Cursed Vengeance by Rebecca Brooke, Brandy L Rivers

I’m a stranger. You don’t know me.”
    “Are you saying you aren’t connected to me? You don’t feel what I’m feeling to some degree?” I covered his hard length and squeezed. “You feel something for me.” Hiding the smirk was impossible.
    Dylan grabbed my wrist. “Don’t tease me. If you change your mind it’s going to be my fault. I’m trying to save you the heartache.”
    “Damn it, Dylan, I told you, it’s too late to deny it. I’m not running away.” Tears stung my eyes. The thought of losing Dylan was as bad, worse even, than losing Sean. I couldn’t see myself without him. Once that finally settled in, my decision was made, whether it later ripped out my heart or not.
    His thumbs wiped under my eyes as he blinked back his own unshed tears. “Are you sure?”
    “I am. Whatever happens, I’m sure.”
    His mouth crushed over mine, desperate, hungry, full of emotion that rocked through me. Just as abruptly he tore away. “You might slap me for this, but uh—shit.”
    “Spill it,” I breathed.
    “Can’t do a condom. Won’t seal the bond, and it will only make this need to fulfill it worse. I’ve heard stories.”
    I couldn’t help laughing. “You clean?”
    He nodded slowly. “The doctor’s not going to argue?”
    “I’m on the pill. I’m not ready for a pup.” I winked. “But I trust you.”
    “Last chance to back out.”
    “Not happening.” I grabbed his waistband and dragged him up the stairs.
    Halfway up, he scooped me into his arms and ran the rest of the way. “Which door?” he demanded.
    A thrill of excitement rolled through me. “Left.”
    He threw it open and set me on my feet before the bed. “I’m torn. I want to make love to you, but there’s nothing gentle about what I want to do right now.”
    “Gentle can come later. The need you mentioned, it’s raging.” I kicked off my shoes, pulling the shirt over my head.
    His pants hit the ground, his shirt a second later, then his hands were shoving the pants down my legs as he backed me into the bed. His body was chiseled like a Greek god and his cock magnificent.
    I wrapped my hand around his length and groaned with him. He had my bra sliding down my arms before his fingers slipped under my panties. One yank and I was bare as he laid me down.
    “Fucking gorgeous,” he hissed, kneeling at the end of the bed, pushing my legs open.
    My mind spun as his tongue swept through my heat with a growl. Fast, hard, he licked and sucked at me until I couldn’t tell where one sensation ended and another began. His fingers pushed into me, stretching, rubbing, stroking just right.
    My hand tangled in his hair as the pleasure spiraled out of control. I screamed his name as the climax erupted, leaving me a trembling mess as I tried to remember how to breathe.
    Still, he lapped at me, making the sexiest growling noise I’d ever heard before he pushed me up the bed, crawling over me.
    All I could see were his eyes faded to pale gold like his wolf’s. “Need you,” he whispered. “Tell me you want this.”
    “Need it,” I begged, reaching between us to guide him to my entrance. I’d never wanted a man as bad as I craved him inside me. His head slipped in and I barely moved my hand before he thrust into me hard, filling me completely. I cried out, gripping a handful of his ass.
    Dylan searched my face for some sign. My body was on sensation overload, but I didn’t want it to stop. Raising my head, I nipped his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth before kissing him hard.
    My wrists were pulled over my head and caught in one of his big hands as he stared down at me, his hips retreating. The slow glide sent a ripple of power through me. My magic flowed through the room with his powerful stroke.
    His beast rose up in his soul. I couldn’t see it, he didn’t change, but I felt it slide against me as Dylan pounded into me. The pleasure so intense I was sure it had to end any second, but he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down and