her climax.
“Like that, sugar?” When she didn't answer, he growled, “Tell me, chéri, did you like that?" There was violence in his guttural voice.
“I liked it, Warrick.” Somehow she got the words out.
“Good girl,” he said as he began rubbing his cock against the wet lips of her sex. He continued to massage the tiny opening between her cheeks with one finger.
“Look at me, Lorelei,” he ordered, his voice velvet gravel. She looked over her shoulder into his eyes. “Watch me. Watch me take you.” He sounded completely bestial now.
She watched as he grabbed her hips and thrust into her wet center. He groaned and she cried out. She threw her hands in front to support herself. He gripped her with one arm around her waist and pumped himself into her.
He couldn't get deep enough. Her scent was killing him. The little cries and mewling noises she was making were driving him out of his mind. His beast was barely staying under the surface.
“Do you like this, baby? Tell me!” he demanded, growling gutturally, his teeth lengthening.
“I—I—yes!” she groaned. “Yes, Warrick,” she submitted.
“You're mine! Nobody's but mine! You got that? SAY IT!” He snarled the words at her. His claws were showing on his hands. She didn't notice. “Look at me and say it!"
“Yours, Warrick, only yours,” she promised him, looking back over her shoulder.
He thrust his rigid cock violently into the silky, hot heat he craved. He pounded into her over and over.
He came with a roar. “MINE!” he bellowed. His jaw clamped on the muscle between her shoulder and neck. He didn't notice the taste of blood on his tongue.
His semen shot into her in hot spurts. Her orgasm followed his, clenching and unclenching on his cock as he emptied himself into her. His teeth remained buried in her flesh.
They stayed locked together for a minute or two. He released her shoulder from his extended canines after long minutes. He slowly eased himself out and off of her. She slipped to the floor, sobbing. His anger seeped away. What had he just done? He touched her shoulder. “Lorelei...” She shook her head and scooted away.
He tucked his genitals back into his jeans and zipped them. He looked at her longingly and saw the marks from his teeth and the blood dripping down her back. His seed trickled out of her onto the floor.
He turned and walked out the door. She didn't move until the outer door closed. He heard her scramble to her feet, and he heard the door lock. As he listened, he heard the bathroom door open and close. The shower came on. He walked around his building and got in his truck.
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Chapter 15
Dekon Warrick Martine was the very definition of “ugly, mean, and nasty.” Most people who saw the Sheriff coming these days went in the other direction. He didn't know what was going on with Renaud right then.
He saw his nephew with Zierra a time or two the first few days after his last visit to Lorelei, but not at all after that. He knew he'd been wrong to spout that filth to Lorelei about Renaud.
He'd been hurt that she didn't answer his calls. He'd been angry that she chose to spend the day and night with Renaud. He should have gone to her and talked to her. Instead, he'd whipped himself into a frenzy about things he knew weren't true. He really was a mean old bastard.
Lorelei had her telephone disconnected the morning after War's last visit. She put a note on the door saying classes were cancelled for the next week. War heard Renaud tell a few people that the ballet school would be closed for a time. He wondered about that but he kept his distance.
Ten days later, War sat in his office and watched her dance. She looked like the perfect little ballerina. He wanted her so much. He knew he'd behaved badly. He just didn't know what he should do to fix things with her. Still, he was who he was. He'd just have to move forward. He leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on the windowsill.
He watched his mate
“Like that, sugar?” When she didn't answer, he growled, “Tell me, chéri, did you like that?" There was violence in his guttural voice.
“I liked it, Warrick.” Somehow she got the words out.
“Good girl,” he said as he began rubbing his cock against the wet lips of her sex. He continued to massage the tiny opening between her cheeks with one finger.
“Look at me, Lorelei,” he ordered, his voice velvet gravel. She looked over her shoulder into his eyes. “Watch me. Watch me take you.” He sounded completely bestial now.
She watched as he grabbed her hips and thrust into her wet center. He groaned and she cried out. She threw her hands in front to support herself. He gripped her with one arm around her waist and pumped himself into her.
He couldn't get deep enough. Her scent was killing him. The little cries and mewling noises she was making were driving him out of his mind. His beast was barely staying under the surface.
“Do you like this, baby? Tell me!” he demanded, growling gutturally, his teeth lengthening.
“I—I—yes!” she groaned. “Yes, Warrick,” she submitted.
“You're mine! Nobody's but mine! You got that? SAY IT!” He snarled the words at her. His claws were showing on his hands. She didn't notice. “Look at me and say it!"
“Yours, Warrick, only yours,” she promised him, looking back over her shoulder.
He thrust his rigid cock violently into the silky, hot heat he craved. He pounded into her over and over.
He came with a roar. “MINE!” he bellowed. His jaw clamped on the muscle between her shoulder and neck. He didn't notice the taste of blood on his tongue.
His semen shot into her in hot spurts. Her orgasm followed his, clenching and unclenching on his cock as he emptied himself into her. His teeth remained buried in her flesh.
They stayed locked together for a minute or two. He released her shoulder from his extended canines after long minutes. He slowly eased himself out and off of her. She slipped to the floor, sobbing. His anger seeped away. What had he just done? He touched her shoulder. “Lorelei...” She shook her head and scooted away.
He tucked his genitals back into his jeans and zipped them. He looked at her longingly and saw the marks from his teeth and the blood dripping down her back. His seed trickled out of her onto the floor.
He turned and walked out the door. She didn't move until the outer door closed. He heard her scramble to her feet, and he heard the door lock. As he listened, he heard the bathroom door open and close. The shower came on. He walked around his building and got in his truck.
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Chapter 15
Dekon Warrick Martine was the very definition of “ugly, mean, and nasty.” Most people who saw the Sheriff coming these days went in the other direction. He didn't know what was going on with Renaud right then.
He saw his nephew with Zierra a time or two the first few days after his last visit to Lorelei, but not at all after that. He knew he'd been wrong to spout that filth to Lorelei about Renaud.
He'd been hurt that she didn't answer his calls. He'd been angry that she chose to spend the day and night with Renaud. He should have gone to her and talked to her. Instead, he'd whipped himself into a frenzy about things he knew weren't true. He really was a mean old bastard.
Lorelei had her telephone disconnected the morning after War's last visit. She put a note on the door saying classes were cancelled for the next week. War heard Renaud tell a few people that the ballet school would be closed for a time. He wondered about that but he kept his distance.
Ten days later, War sat in his office and watched her dance. She looked like the perfect little ballerina. He wanted her so much. He knew he'd behaved badly. He just didn't know what he should do to fix things with her. Still, he was who he was. He'd just have to move forward. He leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on the windowsill.
He watched his mate
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