That. . . and this." He kissed her.
She bunched her fists against his shoulders and tried to pull back, to tell him he'd made a mistake, that she wasn't brave.
But he wrapped his hand around her neck and held her still. He crushed her bare breasts against his chest, and he opened her mouth under his.
This time she found it so much easier to give him everything. Desire rose at once—or maybe it had never completely disappeared. She sucked on his tongue, and gave him hers to suck, as well, and almost drowned in the pure joy he offered.
When he lifted his head, she tugged at his waistband. "Take them off."
"I can't."
"Because they're wet? I'll help you." She reached for the button fly.
He caught her hand right after she made contact with the fly, and the bulge underneath, and pulled her hand away with a grin and a grimace. "No, I mean, if I take them off, I won't be able to keep control."
"Control is overrated." She wrestled for her hand.
"I'll get inside you again, and I've already ridden you too hard. You're a virgin."
"Not anymore."
"Don't I know it?" That red flare grew in his eyes.
She didn't care. She didn't care if he turned into a wolf right now. "I don't want to just go to sleep!" Not when he'd heated her, softened her, prepared her.
"I didn't say we were going to do that." He placed his palm on her chest over her heart and pressed her back against the tub. "Now that we're inside and the security alarm is set, I can make love to you at leisure, without worrying that someone will sneak up, stab me in the back, and take you."
The hunter. He must mean the drunk hunter. "I don't remember you being too worried while we were in the woods."
"While we were in the woods, the wolf pack watched my back." He slid to the middle of the tub, turned the whirlpool on, and lay back, stretching out his long legs next to her hips.
"The wolf pack? The wolf pack does as you command?" She couldn't decide—was she more horrified about the wolves, or the way he smiled and crooked a finger?
"I saved Leader's life. He is grateful. Come here, Ann."
"Why?"
"I chased you down. I screwed you in the woods. Don't you want revenge?"
How could he make such a vindictive word sound so appealing? "What kind of revenge?" "Straddle me, and I'll show you.”
By the time Jasha placed Ann on the bed, she was limp from coming.
And he could have pounded nails with his dick.
Yeah, he deserved it, but that didn't make it any less painful. His wet jeans scraped him like sandpaper, and all he wanted to do was fuck her until he was senseless. He would, too—if he were a true Va-rinski. If he exulted in his animal nature. But he'd seen what happened when Adrik had surrendered to evil. Their mother and father couldn't stand to lose another son. Especially not now.
So Jasha guessed he'd go take a shower and jack off, then come to bed and sleep with his newfound mate. He looked at Ann, eyes closed, brown hair spread across the pillow.
Fear of the darkness had always made him deny one part of his being, a part he greatly loved— running through the woods, taking justice in his own hands, being at one with the wild.
But this time, he'd given in to the impulse to become a wolf, to run off his frustration and his fury at the curse that now controlled all their lives. With that one impulse, he'd set off a chain of events that changed everything, and forced him to do what he'd never thought he would—cleave to one female for the rest of his life.
Four years ago, Ann had arrived at the Wilder Winery as a file clerk. He'd noted how well she summed up every business situation. He'd kept an eye on her; then when the opportunity occurred, he'd plucked her from among the office staff to be his administrative assistant.
He'd never looked at her as a woman; women he could find easily.
But an administrative assistant whom he could trust with every aspect of his business? That made her rarer than a bloodred ruby.
No choice. He had no choice. A man
She bunched her fists against his shoulders and tried to pull back, to tell him he'd made a mistake, that she wasn't brave.
But he wrapped his hand around her neck and held her still. He crushed her bare breasts against his chest, and he opened her mouth under his.
This time she found it so much easier to give him everything. Desire rose at once—or maybe it had never completely disappeared. She sucked on his tongue, and gave him hers to suck, as well, and almost drowned in the pure joy he offered.
When he lifted his head, she tugged at his waistband. "Take them off."
"I can't."
"Because they're wet? I'll help you." She reached for the button fly.
He caught her hand right after she made contact with the fly, and the bulge underneath, and pulled her hand away with a grin and a grimace. "No, I mean, if I take them off, I won't be able to keep control."
"Control is overrated." She wrestled for her hand.
"I'll get inside you again, and I've already ridden you too hard. You're a virgin."
"Not anymore."
"Don't I know it?" That red flare grew in his eyes.
She didn't care. She didn't care if he turned into a wolf right now. "I don't want to just go to sleep!" Not when he'd heated her, softened her, prepared her.
"I didn't say we were going to do that." He placed his palm on her chest over her heart and pressed her back against the tub. "Now that we're inside and the security alarm is set, I can make love to you at leisure, without worrying that someone will sneak up, stab me in the back, and take you."
The hunter. He must mean the drunk hunter. "I don't remember you being too worried while we were in the woods."
"While we were in the woods, the wolf pack watched my back." He slid to the middle of the tub, turned the whirlpool on, and lay back, stretching out his long legs next to her hips.
"The wolf pack? The wolf pack does as you command?" She couldn't decide—was she more horrified about the wolves, or the way he smiled and crooked a finger?
"I saved Leader's life. He is grateful. Come here, Ann."
"Why?"
"I chased you down. I screwed you in the woods. Don't you want revenge?"
How could he make such a vindictive word sound so appealing? "What kind of revenge?" "Straddle me, and I'll show you.”
By the time Jasha placed Ann on the bed, she was limp from coming.
And he could have pounded nails with his dick.
Yeah, he deserved it, but that didn't make it any less painful. His wet jeans scraped him like sandpaper, and all he wanted to do was fuck her until he was senseless. He would, too—if he were a true Va-rinski. If he exulted in his animal nature. But he'd seen what happened when Adrik had surrendered to evil. Their mother and father couldn't stand to lose another son. Especially not now.
So Jasha guessed he'd go take a shower and jack off, then come to bed and sleep with his newfound mate. He looked at Ann, eyes closed, brown hair spread across the pillow.
Fear of the darkness had always made him deny one part of his being, a part he greatly loved— running through the woods, taking justice in his own hands, being at one with the wild.
But this time, he'd given in to the impulse to become a wolf, to run off his frustration and his fury at the curse that now controlled all their lives. With that one impulse, he'd set off a chain of events that changed everything, and forced him to do what he'd never thought he would—cleave to one female for the rest of his life.
Four years ago, Ann had arrived at the Wilder Winery as a file clerk. He'd noted how well she summed up every business situation. He'd kept an eye on her; then when the opportunity occurred, he'd plucked her from among the office staff to be his administrative assistant.
He'd never looked at her as a woman; women he could find easily.
But an administrative assistant whom he could trust with every aspect of his business? That made her rarer than a bloodred ruby.
No choice. He had no choice. A man
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