Saving the Beast by Lacey Thorn

me.”
    “It was. Hell, I didn’t even have to see you. All it took was a whiff of your scent and I wanted to find you and take you, claim you as mine and only mine.” He bared his teeth and that sexy rumble came out again. “Do you know the amount of effort it took when one of the others walked out with your scent all over them? I wanted to tear them apart limb by limb.”
    “That’s not going to change when we go back,” she warned then moaned as he did something with his hips that had his cock hitting her sweet spot.
    “Yes, it will,” he informed her.
    “I can’t walk away from them.” Saying it out loud made her realize just how true the words had been all along. She couldn’t walk away. Her disquiet had little to do with not feeling adequately trained for the job she was doing and everything to do with Zane not being there.
    “No, you won’t. But now that I’ve claimed you, my scent will mark you.”
    “What does that mean? I’ll smell like you?”
    He nodded. “More importantly, so will anyone you come in contact with, which means they all get to live.”
    She giggled and loved the look he gave her at her girlish sound. “I don’t remember any of the others saying that.”
    “Believe me, they felt it.” His gaze became more heated, more intense. He reached up and gripped her braid, pulling the band out of her hair and tossing it aside. He braced his weight on his elbows and used both hands to free her hair until it fanned out around her. “You are mine now, and everyone will know it.”
    “I like the sound of that,” she murmured and leaned up to nip his jaw with her teeth.
    “I wanted to make love to you.”
    “You have. You are,” she assured him.
    He flashed another heated look at her, and she saw the dark flush under his skin, saw the darker glow of his eyes. Was it the fever pushing the animal closer to the surface?
    “I need you,” he gritted out between teeth clenched tight.
    “Take me,” she offered. “Any way you need to.”
    He glared down at her for a moment then jerked back. Before she could voice her displeasure at the loss of him buried inside her, he had her rolled over onto her stomach.
    “Hands and knees,” he commanded. “Don’t make me wait.”
    She rose as quickly as her shaking limbs allowed. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her against him. She waited for his hard thrust, but he surprised her with the caress of his fingers over her ass cheeks. He squeezed and fondled the globes then parted them. She glanced back over her shoulder at him and caught the direction of his gaze, looking at her in a way no other person ever had.
    “Eventually, I’m going to want to take you here,” he grunted, the tip of his finger tapping against her anus. “I’ll make sure you’re completely lubed and stretched, so ready for me you’ll be begging for it. You’ll feel a little burn as I stretch your sweet ass to fit my cock. All those nerves that have never known what it feels like to be fucked will come alive with a scream. There’ll be pain, just a touch.” He came over her, cocooning her with his body, his chest covering her back. One hand gripped his dick and ran it through the folds of her sex, which dripped from the promise of his words. The other hand braced on the tent floor beside hers. He nuzzled her hair aside and skimmed his lips over the mark he’d left at the base of her neck. “But if I do it right, if I make you hot enough, wet enough, flame the edges of your desire high enough…” His tongue traced the mark then trailed up her neck to her earlobe where he caught and tugged it with his teeth. “Then the pleasure will be like nothing you’ve ever felt before. And I will,” he whispered. “I’ll do it so right, you’ll be begging me to fuck your sweet ass every day.”
    She whimpered, her craving so heightened she felt as if she might come just from his words alone.
    “But I won’t, Diane. I’ll make you wait. I’ll make you beg. I’ll