Down & Dirty (Bundle) by Moira Rogers

hurt.
    Instead it was perfect, riding the edge of
discomfort but staying just on the side of pleasure. She moaned and
forced her eyes open again, staring up into eyes that still looked
more wolf than human. “Do I feel good?”
    “ Good.” The word seemed
torn from him. He drew back and thrust home again.
    It was growing harder to concentrate on his
words. She slid her legs higher up his side and moaned deep in her
throat when the movement eased him even deeper. Her eyes fluttered
shut as she tried to draw breath.
    Oliver licked her lips and chin. “I’ll make
it worth the wait,” he promised in a low, hoarse whisper. “When I’m
finished, you won’t be able to walk, but you’ll feel so damn good
you won’t care.”
    She could barely make sense of his words.
She needed powerful thrusts that satisfied the wolf, that claimed
and dominated. Maybe later she’d be grateful for the gentle
consideration, but now she squirmed, trapped by the press of his
hips and his grip on her wrists but desperate for more. “Harder.
Take me harder.”
    He drove into her again, obeying her
pleading words with another harsh groan. “Hazel --”
    “ Yes!” She got her legs
around his back and rocked up into the next perfect thrust, so deep
and powerful it pushed her over the edge. Pleasure tore through
her, driving her head back as she screamed and let go of everything
she’d been holding inside.
    It felt so good it almost
hurt. The unbearable pressure that had built over months of
self-denial exploded as her wolf embraced a mate. And not just any
mate, but her mate, the one she’d chosen and stalked so patiently, the one
who had belonged to her long before the human had realized how deep
her feelings had grown.
    With everything she’d ever wanted in her
arms, Hazel gave in to bliss.

    Oliver Russell was in hell.
    He bit his lip hard enough to taste blood
and rocked through another of Hazel’s orgasms, closing his fists
around the blanket when her pussy gripped him in a hot, rippling
caress. She went wild under him, and he cursed silently.
    Don’t come. Just don’t
fucking come. Hazel had been hurting,
almost sick with fever, but the last thing either of them needed
was for him to lose control and let the fever take him,
too.
    She panted his name as she
came down, her voice hoarse from the screams she’d stopped trying
to hold back. She was nearing the limits of her endurance, but he
knew all too well that this was only the beginning. After a few
hours of sleep and something to eat she’d be hot for him again,
desperate for sex until she’d worn them both out.
    “ Shh.” He slowed and
stopped, his cock still throbbing and hard. “You should rest for a
while.”
    Her dark eyes drifted open, filled with
confusion and a hint of doubt. “What’s wrong?”
    He brushed her hair off her forehead. “We
can stop now. You’ll be okay if we do.”
    “ But you didn’t --” She
swallowed, and she sounded self-conscious as hell. “Did I do
something wrong? I-I told you, it’s only been humans…”
    He still trembled with the effort it took
not to keep pounding into her until his own release came, hot and
blinding and perfect. “You didn’t do anything wrong. But we’re not
-- I mean, this isn’t --”
    “ Good?” It sounded
heartbroken. Hazel closed her eyes and lifted her hands to his
shoulders. “Help me make it good for you.”
    His heart twisted. “It’s good,” he rasped.
“But you don’t want me, Hazel. Not like this.”
    “ I do.” She rocked up a
little, a tentative gesture that tightened the muscles at the base
of his spine and made his cock twitch. “I want this. I want you to
feel like I do.”
    Even that tiny movement
undid him, and he bent his face to her neck as he began thrusting
again, hard and fast. “Help me let go.” Make this be all right.
    She shuddered beneath him and shifted one
hand to curl in his hair as her body rose to meet his thrusts.
“Will -- will it help if I come again? Because