Mr. and Mrs. Monster by Kelly Ethan

everyone know he was hers, flooded her and she drove sharpened fingertips into his hair and flexed, scraping her claws on his scalp. Damien arched his back and growled. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hauled her in tighter, plastering her every curve against him.
    She kissed him, needing him, wanting him to know how she felt. She didn’t want to say the words first. She wanted her actions to scream her intent, but at this rate, she’d combust before they even got to the good bit.
    Breaking off the kiss, Kyla pushed Damien away, rolled off him and wiggled out of her jeans. Her hands trembled as she yanked off her top and threw it aside. The look of shock on Damien’s face had her snickering. Boy was a wolf now. Time to get used to naked romps outdoors. Otherwise, the next clan get together would mean quality time with a shrink.
    Manfully getting over his shock, Damien stood and followed suit, stripping bare. He dropped to his knees beside her and dragged his fingers up Kyla’s muscled thigh, pausing at each groove and scar his fingers found.
    Kyla reared up, slapping her hands down on his shoulders, gripping tight for balance. Who knew a Greek-Irish boy would be so good with his hands.
    Damien leaned over her, pressing her back onto the tangled undergrowth, claiming her mouth. Branding it his. Burning it forever his. She reached between them, cupping his cock. He groaned and moved his hands down to her thighs, gripping tight enough to leave marks.
    “Mine,” he said through a growl.
    Kyla reveled in the sense of possession his movement signified. Then he dragged the breath from her lungs when he moved down her body, his hot breath brushing against the curls covering her pubic area. Still on his knees, he nudged her thighs open and made a place for himself. Damien slid his hands under her and lifted her hips off their makeshift bed.
    At the first stroke of his tongue, Kyla cried out his name. He lifted his head and gave her a smile before he disappeared between her thighs again. He nuzzled the soft curls. Traced the length of her as he moved his knees, pressing against her thighs. Kyla needed no verbal instruction. She spread her legs, affording him better access.
    Damien swooped and fastened his mouth on her. He dipped his tongue into her entrance. Just a taste then flicked at the bundle of nerves at the top. Damien settled in to feast, plunging his tongue deep, touching off tremors inside Kyla’s core.
    She arched her hips, pushing closer to the pleasure that rampaged through her. The muscles in her stomach quivered. Hands clutched at the undergrowth beneath her, her head twisting on the greenery. The breath gusted from her mouth in a wheezy moan as the spasms attached. Muscles clenched and she held her breath as her body went into a paroxysm of pure unadulterated sexual pleasure.
    Before she’d even come down from the cataclysmic orgasm, Damien lifted her shoulders and pulled her up. Now she sat astride his thighs, her legs spread around his hips. His rock-hard erection brushed at her core. Instead of taking advantage, he leaned in and branded her with a kiss. Damien grazed her lips with his fangs then slid down the side of her neck. Nipping white-hot marks of possession before soothing with his tongue.
    She hissed and tried to wiggle closer. “Damn you, horny wolf. Hurry up before we set this forest alight.”
    Chuckling, Damien sat back on his heels and, with a flex of his weightlifter-thick arms, raised her and brought her down on his cock. He repeated the action, a grin tilting his lips when Kyla cried out his name in reaction. Then he set up a pace designed to drive them both crazy.
    Teeth, tongue, he consumed her as if she was his last choice of a meal. He angled his hips to the side then rammed, a long hard thrust. Kyla vibrated, growls building low until they ripped out of her throat. She clenched muscles inside, clamping him tight. Grinning in smug victory as Damien stiffened and howls echoing hers