“I’ve gone a long time without you, and nothing is going to stop me from having you except one thing.” The devilish gleam in his eye spiked her heart rate. “Do you remember the only word that will stop me?”
It took a moment for her brain to catch up, but when it did, she stepped back.
Amos followed her retreat. “Run, little viper.”
Shit.
Clover shot out of the cave without looking back. Amos had intended to give her a decent head start to draw out the chase, but after having a taste of her, he couldn’t wait.
Shucking off his vest, belt, and hat, he ran out of the cave, catching a glimpse of her to his right. The sight of her running from him went straight to his cock, and he took off after her.
His boots pounded against the mountain trail, and he cursed her for going up the incline instead of down. She looked over her shoulder, and he kissed the air, laughing when she frowned and ran faster.
The little minx took a sharp left off the trail, leapt over a shrub, and darted around a desert willow tree. A branch caught him in the face, scraping across his eye. She tried to turn back to the trail, but he anticipated the move and cut her off, snatching her around the waist. “Caught you, wife.”
“I’m not your wife,” she ground out, and threw an elbow, nearly breaking his nose.
Clover twisted and fought as he wrestled her to the ground. “Let me go,” she screamed, trying to knee him between the legs.
Reaching up with one hand, he grabbed the collar of her dress and yanked with all his strength, shredding the fabric down the middle.
The sight of her bare tits stunned him long enough for her to free her arm and punch him in the throat. Amos choked, fighting for breath, but quickly regained his senses and pinned her arm back down. Her lust and obstinacy fed into his own like an aphrodisiac.
Unable to resist, he lowered his mouth to one of her nipples and ran his tongue along the stiff peak. Clover pushed her chest toward his mouth with a moan. Forgetting himself, he sucked her flesh into his mouth, knowing he’d never have enough. His mistake, because the moment his hands loosened, the little viper struck.
Wrenching both hands free, she shoved against his face and kicked out, catching him in the thigh and gut. She flipped to her stomach and scrambled to her feet, but he caught her around the ankle. Amos yanked, and she fell to the ground with a cry.
Her strong legs aimed at his face, but he caught them and crawled over her, pinning her body with his. “Fight harder, little viper,” he whispered in her ear.
“I’ll kill you,” she threatened. To anyone else she sounded serious, but Amos knew the truth. His mate wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He laid his forearm across her back to hold her down. “You can try later, but for now, let’s see how wet you are.”
She struggled harder, trying to slap at him, but without being able to twist her upper body, it was useless. “Don’t touch me!”
With his free hand, Amos grabbed the side of her dress and remembered he’d torn it down the front. He froze. “Fuck.” He lifted himself and flipped her over, running his hands over her bare body to catalogue every pebble and scrape marring her skin.
“Hey,” Clover said softly, grabbing his hands. “It’s okay.”
His eyes met hers. “I forgot you didn’t have anything protecting your chest.”
Her hand touched his face. “If it bothered me, I would have said candle.”
Amos’ eyes bounced back and forth between hers. He could feel that she was fine through their bond, but he still worried. Finally, he nodded and pushed to his feet. He’d killed the mood, but when he’d thought she might be cut all to hell, he’d lost it.
He held out his hand to help her up, but her lips curved into a slow smile. The next thing he knew, his feet were in the air seconds before his back slammed into the ground. Groaning, he rolled to his side in time to see Clover stumbling through the brush.
Clover’s heart beat erratically in her chest, the sound of Amos’ footsteps closing in sending a thrill through her.
A surprised scream ripped from her throat when a large body slammed into her from behind. His royal speed put her at a huge disadvantage. They both went tumbling to the ground, and Amos twisted them so he hit the ground instead.
Laying on top of him, staring into his eyes, she realized she’d never even wanted another man before. Boys when she was younger, sure, but ever since meeting Amos, it’d only been him. Even when she hated him. Judging from his letters, he felt the same, but he also had a fake mate, and every time she felt him pleasuring himself down the bond she’d wondered if it was actually him with someone else.
“Have you ever fucked someone before?” she blurted out before she lost the nerve. A twenty-year-old male virgin was unheard of in their kingdom.
His hurt punched her in the chest. “You think I’d touch anyone but you?” The ache morphed to anger and panic. “Haveyoufucked someone?”
“No, of course not.” She pushed to a sitting position and straddled his hips. “I just wanted to make sure.”
