Elizabeth's Wolf by Lora Leigh
Elizabeth flinched as his fingers pressed against her anal opening, pushing the silken natural lubrication into the tiny hole.
“Dash.” An incredible flare of aroused pleasure streaked through her as the tip of his finger pierced the little opening and muffled her small protest.
It felt too good. The tip of his finger moved gently inside her, stroking deeper and deeper until the full length of it was buried in her backside. Elizabeth was shocked. She had never been touched there, never caressed or penetrated in such a manner. She moved back tentatively, trying to hold back the groan of pleasure as his finger slid out, then back in, tunneling inside her with carnal intent.
“Elizabeth.” She tensed; his voice was crooning, deliberately gentle. That was never a good sign.
“What?” She was gasping as another finger joined the first. She was raised perfectly for him now, her shoulders flat to the bed, her butt elevated for his decadent exploration as he held her hands secured at the small of her back.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, baby,” he told her, shocking her, heating her blood with the sensual promise. “Hard and deep, Elizabeth. I’m going to show you what happens when you rouse the animal inside me. I’ll show you, baby, not to ever put yourself in danger like that again.”
Her eyes widened as she trembled.
“Don’t hurt me, Dash.” Was he going to punish her with pain now?
His fingers slid free of the tight channel. A second later a resounding crack to her ass had her jerking furiously.
“Have I ever hurt you?” he snapped as he shifted behind her. “Have I, Elizabeth?”
“No.” She moaned, feeling his cock slide along the cleft of her ass.
He was thick and full and she knew there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to manage to work it inside her. It wasn’t possible. His fingers returned to their previous work, sliding through the juices easing from her vagina and spreading them back to her anal entrance as he worked his fingers slowly inside her.
“Damn. You’re tight here,” he whispered as she clenched on him. “I bet, Elizabeth, that when my cock shoots that lubrication up your sweet ass, I’ll slide right in. You’ll be all nice and hot and so tight around my dick I’ll go crazy with it.”
She trembled at the explicit words. She was fighting just to breathe. It was too sensual, too depraved, being held down as she was while Dash eased her ultra-tight anal muscles.
Long minutes later, she whimpered. The bloated head of his cock pressed against the sensitive entrance as Dash tucked it tight into the small opening he had created. Immediately a hot, surging pulse of the pre-come shot inside her.
“Easy.” Dash released her hands as his own smoothed down her back, gentling her. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax for me.”
Her anus heated, sensitized. Suddenly, it seemed as though a million little nerves were whipping to life and they were pleading for his cock to surge inside her. The muscles began to loosen marginally, and she felt the head of his shaft sink in a bit more. For each small penetration, the hot fluid jetted inside her, easing her, making a way for him to work the thick head past the tight little entrance.
She was on fire. She could feel her flesh stretching around his, cupping the throbbing head of his cock as the Breed fluid pulsed inside her, forcing her body to stretch, to accommodate the thick erection sliding into her untried anus.
“Dash.” Her fingers gripped the blankets; her ass raised for him as she trembled beneath him. She was scared. The sheer domination of the act was overwhelming her as nothing he had ever done before had. She felt taken in ways she could have never imagined.
“Never again, Elizabeth,” he said as the head of his cock finally slipped in fully, popping through the tight anal ring as she bucked, crying out beneath him. “Never disobey me in such a manner again.”
“No.” She would have promised him anything then. What was more, she knew he would make certain she stuck to it.
The head of his cock was embedded in her now, throbbing, spurting inside her, filling her rectum with a heat she didn’t know if she could survive. His hands held her hips steady, his big body looming over her as he began to work the thick tip in and out of her. He was sinking deeper with each small thrust, stretching her further, creating a blooming fire in the depths of her ass that she could have never imagined possible.
With each ripple of movement inside her, the small channel accepted more and more of his erection until finally, she screamed out in pleasure/pain as the full length slid inside the tight depths.
Elizabeth could feel his pelvis pressing into the cheeks of her rear, his hands gripping her hips, holding her tight against him as several more silky pulses of fluid filled her rectum. His bigger body was covering her now, his thighs holding her in place.
“This is mine,” he growled in her ear. “Mine to protect. To fuck. To love. You will never again endanger it in such a way. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” Elizabeth nearly shrieked.
She was impaled in a way she could have never imagined possible, her muscles easing around him just enough to send hard, fiery arcs of agonizing pleasure straight to her womb.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he told her softly, though his voice vibrated with a lust-driven hunger she had never heard from him before. “I’m going to fuck your sweet ass, Elizabeth. Because it’s mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to shelter. You will never again forget to take care of what’s mine.” He was snarling as he began to move inside her, a deep, growling sound of carnal greed that sent shivers racing over her flesh.
Then she knew nothing but his cock driving up her ass. He pulled back until only the head remained before surging forward again, stretching her, burning her as she bucked beneath him, swept away by sensations she couldn’t imagine fighting.
She could feel the channel stretching, straining around him as each thrust sent another burning pulse of fluid jetting inside her, making each stroke easier to take, each impalement driving her closer to the brink of a release she knew would terrify her. He was groaning at her ear, fucking her with a hard rhythm, throwing her closer to orgasm as the coil of pleasure/pain began to tighten in her womb.
Elizabeth couldn’t move, could do nothing but tremble under his heavy weight, crying out at each penetration, feeling herself being sucked into her own destruction. Streaking arcs of sensations tore through her body with each thrust, driving her higher, hotter, until it reached its zenith. She tightened around him, hearing his desperate moan as his thrusts increased. The slap of flesh, the sucking echo of hard strokes into the well lubricated tunnel of her anus and her own desperate, strangled screams heralded her orgasm.
Like a supernova, she exploded. White heat filled her as she felt Dash’s teeth grip her shoulder, felt him suddenly swell, terrifying her with the building pressure as she climaxed beneath him. Suddenly, she was climbing again. She could feel the fierce swelling pressing into the thin wall of flesh between her anus and her cunt, filling her pussy, causing the muscles to ripple against one another, as an exacting pressure tightened around her clit and she rocketed into oblivion.
It was devastating. The hard, agonizing pleasure was consuming her, ripping through her, streaking with hard, powerful shudders through her body as she bucked and writhed beneath him, her body consumed by a release that shocked her so thoroughly, ripped through her mind so swiftly, that before Dash had finished filling her rectum with his hot seed, darkness overtook her.
Long minutes later, Dash felt his cock ease, felt the agonizing heat and tight grip around his flesh relax and he pulled free wearily. He was more than aware that the final, violent orgasm that had ripped through Elizabeth had left her unconscious. Damn. He’d never fucked a woman into a faint in his life. He didn’t like having his mate be the first.
He dragged his body wearily from the bed and padded into the bathroom. There he cleaned himself, then wet a clean washrag and returned to the bed. He cleaned Elizabeth carefully, wiping away the semen and lubric
Traces of his semen still spilled from the reddened little entrance. His eyes closed, remembering the brief glance he had allowed himself of her flesh stretching around him, hugging his cock like a tight leather glove and making him crazy to fill her with his seed. But he had intended to pull free instead. He had never meant to allow the swelling knot to anchor him in the tender hole.
It had been her climax. When she tightened on him, holding him inside her as she climaxed, his brain had exploded. Before he could pull free, his cock had locked inside her, spilling his release into the blistering depth of her anus.
He was completely exhausted now. The emotional and physical demands had taken a toll on his body, and he couldn’t wait to lie down beside her and sleep. Returning to the bathroom he dumped the cloth into the basket there and returned to their bed. Pulling her into his arms, he grinned at the grumpy, less than pleased sound of her sleepy groan, but she snuggled into his chest, breathed out softly and continued to sleep.
“I love you, baby,” he sighed, kissing her head.
He loved her, but he swore if she ever did anything so stupid again, he was going to blister her butt with the palm of his hand. On the other hand, another scare like that would give him a stroke. Grange hadn’t been in the car Elizabeth had been checking. He had been in the one pulling in behind it. And he was watching for Elizabeth. He had been within a second of having her. The terror that had filled him when he realized that had been unlike anything he had ever known before.
His arms tightened around her. What the hell would he do if he lost her?
Chapter Thirty-Two
“Remember the plan.” Dash cast Elizabeth a hard look two nights later as the team prepared to invade Grange’s estate. “We go in quietly. Grange will be in the study. Elizabeth, Merc and I will slip in, get the files, disable Grange and be on our merry way. Should be simple and easy. No problem. Let’s not create any.”
Three of Simon’s Ladies had managed to catch Grange’s attention earlier that evening and were now within the mansion, occupying the bastard until they could get in. Grange liked playing in his study, from what his young mistress had said. Her contact with them minutes before had confirmed he was now in the room with the women.
There were plenty of outside guards to keep Simon and the other three women satisfied hunting. The unit of soldiers that had come in to help was stationed outside the perimeters, ready to back them up along with the Tyler brothers and the other Feline Breed, Tanner.
Nods accompanied Dash’s orders, especially Elizabeth. She had no intentions of pissing Dash off again where a mission was concerned. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed the anal adventure he had given her, but the intensity of her orgasm wasn’t anything she was ready to experience again any time soon.
“Merc, you’re with me and Elizabeth. Let’s keep this as clean as possible.”
It was much cleaner than Elizabeth had anticipated. The two guards Dash’s men had bribed made certain the path they were using into the estate’s mansion was clear. The back door was unlocked. They moved into the darkened back hallway quietly and made their way to the foyer at the front of the house.
Checking the well-lit area, Elizabeth watched as Dash turned to Merc and motioned him up the curving staircase. When the other man had made it safely to the top, Elizabeth followed suit. Joining Merc on the landing, they both stood ready as Dash moved silently up the steps as well. Timed perfectly. They stood tense, expectant, as the guard made his round then, shuffling drowsily through the foyer and into the kitchen.
As he disappeared, Dash gave the signal to move forward. The upstairs was a series of hallways and closed doors, with Grange’s study occupying the middle suite. They paused at the door, listening carefully at the tinkling laughter and Grange’s smooth, cultured voice from inside.
Weapons ready, Dash knocked quietly. A careful pattern of small thumps that first resulted in silence, then a furious curse from Grange as the three women obviously made their move. The panel was jerked open quickly by Stephanie. Her eyes were cold, her expression bloodthirsty as they stepped into the room.
“Elizabeth.” Grange was sitting behind his big oak desk, hands lying carefully on top of the smooth, polished surface as Danica stood behind him, a knife at his throat. “How interesting. And I see you have friends with you.”
Elizabeth stilled her shudder of revulsion as she stared at the monster who had hunted her and her daughter for over two years. He was carefully groomed, his thick brown hair sweeping back from a face that could have been passably handsome if it weren’t for the jagged scar sweeping across one cheek and the glint of cold mockery in his hazel eyes.
“Yes, she does,” Dash answered with an edge of amusement as Merc closed the door behind him.
“Mercury Warrant.” Grange watched the big Breed with a glimmer of fascination. “How interesting.” He turned back to Elizabeth. “I guess you finally figured out what a little gold mine you conceived, darling. Dane wasn’t so pleased with the pup after all, was he?”
Her daughter wasn’t a pup. Elizabeth stilled her fury as she aimed her gun at his head. “I want those files.” She was amazed at the veil of ice that spread through her body. Her soul. “Now.”
Grange’s eyes narrowed as his gaze flickered to Dash.
“She could bring you millions. But not without help. I have the Breed semen…”
Dash laughed. “What you have is a joke compared to what I have.” He smirked.
He turned, jerking the sleeveless T-shirt he wore over his shoulder to reveal the shadow mark. When he turned back, Grange appeared suitably impressed.
“Amazing,” he breathed. “Martaine swore the Wolves had been killed. I guess he was wrong.”
“I guess.” Dash sounded unconcerned, but Elizabeth had detected the shadow of pain that edged his words. “Give us the files you have, Grange.”
The other man’s thin lips quirked as Danica moved carefully away from him, content to let Dash now handle the control of their enemy.
Grange sighed. “I think not.” He smirked as he looked between Dash and Elizabeth. “Is she breeding yet?”
Elizabeth smiled. “Let me kill him, Dash,” she whispered. “We can find the papers later.”
Grange’s gaze flickered in concern.
“Not yet, baby.” Dash sighed. “I told you, if he cooperates he can live. We need the papers more than we need his death.”
Elizabeth shrugged. The look she gave the other man warned him, though, that she would relish the chance to kill him.
Grange cleared his throat. “Ah well. It was a good plan if I could have pulled it off.” He shrugged carelessly as he nodded toward the safe Danica had found while checking behind portraits and prints that hung on the wall. “The file is in the safe.”
“Combination.” Dash moved to the metal door. “And don’t fuck with me, Grange. Elizabeth will take your head off your shoulders with that gun. It was all I could do to convince her to do this my way.”
She fingered the trigger of the gun as she begged Grange with her eyes to give her an excuse, any excuse, to pull the trigger. He gave them the combination instead.
Elizabeth kept her gaze on Grange, watching carefully as she listened to Merc communicating with the men outside and Dash punching in the numbers to the digital combination. She was expecting an alarm to sound. Was praying Grange would give her an excuse to kill him.
“Got it.” Dash’s voice had her grimacing.
“He has you leashed. Interesting.” Grange smirked. “Tell me, Elizabeth, what’s it like to fuck an animal?”
Elizabeth snorted. “I have no idea. Let’s call your mistress in here and ask her.”
His expression tightened as anger flashed in his eyes.
“Elizabeth, that trigger isn’t something to play with. It’s damned touchy,” Dash warned her as he moved carefully behind her. “Merc, watch our
Elizabeth turned to Dash, almost missing Grange’s sneer of satisfaction.
She watched as he opened the file. The first page had him stiffening. Several more pages later and he turned haunted, shocked eyes back to her.
“Martaine did enjoy his little experiments,” Grange sighed with smug amusement. “I thought it very ingenious actually. The creatures have no soul I’m told. Vicious killers who enjoy playing with their prey. I had high hopes Cassie would live up to her DNA. He made certain he gave it every chance, of course.”
Elizabeth felt her heart explode in her chest as she moved over to Dash.
“Elizabeth.” She stopped as she saw the grief in his eyes.
“I want to see it,” she whispered. “I want to know what they did to my baby.”
She moved until she could read the notes Martaine had made.
Genetic splicing of the Coyote and Wolf DNA was successful and not nearly as difficult as I first surmised. I have created enough of the unique sperm to ensure the chance of conception with the right female. Dane Colder seems more than interested in my little experiment. His sterility makes him a viable partner in this, as does his belief that a man should kill if necessary and train his children to take what they want. It will be interesting, watching the growth of the child. I can only hope it’s male.
Three months later
The in-vitro process was more successful than I had hoped. I wonder if Ms. Colder is aware of the little abomination growing in her womb. All initial test results from the amniocentesis shows the DNA has held. I’ll have to be certain to be there at the birth to perform all tests on the infant myself.
Elizabeth made it through the first page before she stared up at Dash in horror. They couldn’t let Cassie know. Couldn’t allow this information to ever become public knowledge. Already the news was littered with rumors of the Coyote experiments. Human animals, experiments that had finally given the scientists the killers they had been working to create. So far, none had been found, but the lab reports, training notes and scientific files attested to the fact that they existed. Cold-blooded, as soulless as their animal cousins and glorying in the blood they could spill. It would destroy Cassie if she ever learned she was part of the creatures the Council had created.
“Stephanie, you and Gloria secure the exit out,” Dash ordered the other woman. “Merc, contact the men outside and make certain the guards are disabled. Danica, tie that bastard up before we leave.”
Grange sneered humorously. “I’ll be certain to follow her maturity, Elizabeth,” he told her coldly. “Once that information gets out, there’s no way you can hide it from her. No way you can stop her DNA from shaping her. She has no soul. She’s a corruptible little shell, nothing more. A bitch to breed the perfect son.”
Elizabeth aimed the gun in her hand. She saw Cassie, so sweet and loving, her soul shining brightly in her eyes, in her laughter, in her love for everyone around her. She saw the strength it had taken the little girl to rise above what this monster had already done to her and she wanted to scream out at the cruelty, the monstrous lack of decency it had taken to do what he had tried.
“Elizabeth?” Dash stood behind her, not stopping her, no censure in his voice, only love and understanding. “He’s not worth it, baby. We know better.”
“He’ll destroy her,” she whispered hoarsely.
“Not if we don’t let him. Cassie’s stronger than he is.”
Danica stood to the side, watching the scene carefully as she held the length of rope Merc had brought along to restrain Grange.
Elizabeth turned to Dash. As she did, from the corner of her eye, she saw Grange move. His hand whipped under the desk, a gun emerging, pointing toward her, fury lighting his face.
Elizabeth smiled as she lifted her arm just as quickly, in a split second, aiming her weapon as her finger tightened on the trigger. Grange would never hurt anyone else. She saw surprise flash in his eyes the second the bullet buried dead center between his eyes even as his own weapon discharged. Fire seared her chest, took her breath, causing her legs to buckle as Dash screamed out her name.
She collapsed in his arms, her gaze going to the rapidly spreading stain across her shirt. She raised her gaze to Dash, agony searing her soul at the horror in his eyes.
“Protect my baby,” she whispered.
“God no. Elizabeth, don’t you fucking die on me!” Dash screamed as he lowered her to the floor.
She could hear Merc yelling out orders in his comm. link, felt Danica press a cloth hard to the wound, but she could feel ice spreading through her body. Her breath hitched as pain seared her heart.
“I love you.” She fought to hold back her tears. “Forever, Dash.”
“Merc, get that ambulance here now. Have Chase contact Mike and meet us at the hospital. Have the men pull back. All of them. Goddammit, get her some help.”
He was holding her, rocking her. She felt his arms around her, felt the dark edges of cold peace shifting at the corner of her mind. Dash would have to ease Cassie’s fears now. He could protect her. She had killed the monster. She had made certain Cassie would never know.
“Elizabeth. Stay with me.” Dash’s voice was fierce as he picked her up in his arms, rushing from the room. Sirens were echoing in the distance, shouted orders filling her head. “If you love me, if you love Cassie, then you stay with me, damn you. If you love that baby you’re carrying in your womb now, then by God you’ll live.”
She blinked up at him. His gaze sliced down to her.
“My child, Elizabeth. You’re carrying my child. Do you really want it to die as well?”
“No,” she cried weakly. She could feel the cold spreading through her, the blood pumping from her chest. “No. Dash. Dash…”
“Stay with me, Elizabeth.” He was running down the stairs, Danica at his side, somehow managing to hold the makeshift tourniquet to her breast.
The foyer was chaos, a dizzying rush of color and pain and Dash’s voice yelling at her, begging her. And she fought. She fought, but the crashing waves of dark ice were covering her, slipping through her mind, carrying her away. Her last thought was of Dash. His touch, his gentleness, and the price he had paid for letting her close. He had lost the protection he had kept around himself so long. His protection and now the child he had dreamed of. Like Elizabeth, he had lost it all…
Chapter Thirty-Three
One Week Later
“Remember, you have to be quiet.” The hospital door opened and Dash eased in, carrying the somber, frightened little girl who clutched her new teddy bear with desperate hands.
Elizabeth opened her eyes groggily, her heart swelling in her chest as she saw her baby for the first time in nearly a month. Dash held Cassie against his broad chest, his golden-brown gaze meeting hers with warmth and love as he carried her child to her.
“Momma.” Her voice was whisper-thin as tears sparkled in her eyes.
Dash brought her to the chair that sat by the bed, settled into it and let Cassie lay her head next to her mother’s on the pillow of the hospital bed.
Elizabeth couldn’t contain her tears. They fell from her eyes as she turned to the little girl, reaching up painfully so she could sink her fingers into Cassie’s cu