mouth was hot, his tongue aggressive and demanding. Long fingers combed her hair, stroking her back. She arched into him, unable to grab hold of her thoughts.
He deepened the kiss. A growl rumbled inside him. His cock throbbed to life, hard and demanding as the rest of him.
One with the elements, carry both of us. Show us all and all we will see .
How the hell did he know the rhyme her mother had taught her?
His voice was right next to her, but he didn’t speak, didn’t stop kissing her.
His lips pressed against hers. Their tongues intertwined, exploring, thrusting, stroking.
But he had spoken…
Moira whimpered. Her thoughts twisted in a tangled mess, making it impossible to think. Dante had just spoken but he couldn’t have. It didn’t make any fucking sense.
She knew what she heard though. Dwelling on it was enough to clear her head.
He impaled her mouth with his tongue. Again he spoke to her in her mind. Unless you control your thoughts, no physical action you inflict will allow you to win .
Moira ripped her mouth from his. Every gasp of air filled her lungs with his scent, his domination, his control of the situation, of her.
She stared at her hand, her fingers stretched over the curly black hair that covered hard, smooth muscle. Strong hands slowly stroked her back. His lips moved over her forehead.
More than anything, she wanted to know how the hell he spoke in her thoughts.
Asking would make her sound like a damned fool and admit he possessed a strength she didn’t have. No way would she let him see her weakness or her curiosity.
“The gift you have is untamed. And until you understand it, you’ll never be able to control it.” His breath was like fire against her skin.
And his words didn’t make a damned bit of sense.
Nothing did. Too many muscles pressed against her. His hands on her, stroking, caressing, gentle and yet more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced in her life.
Unable to find her own strength, trapped by her own lust, this incredible werewolf who held her created a fire inside her that burned out of control. Her thoughts wouldn’t focus. The throbbing between her legs pulsed painfully, building inside her. Need that was riper, more powerful than she could handle coursed through her veins.
She’d been seduced before. The best of them had taken her on. Nothing had ever hit her like this. It didn’t make sense. No werewolf got the better of her.
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Living Extinct
Chapter Six
Her dark skin was soft and smooth. Black hair, coarse like raw silk, teased his flesh.
Every inch of her was fucking perfect. Dante had known that much for years.
Her thoughts, torn and confused, lust-filled and on fire, threw him off balance. It wasn’t too often that he cursed the gift. This was the moment he’d ached to experience for as long as he’d known her, as long as he’d had the knowledge that she would be his.
Holding her, feeling her against him, was better than any fantasy he’d ever had about her. And there had been a hell of a lot of those.
Her breasts were full and ripe. Her dark nipples puckered against his palm, teasing the soft part of his flesh when he brushed over them. His hands stroked the curve of her hip, reaching the end of that blasted T-shirt she’d put on. Finding skin again, he gripped her soft ass. He was so close to her heat and her aroused scent that it about did him in. Her small hands, hesitant and warm, rested against his chest. She wanted him.
Fuck. He needed her so desperately he was about to explode. But it wasn’t finally having her body pressed against his that threw him off guard—and damn, the way she stretched against him brought out a carnal side that he didn’t want to control. It was her thoughts, raw and wild. More aggressive than he’d realized they would be. Her loyalty to a pack that no longer existed, to a sire and mother she hadn’t seen in five years, was stronger than he’d expected it would be.
That brought him pause.
He deepened the kiss. A growl rumbled inside him. His cock throbbed to life, hard and demanding as the rest of him.
One with the elements, carry both of us. Show us all and all we will see .
How the hell did he know the rhyme her mother had taught her?
His voice was right next to her, but he didn’t speak, didn’t stop kissing her.
His lips pressed against hers. Their tongues intertwined, exploring, thrusting, stroking.
But he had spoken…
Moira whimpered. Her thoughts twisted in a tangled mess, making it impossible to think. Dante had just spoken but he couldn’t have. It didn’t make any fucking sense.
She knew what she heard though. Dwelling on it was enough to clear her head.
He impaled her mouth with his tongue. Again he spoke to her in her mind. Unless you control your thoughts, no physical action you inflict will allow you to win .
Moira ripped her mouth from his. Every gasp of air filled her lungs with his scent, his domination, his control of the situation, of her.
She stared at her hand, her fingers stretched over the curly black hair that covered hard, smooth muscle. Strong hands slowly stroked her back. His lips moved over her forehead.
More than anything, she wanted to know how the hell he spoke in her thoughts.
Asking would make her sound like a damned fool and admit he possessed a strength she didn’t have. No way would she let him see her weakness or her curiosity.
“The gift you have is untamed. And until you understand it, you’ll never be able to control it.” His breath was like fire against her skin.
And his words didn’t make a damned bit of sense.
Nothing did. Too many muscles pressed against her. His hands on her, stroking, caressing, gentle and yet more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced in her life.
Unable to find her own strength, trapped by her own lust, this incredible werewolf who held her created a fire inside her that burned out of control. Her thoughts wouldn’t focus. The throbbing between her legs pulsed painfully, building inside her. Need that was riper, more powerful than she could handle coursed through her veins.
She’d been seduced before. The best of them had taken her on. Nothing had ever hit her like this. It didn’t make sense. No werewolf got the better of her.
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Living Extinct
Chapter Six
Her dark skin was soft and smooth. Black hair, coarse like raw silk, teased his flesh.
Every inch of her was fucking perfect. Dante had known that much for years.
Her thoughts, torn and confused, lust-filled and on fire, threw him off balance. It wasn’t too often that he cursed the gift. This was the moment he’d ached to experience for as long as he’d known her, as long as he’d had the knowledge that she would be his.
Holding her, feeling her against him, was better than any fantasy he’d ever had about her. And there had been a hell of a lot of those.
Her breasts were full and ripe. Her dark nipples puckered against his palm, teasing the soft part of his flesh when he brushed over them. His hands stroked the curve of her hip, reaching the end of that blasted T-shirt she’d put on. Finding skin again, he gripped her soft ass. He was so close to her heat and her aroused scent that it about did him in. Her small hands, hesitant and warm, rested against his chest. She wanted him.
Fuck. He needed her so desperately he was about to explode. But it wasn’t finally having her body pressed against his that threw him off guard—and damn, the way she stretched against him brought out a carnal side that he didn’t want to control. It was her thoughts, raw and wild. More aggressive than he’d realized they would be. Her loyalty to a pack that no longer existed, to a sire and mother she hadn’t seen in five years, was stronger than he’d expected it would be.
That brought him pause.
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