The Vampyre Legal Chronicles - Marcus by CC MacKenzie Page A

shampoo and clean salty sweat made her
head spin.
    The heel of his
hand pressed hard against the swollen flesh between her thighs in a
way that again screamed ownership and her mouth went bone dry.
    His breath
scorched her cheeks as he inhaled.
    "I love your
scent. You’ve wanted this for a long time, Anais."
    Her cheeks
burned with a potent mix of shame and arousal.
    He was
right.
    She did want
him and wondered how she'd resisted the constant tension and
heightened state of awareness that had besieged them for too many
months. How had she resisted a sexual chemistry that her intuition
told her might be so catastrophic to her well-being it had the
ability to destroy her.
    If she did this
Anais knew she would never, ever, be the same again.
    And her body
was responding to his, to the fantastic scent of his peppery
cologne, turned on healthy male and something else. Something dark
and exotic that sang in her blood as it raced through her
veins.
    A toxic mix of
a merciless arousal, and deep humiliation that she simply could not
resist this man, made her breath sob in her throat in hard little
pants.
    "Please,
Marcus."
    She gasped.
    With a quick
tug, he ripped her thong.
    Then her whole
body jolted as his clever fingers slicked across her swollen
arousal, exploring the over sensitive flesh in a way that had her
pelvis tilt back and forth against his hand.
    She’d never
felt anything like it, never behaved like this.
    Her body was
humming from her scalp to the tips of her toes.
    Her gasp of
pleasure had him nuzzle the delicate skin of her neck.
    "My kind have a
heightened olfactory sense." Dimly Anais realised his words made
absolutely no sense to her. But the way he was touching her she
couldn't think, couldn't breathe. "You’re so wet, so hot and so
ready for me," he growled in her ear before nipping her tender lobe
and licking the tiny sting in a way that made her flesh quiver.
    Then he wrapped
the belt around her wrists and pulled it tight locking her hands
together.
    And then her
brain was unable to think at all.
    His thigh
spread her legs wider.
    "You’re going
to pay for your little mistake today, darlin’."
    Dear God.
    She was
standing in front of him naked and he’d tied her wrists!
    The injury to
her hand ached so badly it made her eyes sting.
    Anais struggled
to free her hands, but she was bound tight.
    What was he
going to do to her?
    Her body might
hum with a dark heightened arousal, but her logical brain wasn’t so
certain.
    "Marcus.
Please," she begged for something, everything.
    Then she was no
longer certain what she wanted as his fingers slid and snaked
across her slick swollen flesh winding the inner tendons of her
womanhood tighter as her body raced towards a relentless
climax.
    When his lips
crushed hers in a kiss that branded her as his, Anais moaned into
his mouth. His tongue replicated the fast slide of his fingers that
had her clench the muscles of her core and drench his hand.
    But then his
mouth went on a hungry voyage of discovery down her throat to her
breasts.
    And as he held
her rigid body tight against his, he suckled so hard on a nipple
she nearly collapsed before he licked it to gentle the ache.
    Chest heaving, Marcus
released her so fast the room spun.
    He stepped back,
stripped off his jeans and briefs while Anais simply stood and
gaped at his naked body.
    She shuddered,
shaking so hard she could hardly stand upright.
    He was a big
man in every conceivable way.
    Broad
shoulders, a wide smooth chest with muscles that trailed in a path
of delight down to his defined six-pack along with a flat stomach
and, she caught the deep moan in her throat, the thickest, hardest
erection she’d ever seen.
    Her eyes flew
to his. "It’s not too late to..."
    "Darlin’, it
was too late for you six months ago when I first saw that beautiful
face."
    It was?
    His smile
reminded her forcibly of a starving wolf looking at a particularly
tasty lamb.
    Anais found
herself swept up in his arms as he strode through