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“So beautiful. I’m going to eat you up, until all your honey drips on my tongue. Then I’m going to make you come—and you will come—on my mouth.” He promised in a husky voice.

  She bunched the comforter in her fists. He kissed her foot. Harsh moans struggled past her lips as arousal skyrocketed inside her. He licked, kissed, and nibbled up her foot, to her knee, up her thigh, until he stopped a hair’s breadth from her pussy. She moaned. Each of his caresses felt like a flutter of warmth over her skin.

  He lowered onto his belly and flashed golden eyes at her. Arousal had tightened his features into rigid lines and severe angles. Goodness, the man was even sexier with that wild, about-to-lose-control look. He pushed her legs apart, making room for his large, bulky shoulders, and wrapped his arms around her thighs. His hot breath stroked her heated folds. She almost came off the bed when he buried his nose into her sex.

  “Mine.” He growled into her pussy lips. The vibration was enough to send shards of pleasure up her spine.

  “Oh god.” She moaned and rocked her hips over his lips.

  He licked a slow trail around her entrance and up her clit. Each swipe ratcheted up the burning fire inside her blood. He licked at her cream as if it were the tastiest dessert in the world. She zeroed in on his dark head while he imparted pleasure between her thighs. Whimpers and moans worked up her throat. Breathless, she threw her head back when a spiraling tension gathered inside her. She writhed and groaned. He slipped his tongue into her slick channel and fucked her with quick, merciless swipes.

  “Ry… Yes, yes, yes!” She gripped the comforter tight, until she held the fabric in a white-knuckle grip.

  Need wound into a tight ball inside her. He growled. She knew she’d fall off the edge at any moment. He sucked on her swollen clit, hard. She screamed. Pleasure blasted through her in a tidal wave of shudders. She gasped, trying to catch her breath. He slid his hot body up hers, stopping when the head of his cock kissed her swollen sex.

  “I need you.”

  She twined her hands into his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. They kissed, almost devouring each other with the depth of their lust. She curled her legs around his muscled ass and whimpered. The hard length of his shaft lay between her legs, slipping and sliding over her wet pussy lips. She wanted his hard cock inside.

  He pulled his hips back and slid his length into her completely. Her pussy fluttered, grasping at his driving shaft. She moaned at the delicious friction.

  “Oh my god.”

  “You’re so tight. God you feel good, but just hold on a second,” he said through gritted teeth.

  Something wild and untamed inside her took hold. She dug her nails into his shoulders and wiggled her hips under him. She kissed his neck, grazing her teeth over his pounding pulse, and bit his shoulder. He tasted so good. She hauled him further into her pussy by linking her feet together behind his back.

  She continued to bite him, and he groaned. “I—I can’t hold on…”

  “Then don’t. Just…fuck me…already.”

  He slammed into her in repeatedly. She whimpered with every drive of his cock into her. Over and over, he thrust and pulled back. She panted and held on for the ride. He groaned, and she moaned with every slap of skin on skin.

  “Yes. Just like that. Hard, fast. I love it.” Pleasure blasted through her and traveled through her blood in a fiery rush.

  His moves became wilder, his thrusts harsher, faster. With every slide of his cock into her, she saw stars.

  “Jesus…” His voice sounded strained.

  She lifted off the pillows onto her elbows. She swiped her tongue over his shoulder and licked the salty flesh. His taste calmed a hunger she never knew existed inside her. She inhaled deep, taking in the man, the animal, the instinct to be his. She dropped back onto the pillows. He slipped a hand between their slick bodies and rubbed a finger on her clit.

  A swell of intense pleasure rocked her, and air froze in her lungs. She choked out his name as her body shook under him. Her pussy gripped his driving cock. He slowed his thrusts and tensed above her. He dropped his head into her shoulder, growled, and licked at her galloping pulse. His cock jerked inside her, spreading warmth into her and filling her womb with his seed.

  She took short gulps of air and tried to get her brain to function, but all her nerve endings were still humming in happiness over what just happened. He landed on the bed beside her and quickly moved her to lie in his arms next to him. Exhaustion she’d been feeling since waking up claimed her. She shut her eyes and couldn’t stop the grin splitting her lips. He’d made her body turn to jelly.

  * * *

  Sam woke up starving. It had to be pretty late in the day for her to get those types of hunger pangs. Outside the window, the sun was disappearing into the horizon. Eyeing one of Riel’s T-shirts, she threw it on for modesty. The shirt landed mid-thigh and was long enough to cover her girly bits. Who knew if he had company below?

  Her hair had fallen out of the ponytail she’d had earlier. She pulled the heavy curls into a knot on top of her head. The urge to see Ry and be near him pushed her to move faster.

  Quietly making her way down the stairs, she noticed the large bay windows facing the street. Didn’t the man believe in curtains? Whoever went by would know what was going on inside the house. He stood by the stove wearing only a pair of boxers. He removed vegetables from a wok and placed them on two plates next to two large steaks. Yum. He must have psychic powers because a steak sounded like exactly what she needed. What she wanted, well that was another story.

  His gaze jerked toward her. Heat bloomed on her cheeks. Screw it. It didn’t matter that they’d had some amazing sex earlier. She wanted him again. Her body burned for him, and holding back was a struggle, but she managed, if barely. He eyed the T-shirt with so much lust her temperature zoomed to scorching. Her nipples pebbled, and moisture dripped from her slit.

  He sniffed and groaned. “Fuck, Sam. You smell delicious. My appetite has shifted to wanting a taste of some honey.”

  She had no idea what that meant, but she knew no one else smelled as good as he did. Energized and horny, she rushed over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Fuck waiting.

  His gaze roamed over her face. He was so tall. She had tilt her head back to look up at him. Well over six feet, he made her feel tiny. She raked her nails into his hair, and she pulled him down to her. Their lips met, and fireworks went off in her blood. She rubbed her body over his. Whimpers worked the back of her throat.

  He hauled her up by her waist and lifted her up in the air, seating her on the island. Her bare ass rubbed on the cool surface of the counter. The T-shirt came off with a quick rip and tear. With her eyes still shut, she let his scent drift into her nose and burrow deep into her heart. The musky, wild animal scent called to an area inside her, a wild, untamed side she never knew existed. He fluttered kisses over her chest and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Molten lava spread through her. She wandered her hands over his muscled chest. She slid a hand down his body, dipped into his boxers, and wrapped it around his cock. He was hard, hot, and smooth. She pumped his length in a slow glide. He growled, and she smiled. She brushed the pad of her thumb over his nipple and pinched the tight little bud.

  He sucked on one of her breasts, then the other, and back until she was ready to beg for him to fuck her.

  “If I don’t have you soon I may lose the little bit of sanity I have left. I need you.” His sexy rumble turned up the heat inside her.

  “Then have me. I’m all yours.”

  His growl only added to the desperation riding her. He tore off his boxers in the time it took her to let out a soft moan. When he pulled her to the edge of the counter, she thought she’d fall, but he slid her over his cock and slipped inside her in one smooth glide. She twined her legs and arms around his waist and neck. She ended up wrapped tightly around him. Arousal surrounded them like a thick blanket. She smashed her lips to his and moaned into the eager union. He turned, and her back hit
the smooth surface of the fridge. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, mimicking the movements he made with his cock. The fridge moved with each of his thrusts. The contents of the fridge crashed into each other, making large breaking noises.

  Heat spread inside her. He squeezed her ass. The combination of actions made her pussy flutter in seconds. His fast, pummeling drives pushed her to dig her nails into his shoulders. She wrenched her lips from his and moaned louder. Electricity buzzed in her veins, building up the need for more.

  “Oh god. Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes.” Tight pressure rippled inside her body. Muscles she’d never used before became stiff as she closed the distance to ecstasy. She snapped. A scream lodged in her throat as she came. Pleasure flared bright, overflowing and rushing through her.

  He continued to thrust in and out of her. His nibbles on her jaw and shoulder pushed her orgasm to go on and on. It was moments later that he shuddered. He snarled a curse into her neck and made her body vibrate with the force of his release. Semen shot into her channel and bathed her womb with his cum.

  They both panted. He curled a hand around her face and kissed her with so much tenderness her eyes filled with tears. Dios. She was turning into an emotional ninny.

  If she believed in fate she’d say he was the man for her. But she knew her hormones were probably a little crazy and that’s why she wanted him more than any other man in her life. Shit, the way she was feeling, she was ready to go at it again, and he had just pulled out of her. She’d never been this desperate. It was incredible and scary.

  * * *

  They finally sat down to eat and talk. She cut up her food and asked him a question she’d always had. “What does it feel like?”

  “What?” He took a bite of steak.

  She worried her question might sound intrusive, but she asked it anyway. “To be able to turn into a wolf.”

  He shrugged. “It’s always been a part of me, so it’s normal. I’m not sure what I can tell you.”

  “Come on, you must have more to say than that. All my life you’ve been the guys everyone knew not to get into a fight with.”

  He chuckled. “Believe me we still get into fights with humans and Other alike.”

  “Other?”

  Their conversation flowed smoothly through dinner. “Other super naturals like shifters, demons, witches, warlocks…Other.”

  “Yeah, Ginny always mentioned Others, but she never spoke much about different shifter types. Is it painful to shift into a werewolf?”

  He chewed and frowned as if trying to figure it out. “Not really. Well not for born shifters. We are used to shifting from youth, so it’s never anything painful. The first time it feels more like an exciting new way to look at the world. Your senses are expanded, you have more strength, and you can fight.”

  “Is it true that your natural instinct is to kill when shifted into your animal?” With so many of her family members against shifters, she’d always wondered if what they’d said was true.

  He glanced up from the plate. “Our first instinct is to protect. If that means we need to kill someone who is hurting or trying to hurt a defenseless person or a loved one then that’s what happens. We have gotten into fights with humans before, and they don’t always end up -dead.”

  She nodded, pleased with his answer, and sipped her iced tea. “I’m kind of jealous of you guys. All of you have these badass animals inside, and I am just a human.”

  Riel laughed as if she were being silly. “You’re not just human, you’re special. What you don’t seem to understand is that my wolf is yours to command. Your protection is priority for him and me.”

  She wrinkled her nose in confusion. “I’m not sure what that means.”

  He gave her another one of those hot looks that melted her from the inside and made her forget everything. “It means no one is more important to me than you. I’d give up anything to keep you safe and happy.”

  That was different. “Happy in the sack?”

  “I’d give you all the orgasms in the world to ensure you’re sexually fulfilled. But that’s not what I meant. I would slay dragons for you.”

  She swallowed the knot in her throat. As much as she wanted to tell him the same, she knew it was way too soon.

  After they ate, Sam decided to head home for a shower. Riel made her promise to return when she was done.

  She neared the backdoor and noticed a package sitting on the step. She pursed her lips and stopped a few yards from the door. She’d been at Riel’s house for hours. Curling her hands into fists, she took a couple of slow steps toward the box. Not expecting anything in the mail made her wary. She took another step and heard ringing inside the box. She turned away from the box just as an explosion rocked the backdoor. A car taking off sounded in the distance.

  Propelled by the driving wind of the blast, she landed a few yards away with the backyard awning on top of her. Dizzy and in pain, she tried to move, but the heavy metal pinned her to the ground. Flames ate the plastic sides of the metal awning and crawled toward her. She was going to kill the asshole that did it. She was ready to scream bloody murder over the flames traveling in her direction. A loud growl stopped her in place.

  Stunned, she glanced to her left. Riel rushed toward her. He grabbed the metal and flung it off her with the flick of a wrist. Troy joined him a moment later.

  Troy used a fire extinguisher to fight the flames eating the backdoor of her house. She groaned and winced with each slight move. The ponytail she’d donned after leaving Riel’s house hung in a mess to her side. Riel picked her up in his arms and carried her across his yard to lay her on a lounger.

  “Are you OK? Tell me what hurts.” His gaze roamed her face and body.

  She moved her arms and legs, searching for injuries. “My shoulder hurts like hell and so does my thigh, but other than that I’m fine I think.”

  “Your face is bleeding.” He touched her chin with the tip of a finger. “Stay here. I’m going to help Troy, and then I’ll check out your shoulder.”

  The fire tried to spread over the back of her house. Troy used an extinguisher to fight the bright heat. A few moments later Riel joined him with his water hose. The water quickly drowned out the flames, and the charred door fell off the hinges. She fixed her hair and sighed in happiness that they’d been able to stop the fire from spreading into the house. Both men turned back toward her. Riel headed into his house while Troy sat in a chair near her.

  Troy’s frown was fierce. “Someone is trying to hurt you, Sam.”

  The words turned her blood to ice. Could one of her relatives really stoop that low? She almost snorted. What kind of stupid question was that? Claro. Of course they would. If they killed her, they’d be able to split the money amongst themselves, no need to worry about Sam. It made sense to try to get her out of the way.

  Riel marched back outside with a first aid kit. He sat down next to her and pulled out gauze and alcohol pads. While he cleaned her chin, she wondered about Juan Junior. He hated her enough to shoot her, of that she had no doubt. She just hadn’t thought he’d go this far.

  “Sam, we need to know more about your relatives,” Troy said, while Riel swiped the alcohol pad over her shoulder.

  The bruise hurt, but she was too shocked that someone had actually tried to kill her to feel much of the pain.

  Riel shook his head. “First I need to take her to the clinic. I need to make sure she doesn’t have any other injuries.”

  “But I feel fine.”

  He scowled.

  “OK, other than my shoulder, I don’t feel like anything’s broken.”

  He cupped her jaw. “I’m not taking any chances. You could have internal bleeding. You can agree or disagree, but we’re going.” His tone left no room for argument.

  “I’ll come with you guys. I’ll drive, and you both sit in the back,” Troy headed to the navy SUV.

  Riel picked her up and carried her to the vehicle. Once they reached the clinic, the pack doctor sat her on a be
d. After introducing herself as Raven, she looked Sam over. The doctor was young.

  “We’re going to do a CT scan, an MRI, and we’re going to take some blood just to be sure all is as it should be OK, Samira?” Raven smiled and patted her hand.

  “That’s fine. Thanks, and please, call me Sam.”

  “Don’t worry, Sam. Nothing we do will add to your discomfort.”

  Raven was short, like Sam. Knowing shifters tended to be taller, Sam asked the question burning at her tongue. “Are you a shifter too?”

  The doctor placed a stethoscope to Sam’s chest, and listened. “No. I’m just a human girl.”

  Raven also had the most amazing amethyst-colored eyes. If they were contacts, they looked great on the doctor.

  “Me too.”

  “Let’s get you some tests now, OK?”

  She nodded and allowed them to do the multitude of tests without argument. She wanted to pacify him and let him see she was fine. Why that was important, she didn’t know. All she knew was that he’d been so considerate with her, she wanted him to stop worrying over the minor injuries she’d suffered.

  The doctor gave her strong painkillers for the bruises on her body. Unfortunately, her shoulder hadn’t been the only area hurt in the explosion. Raven had discovered other, bigger, bruises.

  They left after a few hours with Troy acting as chauffeur again. The heavy painkillers had started to take effect. She lay on Riel’s lap. She was relaxed to the point where she wanted to just lay in his arms forever.

  She snuggled into his arms and sniffed his neck. “You smell good,” she murmured softly.

  “I do?” He sounded shocked.

  She flicked her tongue over his throat. “Mmm-hmm. Delicious. Like nature, earth, and something else that’s driving me crazy. It makes me want to strip you down and eat you.”

  Chapter Five

  Riel’s heart pounded hard while Sam slept in his arms. She’d fallen asleep just seconds after telling him how good he smelled. It made him wonder at her shifter status again. Wolf-shifters had a very keen sense of smell. When in heat their mate scented better than anyone else to them. He’d called Sophia while Sam had been getting her scan and asked her to check out Sam’s blood. She’d promised to call Raven to get a sample so she could look into Sam’s DNA. Something about the way she acted screamed shifter, but she didn’t have the scent of an animal. It confused the hell out of him.