Down & Dirty (Bundle) by Moira Rogers Page A

it won’t take
much…”
    He didn’t know what would help. His skin
heated, and he felt his control slipping away again. He bit her
with a growl and raised his head, knowing what she’d see in his
eyes -- the wolf. The rutting animal. The beast even his own wife
had always feared.
    Her eyes had slipped from brown to amber.
She growled and lifted her head just enough to bite his chin,
turning what should have been a gesture of submission into a
challenge. “That’s right,” she whispered, and her voice held a wild
edge this time. “Fuck me.”
    “ I’ll fuck you.” The words
sounded almost feral, even to his own ears. “Until you can’t take
it anymore. Until you beg me to stop.”
    Hazel dragged his mouth down to hers and bit
his lower lip with a hoarse groan. She tightened around his cock as
she ground up into his next thrust. “I’m going to come,” she
whispered against his mouth. “So fucking hard, so fucking
long.”
    Oliver growled again and lifted one of her
legs higher on his back. “Scream, Hazel. Tell me it’s good.”
    “ It’s perfect.” She bit his
jaw, then his earlobe. “The only thing better would be me on my
knees with you fucking me so deep I can’t remember anything but how
your cock feels.”
    The words, spoken with such
enthusiasm, were the last thing he expected, and the final blow to
his control. He threw back his head and managed one more thrust
before the world went white and then dark, with quick, tight pulses
of pleasure running down his spine. “ Fuck , Hazel…” She just ground up into
him one last time and came with a scream. Her pussy clenched around
him and drew out his pleasure until they were both panting for
breath.
    He rolled as soon as he stilled, bringing
her on top of him as he came to rest on his back. “Hazel.” It took
him a moment to catch his breath. “Are you all right?”
    She reached up with a shaking hand to push
long strands of dark hair away from her face. “Yes.”
    “ Nothing hurts?” As soon as
the words left him, he could have kicked himself.
    Hazel just laughed, soft and languid, and
kissed the center of his chest before turning to snuggle her cheek
against it. “I’m not fragile, Oliver.”
    He started to wrap his arms
around her but let them fall back to the bed. “Now you really need to rest
before we head out for my place.”
    “ Is that where we’re
going?” Her voice sounded drowsy and unconcerned. Trusting. “I
think I tore my dress even more taking it off. Can I wear the
blanket?”
    “ We’ll wrap you up,” he
assured her, finally sliding his hands across her back. “You’ll be
warm. Safe.”
    Her breathing had begun to even out. “I’m
already safe,” she murmured. “With you.”
    “ Sleep, Hazel.” He needed
to think, but he couldn’t, not with her naked body still pressed
against him. “Sleep.”

Chapter Three

    Hazel had been past Oliver’s house plenty of
times, and had even been outside of it once or twice with Ginny.
But in all of the time she’d longed for him, she’d never set so
much as a toe inside.
    It didn’t look like she
expected. It looked like a place Oliver only stayed, not like where
he lived . No knick
knacks or mementos lined the shelves, and everything was spotlessly
neat.
    He ushered her inside and knelt by the
hearth. “I’ll get a fire started, then I’ve got to check on my
stock. Do you want to go back to sleep for a little while?”
    She was more hungry than
tired, and not just for food anymore. Which means if I want to stay sane long enough to eat, I need
clothing. “Do you have something I can
wear? Maybe just an old shirt or something?”
    Instead of heading for the bedroom, he rose
and stripped off his own shirt. “Here.”
    Her gaze dropped to his chest. Warmth
flooded her as she stared at his broad shoulders and the hard
muscles of his arms that flexed as he held out the shirt. If she
reached out she might touch him, and if she touched him she’d be
begging him to fuck