Carinian's Seeker by T. J. Michaels Page A

and easy. Not after she’d built him up with such fierce play. The woman must totally be into torture. When she grinned up at him, her eyes filled with triumph at his obvious distress, he knew he was right. Yep, definitely into torture. Fine, because he sure as hell wasn’t too proud to beg—but only with her. If it had been anyone else trying his patience, he would have pulled his jeans on and stepped right out the door.
    “Carin, baby…I can’t take the teasing. Not now,” he pleaded, grinding his back teeth together as he forced the words out past his tingling fangs. He spoke to those damned fangs, too close to losing it. Stay in there. Stay sheathed, damn it .
    Her mouth covered him again, taking him deeply. He yelled to the ceiling, yanked the ponytail out of her hair and buried his fingers in the cottony softness. Touching her face, her neck and everywhere his fingers could reach, he loved the play of muscles in her mouth and throat, all hot, warm suction as she went down on him. Almost as exquisite as being inside her pussy. Almost.
    Carin let out a startled yelp when it was Bix’s turn to play. He pulled her off her knees, swept her up in his arms and headed for the bedroom. He grinned at the deer-in-the-headlights widening of her eyes when she landed in the middle of the bed with a bounce. She may have been a bit surprised at his manhandling, but he knew she liked it. Carin didn’t want a wuss for a man. She wanted an alpha, like him. Stalking her slowly, he walked around the entire bed, growling low in his throat when her eyes went all misty and desperate. Then he was on her, stripping her T-shirt and sweats off, followed by a sheer piece of underwear that should have been illegal to wear, even under her clothes. With a single yank, it was history, along with her bra.
    When she was naked, trembling and reaching for him, Bix pulled back the curtains and adjusted the blinds to allow the moonlight to stream in without anyone seeing into the house. The pale beams set her perfect skin aglow.
    He climbed onto the bed next to Carin’s writhing body with one goal—to hear her say she wanted him always.
    “Up on your knees, sweetheart.” Instead she lay on her back, rolled her hips and looked him dead in the eye as she stretched her arms up over her head. She wasn’t projecting any thoughts right now, her mind void of everything except the need to be challenged, taken. Mounted.
    “Carin, up on your knees. Now.” His voice was hard with passion, not anger. When she didn’t comply, the prime male rose up in him. Bix flipped her over on her stomach and instinctively clamped his teeth down on her neck when she struggled. She immediately stilled. He licked the same spot to soothe away the sting and felt her arousal bloom again. But the firm slap on her bare ass made it skyrocket.
    “Ooh! Do it again,” she hissed. “Yes, just like that, Bix.” Up on her knees now, she pushed back against him with an urgent swivel of her hips. Was she ready? Oh yeah, and it was not like him to keep a lady waiting. He positioned the head of his cock against her weeping slit and slid in slowly. After an inch, he stilled and clamped his lips together. Perhaps the danger of his fangs piercing through the flesh would give him some measure of control. Carin turned and snarled at him and he felt them pierce his lips. Damn, this wasn’t working.
    He gave her another inch and she dropped her shoulders down on the bed, hiking her ass up in the air. Rubbing her breasts against the comforter, she slid her hands all over the soft bedding, mewling frantically until he gave her some more cock.
    “Bix, stop playing with me, damn it. Fuck me already.” She didn’t care that she yelled at a man who towered over her, and was strong enough to pick her up and toss her around. Her pussy was on fire and only he could put it out. And he knew it.
    “You want me, sweetheart?” He eased in and out, peppering her back and shoulders with hot but