my path again,” she whispered, her lips barely moving. “Do you really think you’re the first to try and play this game?”
Her touch grew hot, too hot. He looked down at her hands, her dark skin making him look pale in comparison. For a moment he saw what she attempted. Smoke appeared around her fingers. The heat from her hands was building. If he allowed it, he would smell burnt flesh, see the flames she cast into his mind as she worked his own thoughts against him to make him believe his arms were on fire.
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Living Extinct
The parts of her gift that she knew, she’d mastered very well. GWAR would fight tooth and nail to get her back. And he would fight just as hard to keep her. The only difference was that he didn’t want to use her, to play games with her. And no matter what she said, she didn’t think he wanted to either.
He let go of her waist, giving her what she wanted, but then moved quickly.
He grabbed her shirt and yanked. The material ripped down the middle. Her breasts bounced when he pulled the shirt from her body. He tossed her down on the couch while she let out a surprised yelp.
“What the fuck!” she cried out.
Before she could fight back, he was on top of her.
“So you like to play with fire, do you?” he hissed, forcing her legs apart and pressing his cock against her moist, hot pussy.
Her eyes darkened. The smell of her lust mixed with surprise until she relaxed underneath him, not moving for a moment while she studied his face. Possibly he’d finally pushed her to the point of their sexual battle where she would offer herself to him. The rich smell of hard-core fucking need thickened between them. He took advantage of her astonishment and pressed his lips to hers, tasting her once again.
Her arms moved, her body pinned under his. Adjusting himself, his cock burning from heat that was very real, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
Second-guessing her took as little effort as breathing.
She struggled underneath him, her breasts brushing against his chest. Nipples as hard as small pebbles tortured him beyond control. Lowering his head, he sucked one into his mouth, tasting her flesh, teasing her with his teeth and his tongue.
“Shit. Oh shit,” she cried, twisting underneath him.
Arching against him, giving him free rein, she didn’t fight to release her hands. A fog rushed through him, carnal needs surfacing that made it hard to focus on his own thoughts, let alone hers. Her legs glided against his outer thighs, warm and smooth and muscular. Her twisting and squirming underneath him positioned his cock at the peak of her heat, soaked, on fire, willing him to take the plunge.
He held her wrists in one hand, running his fingers down her arm, touching her cheek, stroking her neck. Every muscle inside him bulged, desire that he’d kept at bay for years coming to a quick, furious head. She made it real damned hard to think clearly, something he wasn’t used to. His mind burned with primitive drive. Fuck her hard. Fuck her now. It was as if they were in their fur, rational thought having no play in their actions. All thought drained to his cock. Take her. Claim her. Finalize this mating he’d been promised so many years ago. It would hold. No pack, no werewolf government anywhere would challenge him. His cock screamed to dive into her soaked cunt. Every muscle in his body cramped while what little strength he had fought for control.
“Moira,” he growled, looking up at her, reluctantly pulling his attention from her perfect breasts.
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Lorie O’Clare
Her mouth was open, her lips parted as her breathing came hard and staggered.
Long, thick black lashes draped over her eyes. When she blinked, opening her eyes briefly, he saw how fogged her gaze was.
“Moira,” he said again, barely able to speak, his cock inflamed with more need than had burned through him in a long time.
Her tongue moved, slowly moistening her top lip. She made no attempt to free her
Her touch grew hot, too hot. He looked down at her hands, her dark skin making him look pale in comparison. For a moment he saw what she attempted. Smoke appeared around her fingers. The heat from her hands was building. If he allowed it, he would smell burnt flesh, see the flames she cast into his mind as she worked his own thoughts against him to make him believe his arms were on fire.
56
Living Extinct
The parts of her gift that she knew, she’d mastered very well. GWAR would fight tooth and nail to get her back. And he would fight just as hard to keep her. The only difference was that he didn’t want to use her, to play games with her. And no matter what she said, she didn’t think he wanted to either.
He let go of her waist, giving her what she wanted, but then moved quickly.
He grabbed her shirt and yanked. The material ripped down the middle. Her breasts bounced when he pulled the shirt from her body. He tossed her down on the couch while she let out a surprised yelp.
“What the fuck!” she cried out.
Before she could fight back, he was on top of her.
“So you like to play with fire, do you?” he hissed, forcing her legs apart and pressing his cock against her moist, hot pussy.
Her eyes darkened. The smell of her lust mixed with surprise until she relaxed underneath him, not moving for a moment while she studied his face. Possibly he’d finally pushed her to the point of their sexual battle where she would offer herself to him. The rich smell of hard-core fucking need thickened between them. He took advantage of her astonishment and pressed his lips to hers, tasting her once again.
Her arms moved, her body pinned under his. Adjusting himself, his cock burning from heat that was very real, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
Second-guessing her took as little effort as breathing.
She struggled underneath him, her breasts brushing against his chest. Nipples as hard as small pebbles tortured him beyond control. Lowering his head, he sucked one into his mouth, tasting her flesh, teasing her with his teeth and his tongue.
“Shit. Oh shit,” she cried, twisting underneath him.
Arching against him, giving him free rein, she didn’t fight to release her hands. A fog rushed through him, carnal needs surfacing that made it hard to focus on his own thoughts, let alone hers. Her legs glided against his outer thighs, warm and smooth and muscular. Her twisting and squirming underneath him positioned his cock at the peak of her heat, soaked, on fire, willing him to take the plunge.
He held her wrists in one hand, running his fingers down her arm, touching her cheek, stroking her neck. Every muscle inside him bulged, desire that he’d kept at bay for years coming to a quick, furious head. She made it real damned hard to think clearly, something he wasn’t used to. His mind burned with primitive drive. Fuck her hard. Fuck her now. It was as if they were in their fur, rational thought having no play in their actions. All thought drained to his cock. Take her. Claim her. Finalize this mating he’d been promised so many years ago. It would hold. No pack, no werewolf government anywhere would challenge him. His cock screamed to dive into her soaked cunt. Every muscle in his body cramped while what little strength he had fought for control.
“Moira,” he growled, looking up at her, reluctantly pulling his attention from her perfect breasts.
57
Lorie O’Clare
Her mouth was open, her lips parted as her breathing came hard and staggered.
Long, thick black lashes draped over her eyes. When she blinked, opening her eyes briefly, he saw how fogged her gaze was.
“Moira,” he said again, barely able to speak, his cock inflamed with more need than had burned through him in a long time.
Her tongue moved, slowly moistening her top lip. She made no attempt to free her
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