Page 24 of Breaking Him

Chapter Nine

He drove to the end of the road and kept going until we reached the lake, where he pulled over. It was dark down here, but I could still see the plants, trees, and shrubs surrounding the water’s edge, unaffected by the drought.

My heart was hammering when Eli finally turned to me.

“Out, Abi.”

I swallowed, trying to get some moisture in my suddenly dry mouth. “Where do you want me?” I could see his control slipping, that molten heat, that dark, dirty part of him creeping forward. At my question, I got a flash of white teeth—not from a smile; no, he was the wolf and I was Little Red Riding Hood.

He gripped the wheel tighter. “Back…go to the back of the truck and stand there.”

I could see him fighting it, and as much as telling me what he wanted turned him on, it frightened him as well. This was uncharted territory for both of us, but neither of us was going to back out. We’d been building toward this moment from the first night he’d touched me—maybe even before.

His cock was a thick, hard ridge under the denim of his jeans, begging for my mouth, to be inside me. He was getting off on this as much as I was.

I climbed out and walked to the back of the truck, nervous excitement firing through my belly, and waited. It was cooler down here by the lake, the insects louder, and I could hear leaves rustling in the light breeze. It was idyllic, peaceful—yet none of it quieted the riot going on inside me.

It was only a few seconds, but it seemed like forever before Elijah climbed out and strode toward me, all big, heaving, aroused male.

He stopped beside me, dropped the tailgate, then tugged his shirt off and spread it on the bare steel. His breath was choppy, color high on his cheeks. “Take off the dress.”

I did what he asked immediately, lifting it over my head and flinging it into the bed of the truck.

He eyed my bra and panties. “Naked.”

I shivered at his rough command and stripped them off as well, putting them with my dress. His body shook, fingers curling and uncurling at his sides. The sun had dropped, but the moon was big and bright, and I could see the way his eyes glittered. The deep hunger there.

He closed the distance between us, towering over me. “Spread your legs.”

His voice was filled with anticipation, fueling my already out-of-control need. I stepped out, doing as he asked, and his hand was there before my next breath, middle finger sliding through my swollen lips.

He groaned. “This all for me, darlin’?”

“Yes.”

“No one makes you this wet but me. Isn’t that right, Abigail?”

He kept up his torment, rubbing that wide, rough finger across my drenched opening, teasing me, not pushing in like I desperately needed him to. “No one,” I said, voice shaky as hell.

He didn’t move closer. The only part of him touching me was that maddening finger, tormenting me, making me crazy. “You look so beautiful in the moonlight,” he whispered. “Like an angel.”

His gaze raked over me, hungry eyes taking me in.

“Does my angel want me to bend her over and punish her with my cock?”

My inner muscles spasmed, and Eli felt it. He forced a breath out through his teeth and came closer, taking one of my breasts in his hand and squeezing.

“You won’t let anyone else touch you like that again, will you, darlin’? Like James was touching you?”

I gasped out a breath, shaking my head. “N-no.”

His finger vanished, and he spun me before I knew what was happening. His hand pressed between my shoulder blades, and he bent me forward over the tailgate, my front on the T-shirt he’d laid out. I heard the clink of his belt, the sound of his zipper going down, then he was behind me. He spread my legs wider, resting his heavy cock against my swollen lips, but not pushing inside.

He leaned over my back, mouth to my ear. “I liked you showing me what to do, darlin’, what you like. I love to please you, give you what you need. But you want more, more from me, don’t you, sweetheart? You want this?”

I sobbed, so desperate for him I hurt. “Yes.”

“Taking care of you makes me so goddamn hard.” He nipped my ear, forehead pressing into my shoulder. “But, Abigail, I think I need this, too…to hold you down, to tell you what I want and how I’m going to give it to you. I think you feel it as well, don’t you? You’re so wet, angel. You love it when I take control.”