Im sorry, she husked. Barrick furrowed his brow. Why was she apologizing for his actions?

You have nothing to be sorry for. Im the freak, not you. Lyzas eyes clouded over, turning a shade off of black. Her jaw turned to stone as her stare burned holes into the side of Barricks head. Say it again, she forced through her teeth. Barrick finally looked straight at her, his brow melting into one deep ravine. Say your a freak again. I dare you. Barrick couldnt comprehend her anger, especially as deep as it had seemed to take root. He almost laughed at her expression and the ridiculousness it represented. He stood and faced her head on, rising a good head above her until she had to tilt her neck just a pinch to comfortably see his eyes. Im a freak. In a blink of an eye Barrick went from looking down at the beautiful black brown of Lyzas irises to the paint peeling from the door frame, a fresh fire burning in his cheek. He looked back at Lyza, shocked that shed just smacked him, peeved that she was practically smiling at him. The fire in his cheek spread to the rest of his face until his vision turned red. Lyzas smirk slipped from her face when she saw the rage creep across Barricks visage and she stumbled backward toward the opening in the sliding glass door. Barrick huffed after her, tromping so loudly that his footsteps shook the walls. Lyzas eyes darted about the house, expecting the roof to fall down around them, before permanently gluing her focus on the bull that was Barrick. She had to stop when the backs of her legs pressed into the lip of the fire pit in the center of the living room, the warmth of simmering cinders heating her back. Barrick didnt stop until he was mere inches from Lyza, his heavy breaths stirring the wisps of hair across her forehead. An animalistic snarl escaped him before he deeply inhaled, taking in Lyzas scent intermingling with his own. It had to be from her sleeping in his bed and then on his couch, where he had so recently slept himself. He liked the way he smelled on her, inhaling another lung full. He caught her trepidatious look and stared into her chocolate eyes, his pupils dilating until only rings of blue encircled them. Lyzas breath caught, her features smoothing into something much more seductive. Her tongue quickly swept across her bottom lip, and the thin shimmer than was left behind snapped something inside Barrick. He lunged for her, snaking a hand behind her neck as he crushed her mouth with his own. His tongue pressed roughly against her swollen lips, demanding entrance until she submitted. She unsuccessfully attempted to keep him at bay, pressing her hands against his perfectly sculpted chest as he ravaged her mouth. He pulled away abruptly, his breathing heavy and unsteady, Lyzas in perfect sync. He lightly touched his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as he tried to reign in the unfamiliar sensations swirling around in his chest and stomach. I want to go with you, Lyza rasped out. She swallowed heavily, her pulse hammering in Barricks ears. I want to go with you to Little Rock. Barrick stretched back to his full height, glaring down at Lyza. She wouldnt be safe with him where he was going. He didnt want her with him anyway...did he? Biting his bitter tongue, Barrick simply shook his head. Lyza frowned up at him, shoving him lightly away from her. If you dont willingly take me, then Ill follow you. Lyzas stubborn insistence fanned Barricks cooling coals to a new blaze. He growled loudly, stepping the small

distance toward her, but she shoved him away again. The blaze of anger broke into an uncontrollable wildfire, smothering any inkling of sanity Barrick had maintained. With a fistful of chestnut hair, Barrick half dragged, half escorted Lyza to the bedroom, roughly helping her onto the comforter before smothering her bulging body with his own. He claimed her mouth, pinning her hands above her head in one of his. He tugged the bottom of her shirt over her swollen belly and up over her voluptuous breasts. He broke away from her lips, swiftly working his way down her neck and chest. When he reached the V at the top of her mounded flesh he paused, glancing up at Lyza. A hint of fear flashed in her stunning eyes until Barrick flicked his tongue out and licked the top of her left breast. Lyza threw her head back and released a soft moan. Barrick did it again on the right breast and smiled when her moan grew louder. Barrick dragged his teeth along the soft skin, his abnormally long canines lightly scraping red lines into the olive perfection. When Lyza didnt complain of pain, he did it again, catching the lacy fabric of her bra as he went, pulling it completely away from her breasts. Without hesitation, Barrick sucked a nipple into his mouth, grinding the solid mass in his pants against Lyzas thigh. She cried out, bliss deeply etched into her features. Barrick raised himself up until his crotch lined up with hers, and he thrust in, rubbing his erection against Lyzas sweet spot. Her moans became incessant, reverberating around them like an erotic lullaby. Barrick kissed his way back up her neck, twisting the saturated nipple with his free hand. He ran his tongue up the length of Lyzas ear, pleased with the shudder that ran through her writhing body. Lyza... Barrick purred softly into her ear. He nipped at the lobe. Im going to fuck you now. He heard her breath catch, but she didnt refuse him. With a swift yank, Lyzas pants flew to the floor. Barrick released her hands to remove her lace panties - they matched her bra - and had only gotten them as far as mid-thigh when Lyza sat halfway up and undid his jeans. Before they hit the floor, mind blowing warmth wrapped around his throbbing member, stroking him, teasing him. He let out a guttural moan, and tangled his fingers in Lyzas hair, soaking in the moment. Scalding desire flooded his veins, burning him up from the inside out. Barrick fisted his hands in Lyzas dark wavy curls and thrust deep inside the wet heat of her mouth. Lyza let out a moan that nearly ended him. In one smooth motion, Barrick flipped Lyza back onto the bed on her hands and knees, ass bared. Her belly rubbed against the fabric of the comforter, but she looked comfortable. Hell, she looked ravishing, her eyes glazed with lust as she gazed back at Barrick expectantly. With a quick shake of her perfect backside and an evil grin, Barrick buried himself to the hilt in her eager folds. He didnt move for a moment, taking in the overwhelming sensations that Lyzas body caused. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked down at Lyza. Her body hadnt lost any of its shape from the pregnancy, her olive skin still smooth and undamaged as it stretched over her taut muscles and around her perfect hourglass figure. Barrick felt himself throb inside Lyza and she clenched her muscles around him, letting him know she felt it too. Slowly, she pulled away from him before slamming herself back down the length of him. The remainder of Barricks control unraveled in an instant. He grabbed a handful of Lyzas hair, thrusting himself again and again inside of her tightness. There was no gentleness in his motions, each thrust deep and hard as he pulled back in her hair. It was an act of need, like a crazed animal seeking out release and satisfaction. Lyza simply pushed back into Barrick with every thrust,

deepening the penetration, raising the level of pleasure tenfold. Barrick wasnt going to last long, but Lyza was already growing tighter, nearing her own climax. Barrick draped himself along Lyzas back and licked the length of her neck, eyes glued to the pulsating spot that marked her jugular. He wanted to bite her, but knew it could kill her and her child if he hit that one vein. He quickened his thrusts, hoping his release would kill the growing thirst. He nibbled her shoulder, forcing his gaze away from her neck as he dug his nails into Lyzas hips. She was practically screaming his name when he heard her yell, Bite me! He hesitated, sure his ears were playing tricks on him. When Lyza turned her head toward him and said it again, he couldnt stop himself. Barrick clamped down on her shoulder, his canines barely puncturing the skin, and Lyza fell over the edge, her contractions pulling Barrick over with her, milking him dry. Lyza collapsed on her side, but Barrick stayed upright, licking the crimson droplets from her skin.