The Last Werewolf Bride Complete Trilogy by Sage Domini Page B

not
wearing underwear.
    He knew my name. “Jessa.” One finger brushed
along my jaw and down my neck. I still didn’t know who the hell he
was or why he was naked on my balcony and I couldn’t even begin to
address the sight of the wolf, but my deprived body didn’t seem to
care about any of that. I felt my nipples rise with the electricity
of his touch. I was instantly wet with want. He spoke again, he
voice low but sure. “It is finally time.”
    My breathing quickened. “Time for
what?”
    He pressed against me. He was impatient. The
hardness of that part of him I had briefly glimpsed in the
moonlight pushed against my belly. “Surely some part of you had to
know what you were? The last of the Caprese line.”
    I was utterly confused. Caprese had been my
mother’s maiden name. “I don’t understand,” I whispered.
    He ran his lips along my collarbone and I
nearly passed out. Dimly I wondered why I didn’t scream. Would that
be the usual reaction when being molested by a nude stranger in the
night? And yet…there was a familiarity to it. Some earthy part of
me screamed out in recognition there in the moonlight as he reached
between my legs and touched my center.
    “I am Marcus,” he said, “leader of the Dark
Claws. I have won you, my sweet. You are the only remaining
survivor of a carefully cultivated bloodline.” With a fluid motion
he tore the thin fabric of the t-shirt. I gasped as he proceeded to
trace my nipples. “You were wanted by many, but I am the one who
will claim you.” Marcus lifted me against the sliding glass door.
Almost instinctively my legs snaked around his firm body. He
whispered fiercely, “Let the others mate with ordinary girls, but
you are mine. The last werewolf bride.”
    And I felt it; his mighty organ searching for
that tight crevice and I guided him to me, crying “Yes Marcus,
yes!” And it made no sense and perfect sense.
    The first thrust caught me unawares as he
pushed his way through the barrier of my virginity. My body gave
way and he was fully inside me, coaxing that needy muscle deeper
inside. My legs snaked around him more tightly, urging him on. It
was the most unbelievable thing I had ever experienced. I could not
believe it was real. I was afraid my insides might crack in half;
his need so large and his pumping so frenzied. I began actually
feeling the first twinges of pleasure from a real flesh and blood
throbbing dick as my body became accustomed to this sudden
intrusion. He managed to rub against the front of my pussy and my
clit responded with rapture. He came with a grunt and a potent
plunge. I felt the hot mix of his essence spiraling deep inside.
Some of it ran down my legs, which seemed too weak to stand at the
moment.
    Marcus swung me effortlessly into a carrying
pose and entered my apartment. In the cool aftermath of our
encounter my mind raced with the effort to piece everything
together. Bloodlines? Werewolves??
    Once Marcus had gracefully deposited me on the
bed I got a better look at him. Dark eyes peered at me from roughly
cut rakish features. I was not short but he would tower over me. I
estimated his height at about six foot five. He also knew his way
around the gym, as evidenced by the abundant swells of muscle in
all the right places. My tender female parts were bruised and sore
but I knew I would not object to whatever activity he might have in
mind next. I could swear he read my thoughts as he flashed a
devastating grin and shook his head slightly.
    “Soon,” he said. He disappeared into the tiny
bathroom. I heard water running.
    I sat up when he returned. I tried not to
stare at the shaft between his legs. “Marcus.”
    “Shhh,” he whispered and gathered me up into
his arms again. He brought me swiftly to the tub where I was
deposited gently in the water. My pummeled core objected to the
sting of the hot water, but the discomfort lasted only a moment.
Marcus cast his gaze over my nude body with a hungry look. His
touch was not