She knew less about the giftthan he’d anticipated. It made sense. Bruno never took the time to help her develop it, wishing her to have a normal upbringing. But even Bruno and Renee thought she’d explore her gift more than she had. Yet she’d suppressed it, hiding behind the world of GWAR and keeping damaged emotions hidden, which hadn’t given them time to heal. Bruno hadn’t made him promise to this, but knowing what he now saw in Moira, he would have to take matters slower, draw out what she had, let her experience what was inside her for herself.
Fucking her would be no problem. Taking her hard, riding her while she screamed—he wanted that more than he wanted to breathe. And she’d let him fuck her.
That made it even harder. She’d growl and grumble, show a little tooth and claw, but her hot little body pulsed with hard, raw lust. And he saw that challenging him, taking him on, got her more hot and bothered than submitting and going belly-up. She ached for his cock as badly as he ached to give it to her. Truth be told, her getting riled made his cock swell with need faster than any bitch going docile on him ever had.
“What do you know about the gift?” She asked the question that he knew plagued her thoughts as badly as her lust for him did.
“I know it flows in your blood as strongly as it courses through mine.”
55
Lorie O’Clare
The only way she could back away from him was to climb onto the couch. His arms kept her pinned, unable to move to either side, while his fingers stroked that perfect curve of ass right above her thighs. He looked down at the top of her head, at the way her black hair parted over her glowing caramel-colored skin.
As a cub, his pack had moved around Europe, exposing him to many different races. The belief that werewolves should mate with their own still ran strong among most packs. Werewolves were even more antiquated than humans.
Moira appealed to him though. No matter that many would comment on their different races. Neither he nor Moira had strong ties with any pack that would judge them for mating. Diluting the line, some would call it. Bruno hadn’t seen it that way—
he’d created a new line, having nothing to do with nationality or breed. Dante didn’t see it that way either. He saw Moira, spirited, aggressive, taking on the world when it had labeled her extinct. And even though her thoughts at this close range were new to him, her warrior drive, her will to survive, to fight, to challenge and not accept until she was satisfied turned him on more than any other bitch he’d ever met.
She pushed against his chest, a feeble attempt on her part to create space. He dug his fingers into her ass, shoving her against his hard cock. Her entire body jumped.
Looking up at him quickly, her lips parting, forming a small circle while a breath escaped her, the need that swarmed in her gaze had his cock throbbing between them.
“If you had the gift then you should have helped save my pack,” she said bitterly.
Now wasn’t the time to defend his actions or what had actually transpired all those years ago. Already she suspected his ability to grab her thoughts. And yet she wanted a reason to deny that he’d been in her mind. She’d grab on to anything right now to call him a liar again. Well, he wouldn’t feed her fire.
At least not the fire that instigated her temper.
“There are many things you don’t know,” he whispered, bringing his hands up her back, raising her shirt with his movements.
“And you claim to know so much.” She lowered her arms, pressing against him to block his path up her warm body. “Your actions belie your words.”
“How is that?” He slipped his fingers around her waist.
She didn’t have half his strength, probably less than that in her human form. No matter that she tried to control his wandering hands, she was no match. “For all I know, you saw me five years ago, liked what you smelled, and just happened to stumble into
Fucking her would be no problem. Taking her hard, riding her while she screamed—he wanted that more than he wanted to breathe. And she’d let him fuck her.
That made it even harder. She’d growl and grumble, show a little tooth and claw, but her hot little body pulsed with hard, raw lust. And he saw that challenging him, taking him on, got her more hot and bothered than submitting and going belly-up. She ached for his cock as badly as he ached to give it to her. Truth be told, her getting riled made his cock swell with need faster than any bitch going docile on him ever had.
“What do you know about the gift?” She asked the question that he knew plagued her thoughts as badly as her lust for him did.
“I know it flows in your blood as strongly as it courses through mine.”
55
Lorie O’Clare
The only way she could back away from him was to climb onto the couch. His arms kept her pinned, unable to move to either side, while his fingers stroked that perfect curve of ass right above her thighs. He looked down at the top of her head, at the way her black hair parted over her glowing caramel-colored skin.
As a cub, his pack had moved around Europe, exposing him to many different races. The belief that werewolves should mate with their own still ran strong among most packs. Werewolves were even more antiquated than humans.
Moira appealed to him though. No matter that many would comment on their different races. Neither he nor Moira had strong ties with any pack that would judge them for mating. Diluting the line, some would call it. Bruno hadn’t seen it that way—
he’d created a new line, having nothing to do with nationality or breed. Dante didn’t see it that way either. He saw Moira, spirited, aggressive, taking on the world when it had labeled her extinct. And even though her thoughts at this close range were new to him, her warrior drive, her will to survive, to fight, to challenge and not accept until she was satisfied turned him on more than any other bitch he’d ever met.
She pushed against his chest, a feeble attempt on her part to create space. He dug his fingers into her ass, shoving her against his hard cock. Her entire body jumped.
Looking up at him quickly, her lips parting, forming a small circle while a breath escaped her, the need that swarmed in her gaze had his cock throbbing between them.
“If you had the gift then you should have helped save my pack,” she said bitterly.
Now wasn’t the time to defend his actions or what had actually transpired all those years ago. Already she suspected his ability to grab her thoughts. And yet she wanted a reason to deny that he’d been in her mind. She’d grab on to anything right now to call him a liar again. Well, he wouldn’t feed her fire.
At least not the fire that instigated her temper.
“There are many things you don’t know,” he whispered, bringing his hands up her back, raising her shirt with his movements.
“And you claim to know so much.” She lowered her arms, pressing against him to block his path up her warm body. “Your actions belie your words.”
“How is that?” He slipped his fingers around her waist.
She didn’t have half his strength, probably less than that in her human form. No matter that she tried to control his wandering hands, she was no match. “For all I know, you saw me five years ago, liked what you smelled, and just happened to stumble into
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