and down lean hips.  He stroked her hair and caressed her shoulders as she
unlaced the front of his shirt and revealed the dark tattoos on the massive
expanse of his chest.  When she pulled the shirt toward her, he obediently
lifted his arms so she could ease the garment over his head. 
    No words were needed between them,
as he didn’t speak in his death-dealing form.  Lindsay knew he could read her
every intent.  His dark purr flared deep in his chest and Lindsay felt a smile
of pride and pleasure reach her heart. 
    The firelight burnished his skin a
dark bronze.  Lindsay couldn’t stop the tremble of her hand as she reached out
to explore his awe-provoking body.  The muscles of his chest were hard and warm
beneath her hand, but the skin was utterly smooth.  He hissed in a breath when
her other hand joined her first in their bold investigation.
    God, but he was huge, and the
thought of all this barely contained power unleashed on her body spiked with an
urgent need that had been banked by her first climax. 
    His hard stomach heaved beneath her
hands as she drew them lower.  It never occurred to her to be shy, not after
what he’d just done.  Instead, she wanted an equal part in this.  She wanted to
give what she received and claim the pride that he displayed at her pleasure. 
    When she wrapped her fingers around
his sex he growled and gripped both of her shoulders.  His preternatural eyes
rolled back and disappeared into his skull.  His lips curled away from sharpened
teeth, but she still was not afraid.  This part of him was beautiful and
mysterious.  Lindsay wondered what it felt like for him, locked and pulsing
with blood beneath her hand.  Did it please him like his touch had pleasured
her?
    She moved her hand from the thick
base of his shaft to the plumb head where she discovered a slick bit of
moisture clinging to the opening.  This was his desire for her.  This was what
he would release deep inside of her when the time came. 
    All right, maybe she feared that a
little.  He was so big, so hard and heavy and hot as a branding iron.  He could
split her in two. 
    His grip contained more pressure as
he guided her to lie back.  His lips were suddenly everywhere.  Her jaw, her
mouth, her neck, nibbling at her ear, returning to her mouth.  His urgent need
stoked the fire within her.  His lips burned her skin as though branding every
inch they touched as his. 
    And she was his. 
    Though she’d tried her best to fool
herself.  Fought it, and him, since the beginning.  Pretending she was the
mistress of her own fate.  From the moment she’d met the abysmal gaze of the
beast and he’d decided to spare her, she’d been helpless against her primitive
answer to his absolute claim. 
    A relentless throbbing had taken
residence in her sex and, as he pulled her hips closer to him to position
himself against her, the heat of his cock against her most sensitive flesh
promised satisfaction.  But he could not have what she did not expressly give. 
    “Take me, Connor,” she commanded. 
“I am yours.”
    Baring his teeth again, he joined
them with one powerful thrust. 
     

Chapter
Thirteen
     
    The berserker remained bent over
her body, soothing and distracting her with enticing licks and hungry kisses. 
He throbbed inside