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  He thrust his legs apart and shuddered when she swirled her tongue around the thick crown of his cock, then licked at the tiny slit, lapping up a drop of pre-come. “You make me insane when you do that.” Keefe shuddered then inhaled sharply, baring his teeth when Meadow lowered her mouth over his cock. She bobbed up and down lightly, her wicked tongue swirling around the head. She took the base of his shaft in her hand and pumped slowly.

  Meadow alternated, first taking Keefe deep into her mouth, holding her breath and letting her throat close over him then pulling back to inhale sharply, sucking and laving, pulling on him with her hand. Her body responded to his low growls and the flexing of his abdomen, the way his hips lifted to her and his fists tangled in her hair. When Keefe was fully hard and breathing fast, Meadow sat up, straddled him and, without preamble, sank her pussy down onto his cock.

  Her back arched in a deep curve as he entered her then she was flinging her head forward, bending over him and sucking air into her lungs as Keefe’s cock stretched her tender cunt. She grabbed his torso for balance and the movement tugged at her healing pectoral muscle. Wincing, her lips pulling back from her teeth, Meadow harnessed her strength and began to ride him slowly, teasing them both at first then taking him deeper, harder, as hunger overwhelmed any discomfort.

  Keefe smelled Meadow’s pain and knew she was beyond caring now. But he wasn’t. Still, he let her use his body to pleasure herself. He’d been so enthralled by his young bride these past two days he hadn’t given her many opportunities to take the lead in their lovemaking. Many? Maybe none and Keefe was humbled by Meadow’s rising hunger, by the open and sensual delight she took from him. He laid his hands on her thighs, loving the controlled, powerful thrusting of her body. He touched her waist, held her while she dipped and swayed and Keefe felt those movements translate directly into his cock. He was captivated by the way her body held him and twisted then slid over him and fisted him hard from tip to root. Her swaying breasts were too much temptation for any man and he held them gently. The feel of their slight weight bobbing and shifting in his hands almost made him come.

  He knew her pussy had to be sore. They’d Mated repeatedly and he hadn’t spared her. His lust overrode his brain when he was with her. So this time, Keefe lay back and let Meadow set the cadence of their lovemaking. He let her use his cock, his body to satisfy herself any way she wanted, grit his teeth and tried to keep from coming.

  Meadow was so beautiful, with her long, dark blonde hair shining in the artificial light, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open and that wicked, delightful pink tongue of hers moved over her lower lip. He watched it with a jealousy that was crazy hot. Keefe pinched her nipples to distract himself. His Mate groaned. It was a deep, shuddering sound that made his cock twitch inside Meadow’s yielding body. The arch in her back deepened in response and then she was riding him hard. The ends of her hair grazed his thighs and she thrust her loins down onto his, taking him deep and fast. He shoved one hand between her legs, found her clit and rubbed tight circles over it, groaning when she shivered and snarled in response. So quickly it caught him off guard, he realized Meadow was coming again. That sweet, strong growl in the back of her throat, the way her body tensed, her fingers digging into his ribs all heralded her impending climax. Fresh sweat broke out on her body, making her skin shimmer as she fucked him. That first, sharp cry came a second before her pussy squeezed his cock. Meadow’s body squeezed and squeezed again, her nipples drawn so hard they had to hurt. Color tinted her cheeks, her chest, and then she sighed, a long, drawn-out exhalation of pleasure as her body relaxed and seemed to melt over him, but that was all she allowed herself before her wild, green eyes opened and fixed on him with a feral heat that made his cock jerk. She started pumping her hips deliberately.

  Keefe stopped her with the determined strength of his hands on her hips and lifted her body off his. “No more, Meadow,” he breathed. He gritted his teeth as her pussy slid clear of his straining cock. “You’re sore.”

  “I want you,” she breathed desperately, grabbing for him.

  “And I want you but we’ve fucked each other so much the past two days I can see the pain pulling at the corners of your mouth whenever I move in you. Even if you are really, really wet,” he added with ribald delight, stroking her nether lips tenderly.

  “But you haven’t come,” Meadow protested breathlessly, threw back her hair and ran her fingers over the engorged head of her Mate’s cock. “Let me…” She bent quickly, her mouth opening and her tongue peeking out between her lips.

  Again, Keefe held her back, urged her onto her knees and moved her to the edge of the bed. He stood behind her with his feet planted firmly on the floor, dipped his fingers into her profuse wetness, then dragged them up and over her anus. “This ass is mine—like the rest of you.” He wet his fingers again by rubbing them over her swollen, burgundy-red nether lips then pushed the tip of one against her untried passage. “I claim my right to it. To pleasure it. To pleasure you.” Slowly, he sank his finger into her.

  Meadow inhaled sharply and tossed her head. “It feels…”

  “How does it feel, Meadow?” Keefe coaxed when her words faded. “Tell me.” He withdrew his finger slowly then slid it back into her just as gently.

  “Good, um, really good.” She grinned wickedly then gasped when he pushed in a little deeper. “Different than when you fuck my pussy.”

  “Different good?” Keefe asked hopefully and twisted his finger gingerly.

  Meadow shuddered and gasped but didn’t pull away. “Good…yes.” She rolled her hips lightly, pushed back tentatively and gasped again when she felt a warm dollop of Keefe’s saliva land on her upturned ass. He smeared it around her anus. “Full. Like I’m being stretched even though it’s just your finger. Wicked. Maybe even a little nasty.”

  Keefe laughed softly. “Do you like nasty, Meadow?”

  “Hmm, apparently I love it. With you.” She straightened her arms, propped up her torso and leaned back into him aggressively. “Fuck my ass, lover. Make me come again.”

  Keefe’s cock throbbed at her commanding tone but he knew better than to rush. Instead, he kept up his slow seduction of Meadow’s ass, sinking his finger into her gently, a little deeper each time. Another dollop of saliva joined the first. His other hand drew more of her juices from the mouth of her sheath and painted her anus with them. When he slowly slid a second finger into Meadow, she bucked but didn’t refuse him. “Arch your back a little more, baby,” he breathed, leaned forward and smoothed his lips over her spine, then he straightened. “Lay your head down on your arms. Relax. Let me do the work this time.”

  With a quiet, expectant sigh, Meadow complied and he loved her for it, loved her trust and willingness, loved the way she surrendered her power to him. She let it fuse with his and grow exponentially. He looked down at his Mate and growled with satisfaction. Her hair was wild, spread across the rumpled coverlet, her back arched and her hips lifted high in invitation, making her waist seem so tiny. Her loins were powerful and enticing as they thrust back at him. Whenever he slid his fingers into her and he slid them deep, as deep as they could go, Meadow moaned softly and the pleasure in the sound made him ache to be inside her.

  Her ass relaxed more and more around his fingers and Keefe finally let himself drag the head of his cock through her juices. He slid past her swollen nether lips, letting them caress him, drenching him with her cream. He eased his fingers out of her, spit into his hand, rubbed it over the head of his cock then fit himself to her puckered anus.

  “Relax, baby,” he breathed, harnessing his lust at the sight of his cock, poised to enter Meadow’s ass, knowing no one but he had ever touched her there. “Let me in.” He was experienced enough to know that a woman’s ability to take him like this all came down to her trust in him and her ability to relax. Her anus could open to him like her pussy, although he had to be far more gentle. Meadow didn’t balk and she didn’t pull away. Holding his breath and trying not to howl
his triumph, Keefe fit his hands to Meadow’s hips and pushed.

  Meadow’s thighs shook when the head of Keefe’s cock entered her. It was good. Good and foreign, and the stretching, the heat and the feel of him there was exquisite. It was like nothing else she’d felt. Meadow wanted to push back, wanted to encourage him to keep taking her but his big hands on her hips held her still and she relaxed her back consciously, surrendering her body to Keefe’s wicked talents.

  When the tight rosette of her anus snapped tight behind the head of his cock, Keefe stopped moving. He looked at them joined together and ground his teeth in an effort to keep from driving into her. Every muscle on his chest, shoulders and forearms was tight. They strained against his skin and his fresh Mating mark ached. He threw back his head and growled fiercely.

  Keefe couldn’t help pushing into Meadow just a little deeper when she let lose an answering cry. She trembled then settled her head back down on her forearms, waiting and wanting.

  He could smell the heat coming off her. The scent of Meadow’s need was heady, almost overpowering, and it was all Keefe could do to keep his thrusts gentle as he began to move, sawing in and out slowly, carefully, going deeper each time. His cock dragged the wrinkled skin around Meadow’s anus back and forth. When Meadow’s back punched up, Keefe growled and snapped his teeth. He eased his brutal grip on her hips and let her move with him, timing his strokes to her growing need as her anus eased its grip. Her ass felt like a tight ring sliding up and down his cock, making him want to take her hard, thrust faster, deeper and then he was deep inside her, as deep inside his Mate as he could go. Keefe groaned when his balls slapped Meadow’s wet, swollen pussy. The sound was a siren call. She heard it just like he did and Meadow lifted her torso, dug her hands into the bed and started driving herself back onto his cock. Her anus swallowed him up greedily in time with her drawn-out moans of pleasure, the sharp flick of her hair across her back. Keefe pinched her furshoat between thumb and forefinger and pulled hard enough to make the skin beneath it stand up in pinpoints. Meadow howled, muffling the sound by driving her fist into her mouth, but the sound still sent a sleeping flock of birds, nesting in a tree outside her window, into the air in panic.

  Keefe pulled again, harder this time, and groaned when she trembled and slammed her ass back into him.

  Meadow was so close to coming he could barely hold his strength back from her. He took her harder, driving his cock deeper. His balls slapped her pussy with a wet, rhythmic beat. They were hard and aching to spill their seed. He’d never been inside an ass this tight, this hot, and knowing he was the first, the only man who would ever feel this piece of heaven wrapped around his cock, Keefe growled. The sound was harsh and primal and utterly sexual, and Meadow’s hips ground back into him in response. Her ass swallowed him fully, stretched tight around the thick base of his cock and he knew she was coming, could feel the pulsing of her pussy lips against his balls, feel it as her ass clamped down on him and squeezed and pulled and demanded he join her.

  Keefe had no ability to resist and he felt the telltale tingling in his balls then the hot rush and throbbing of his come surging up his cock, coating her insides with his semen. It felt so good coming inside Meadow’s hot, tight ass. His cock was seated deep and pumping. Short, hard strokes churned his thick seed. He came hearing Meadow’s cries of ecstasy, smelling her pleasure.

  “Wow,” Meadow breathed and Keefe laughed. It was a sharp bark of delight then he firmed his grip on her hips and eased back. He started thrusting again. It was a slower, gentler rhythm, but still as intense, still as satisfying now that his Mate’s ass was so wet and widened just enough to hold him snugly without hurting either of them. Keefe thought about keeping it up, not letting his erection fade, but he felt a satisfied calm take him just like it was claiming Meadow. She was quiet now. Her ass was still high and proud and his, but she was sighing with sleepy pleasure and rolling her back sensuously. When she finally stopped and dropped her head with tired finality onto the bed, he laid his forehead on her spine. Keefe held his Mate tightly and eased them both onto their right sides, his cock still buried in her ass. He grabbed what blankets he could from the foot of the bed, covered their bodies, cradled her in his arms and was asleep about four seconds after Meadow.

  “So two weekends from now?”

  Keefe nodded as he slipped on his jacket. “I’ll be back then,” he promised, and kissed Meadow’s still-swollen mouth. She set her hairbrush down and picked up her backpack. “I’ll book us a hotel suite. You can study and we’ll order up room service.” He opened the door and they stepped out into the corridor. “And if you’re very good, I’ll make sure the room has a very big bed—but only if you study hard.” He pulled out his wallet while Meadow locked the door to her dormitory room. He handed her cash and charge cards, which she tucked into her jeans. “You gave your daddy’s cards back to him?” he asked with only the barest hint of a growl.

  “Yes, Keefe,” Meadow answered with exaggerated patience then glanced at her watch. “I’ve got to go,” she added with obvious displeasure, “or I won’t have time for breakfast before my first class. I love—” Meadow stopped speaking abruptly and she growled. It was a low, sustained, ominous sound and her head snapped to the side. Her nostrils flared as she looked down the hallway.

  “Oh. So it’s you.” The voice was deep for a woman’s, sultry and dripping with disdain. Like Meadow, the woman had a backpack slung over her shoulder. She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt with the school’s logo on it. She didn’t seem the least bit intimated by Meadow’s warning growl. She just kept on walking toward them, her sky-blue eyes looking over the two of them insolently. They fastened on Keefe’s face and narrowed for just an instant, right before the corner of her lush mouth turned up. “Thought you were dating his son.”

  “What do you want, Aurelia?” Meadow asked coldly.

  “How about the common courtesy of an introduction?”

  Meadow’s mouth flattened. She jerked her head in grudging acknowledgement. “Keefe, this is Aurelia Goddard. Aurelia, Keefe Rand.”

  Aurelia stuck out her hand and her golden brown hair swung aggressively with the movement. “You’re cuter than your photo in the Rand Mining Concilium’s newsletter.”

  Meadow growled ominously but Keefe ignored it, for the moment. “Goddard?” he asked, his eyes narrowing. “As in Goddard Silver Incorporated?”

  “One in the same. Adair Goddard is my father.”

  Keefe let go of the girl’s hand and turned to Meadow. “Did you know all three major silver mining companies in the hemisphere send their kids to this school?”

  “Small world, huh?” Meadow replied dryly then turned her full attention back to Aurelia and glared at her.

  Keefe took a moment to look at the girl. She looked like her father. A lot like him actually. She was tall, maybe an inch taller than Meadow, had high, sculpted cheekbones and broad shoulders. She was really quite lovely but there was an aggressiveness about her that turned him off. Maybe it was Meadow’s mother’s influence, but Meadow seemed far more comfortable with her strengths than this girl did.

  Aurelia returned Meadow’s glare then shrugged her pack off her shoulder, pulled out a pad of paper, a pen and started writing. “Make time to go to the school infirmary this morning. Ask Dr. Lansky for a prescription for this antibiotic specifically.” She ripped off the paper she’d written on and handed it to Meadow. “He’ll try to prescribe a silver bolus. Dissuade him. One good growl should do it.” She repacked her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “He’s got stock in the company that manufactures the bolus.” Aurelia pointed to the paper in Meadow’s hand. “It’s a low-dose broad-spectrum antibiotic. It’ll keep that fresh Mating wound, which I could smell from the next building over, from getting infected.” Aurelia turned her attention back to Keefe. “You, I won’t worry about. She, on the other hand, has got exams in a few weeks.” Aurelia turned and walked away. “Oh and I’m really going to enjoy phoning my father this
morning and giving him the heads-up that the Rand and Quinlan empires have just merged. News like this is better than insider trading.” With a wave, Aurelia Goddard disappeared down the stairs at the end of the hall.

  “Let me guess,” Keefe said dryly and took Meadow’s pack from her before heading down the hallway with her at his side. “That’s the other Alpha female in your year?”

  “The one and only,” Meadow confirmed testily. She glanced down at the paper in her hand, folded it neatly and put it in her pocket. “She’s in the nursing program.”

  “Hmm. Well, despite the fact you two obviously don’t get along, it was good of her to give that to you.”

  “Yes. And don’t I just hate that.”

  Chapter Eight

  Seven Weeks Later

  “Hmm,” Keefe was sitting at his desk, going through his mail. He held up a large envelope. “This is from the executive offices of your father’s company. And it’s addressed to me.” He pulled out a letter opener.

  Across the room, Meadow looked up at her Mate and couldn’t help the fondness she felt whenever she watched Keefe at work, even though it wasn’t the most appropriate reaction in the workplace. Keefe was a focused, determined businessman. She’d been present at more than enough of his meetings and listened in on enough of his conference calls to know he could be a demanding, even brutal, taskmaster. She’d also listened enough to know he was fair and broadminded and she knew she’d learn more in one summer working beside him that she’d learn in four years of Second-Schooling.

  Meadow had finished her exams a week ago and when Keefe brought her back home, she found that he’d reorganized his office for her. Gone was his massive wooden desk, replaced by a sleek, polished wood-and-metal partners’ desk. They could work seated across from one another. At the moment, though, Meadow was sitting at the big conference table, off to the far side of the office and tucked in beside the door with a slew of legal texts spread out around her.