There was no time to feel it, though. Her blood felt like it was on fire, and heat seeped into her from where Dragon’s large hands gripped her hips, holding her still as he shoved into her in a single thrust.
Sharp, stinging pain almost stole her breath as her mostly unprepared body accommodated his size, but it was the most perfect of pain. It reminded her that she belonged to this man who would always prioritize her needs and wants above his own. Dragon might think that between his DNA, the way he was raised, and the experiments done on him, he no longer possessed the ability to care for others, but at every turn he showed how wrong he had been about himself.
“Say you’re mine, little rabbit,” he ordered as he held her hips tighter, pumping in and out of her with a brutal speed that was going to make her sore and bruised tomorrow.
Just the way she wanted. That way, the memories of their game would seep deep inside her, eradicating anything else, including her own insecurities and doubts.
“Say it,” Dragon commanded, and the tone of his voice had her internal muscles begin to flutter as an orgasm tore toward her.
“Yours,” she cried out as the next thrust brushed against that amazing spot inside her.
“Forever.”
“Forever,” she quickly agreed.
With a roar, Dragon came, emptying himself inside her and marking her in a different way. The combination of his weight against her back, his tight grip on her hips, and his pleasure set off her own release, and she screamed out Dragon’s name into the otherwise quiet forest.
When she finally floated back down from her high, she was lying limp and spent against the cold ground, Dragon’s body settled against hers. His nose was at her neck, nuzzling her, and she knew he was inhaling her scent and committing it to memory so he didn't forget this moment.
Knowing that with his declaration of possession and promise of forever that they had a lifetime to go of moments just like this one, Cassandra gave a contented sigh, and arched her hips up a little, taking Dragon, who was still inside her, deeper.
A mere week ago she was consumed by guilt, loneliness, and a sense that something was deeply wrong with her. Now she might be covered in cuts and bruises, had faced death several times over, but she couldn’t be happier.
She’d found her new home, her place to belong and be accepted for who she was, and it was with the man touching a kiss to her neck, then scraping his teeth along her sensitive skin.
“Home,” she murmured happily.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
January 10th
5:39 P.M.
“Not yet,” Cassandra whispered when he went to move.
“It’s cold out,” Dragon reminded her. And he had her coat tangled around her head and arms, plus her pants pulled down enough that he’d been able to bury himself inside her.
“Don’t care,” she murmured, her tone all content and sleepy. “Like feeling you against me.”
Nuzzling her neck, he slid his arms beneath her body, lifting her slightly off the hard forest floor and pressing a little more of his weight on her. If he could keep her like this forever, safe and in his arms, then he would be more than happy to.
Even as his now softened length was still inside her, reality began to creep back in. His little rabbit wasn't safe. So long as the mystery woman and Dr. Gardner were out there, she never would be. They were all lucky they’d survived that explosion, but what happened next time?
As badly as he wanted to say there would never be a next time, he knew that the world was full of evil people. Once thisthreat was erased—and he refused to believe that they wouldn't wipe Ridge Gardner and everyone who worked with him off the face of the Earth—there was always the chance there could be another.
While his protective instincts screamed vehemently at him, he knew the best way to keep her safe wasn't to lock Cassandra away, wasn't to restrict her ability to live her life, wasn't even to stay glued to her side.
The best way to keep her safe was to train her.
“Starting tomorrow, I want you working out with the guys and me. Rose too,” he announced.
“Working out with you? You have to know there is zero percent chance I can keep up with you guys.”
“We’ll work something out. But I want to work on your skills. Shooting, self-defense, using a knife, other weapons, I want you ready to face anything that might come your way. As badly as I want to lock you away from the rest of the world, I know I can't. I want you to be happy, free, and at peace, so I need to make sure that you are as trained as I can get you.”
“Okay. And moving silently like you can do,” she added.
