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Gideon walked his knees closer, bringing her hips higher and forcing her wider. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he was losing his mind with the need to cut loose. “Mabel,” he breathed, wanting her pretty eyes locked to his when he sank his cock to the bottom of her. The moment they meshed, he thrust into her body, groaning at the sharp cry of pleasure she gave. His eyes lowered to her tight tits, the creamy soft tips now thick and tall. The sight boosted his lust as he held her tiny hips in his hand and moved her slowly off his cock. He tore his gaze from her breasts, taking in the shine of her pussy on his dick. He grunted when the head reached her opening, pumping the ridge in that tight muscle till his blood boiled. Dormant feral instincts said he was doing it all wrong. He needed to fuck her without mercy, obliterate her silky, sweet body and pound every bit of himself into every bit of her.

He fell forward as he shoved his cock back in,getting her next cry of ecstasy down his throat as he kissed her. There was no turning back, the hunger was loose and he devoured it without restraint. Her shocked cries became his only purpose as he drove into her, fast and hard then faster and harder, wanting every man in that camp to hear just how hard he was claiming her. No, he wanted the entireforestto know and hear it, the universe to fucking witness his vow to be hers and no other woman’s, as long as he had breath.

She pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him, her passion triggering his climax. The power of it broke him completely and he didn’t hold anything back, growls turning into yells then converging into roars that didn’t slow until every drop of himself, his heart, his mind, and his seed was buried in the deepest part of her.

His heart pounded in his chest as the symphony died down, their ragged breaths still clashing as he held her jaw, kissing her with a different hunger, one that needed her to know what she meant to him after the pleasure faded. He stroked her face, letting the reverence part of his vow speak to her.

“Now what?” she gasped around his kiss.

He angled his head, listening, his ears picking up a faint sound. He pulled out of her and reached for his clothes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I hear an engine,” he shot out, yanking his pants on. “A big one. Get dressed.”

She sputtered a little, covering her breasts. “In what!?”

He grabbed the basket of his clean clothes and shoved it to her. “Find something, anything.”

“What do you think it is?” she worried, her words shaking as he pulled his boots on.

“Nobody comes on this mountain.” He grabbed his coat. “Get fully dressed but don’t leave this tent unless I come and get you myself.”

She nodded and he lunged for her, sinking his fingers in her hair as he kissed his heaven, his very own fucking miracle. And he was beyond ready to kill anything that might threaten it.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Gideon gathered a dozen capable men and ordered the rest to guard, making damn sure they understood that the woman inhis tentwas one hundred percenthisand to protect her with their life.

As they ran toward the incoming threat, fresh snow clung to their every step, slowing their pace.

“Is it military?” Kaine wondered right behind him as the headlights lit up the lone mountain road.

“It’s definitely off-road to make it this far,” he huffed. “It’s getting ahead of us. We need to cut sharp.”

They redirected their path and finally got close. He signaled a stop and turned. “When they pass, we blade every tire,” he ordered.

Gideon looked up at the sky as the engine groan got louder, finding nothing but stars.

“They stopped,” Flint muttered.

Fuck. Gideon led them back to the tree line and weaved along the edge as they backtracked. When they got close enough, he held up his hand and crouched low.

“Is that a bus?” Pike wondered.

“Loaded with women and kids?” Shaw added.

Gideon continued closer, stopping suddenly when several men appeared in front of the bus. He signaled for complete silence as he took aim with his rifle, using the scope to see, the rest following his lead.

A woman joined them, looking all around. “Are you sure this is the place?”

“No, I’m not sure, but it’s what the device says,” a man answered as more men joined them at the front of the vehicle.

“What the hell are they,” Kaine muttered.

Gideon assumed he meant the three giantmen with long white hair in black leather that reached the ground. Or maybe the bald-headed tattooed one with the dark shades and chain décor. Who the hell were these people?

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