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“Then go.” She didn’t sound hurt or disappointed. In fact, she sounded rather smug.

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Zach got as far as the kitchen door that led into the dining room.

He turned and looked at her. “If I go, you’re out the door, aren’t you?”

“Well, you’re not giving me a reason to stay, now are you?” He growled. He couldn’t help himself. This woman was bringing out every base instinct he had. And she knew it, too. When he growled; she grinned. She was playing with him. Playing with the beast and on some subconscious level, she knew it.

So maybe it was time to show her this was not a game she was ready for. Maybe it was time to show her what it meant to touch the beast within.

One minute he was standing across the room. The next he was standing in front of her. Grabbing her legs, he yanked her forward, and she slammed into that brick wall he called a chest.

Sara wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, the only move preventing her from hitting the floor.

Her breath came out in shallow gasps, like she ran up several flights of stairs. And everywhere her bare skin touched his, she felt her flesh burn. She’d never wanted anyone or anything as much as she wanted this man at this moment. Clearly she’d found an edge and she was about to go over it.

His hand reached into her hair and grabbed a handful. “You have no idea what you’re doing,” he growled at her. And it
was
a growl—like an angry pit bull. “I’m not nice.”

Yup. There’s the edge. And this is me leaping off it.
“If I wanted nice,” she growled back, her hand reaching into his hair and snatching his head back. “I’d fucking ask for it.”

Then his mouth was on hers in a crushing, bruising kiss that left her breathless and fearing he might crack her front teeth. Laughing at the

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thought, she gripped Zach tighter when her body suddenly started moving. His tongue slid around hers while he carried her through the house, releasing her once they were in the bedroom.

Slowly, Zach let her slide down his long body until her feet hit the floor. He kissed her again, stopping only long enough to pull her T-shirt over her head.

The bra went with a tear, his mouth grasping one nipple as he pushed her pants over her hips so they puddled at her feet. She knew after her bra, her panties didn’t stand a chance.
Yup. There they go.
He ran his hands down her back and across her now-naked ass as his mouth moved to her other nipple. Sara let out a small gasp as his teeth slid across her sensitive flesh and his hand slid between her thighs. But when his fingers stopped short of touching her pussy, she slapped his shoulder in frustration. Zach laughed and stood to his full height, looking down at her, his hand gripping one of her nipples and squeezing.

“Thought I told you I wasn’t nice?”

“Asshole,” she ground out as the sensation of his tightening grip on her nipple went straight to her clit and stayed there.

“Bitch all you want, but you made it pretty clear…you like that I’m not nice.”

Sara stared up at him. He didn’t really think she’d actually respond to that statement, did he? Not when she did like the fact he wasn’t some sweet teddy bear guy. True, she had no use for assholes who made her want to stab them in their sleep, but she did like her men edgy. She always had. There was something about a guy who didn’t get scared about her habit of biting during sex that simply turned her on.

Zach chuckled. “You’re staring at me.”

“So? Are you suddenly shy?”

He grinned at that and her knees almost buckled.
Christ, what a
smile
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Sliding his hands up her body, his fingers gliding across her breasts, brushing her nipples. “Yeah. I’m very shy. Can’t ya tell?” Then his hands were at her neck, holding her steady as his lips took hers. Oh, man…no one had ever kissed her like this. This man’s tongue
owned
her. And he knew it, too.

While still kissing her, Zach moved her back until she felt the wall against her shoulder blades. He continued kissing her, possessing her, making sure no one else would ever be good enough for her again. Really, who the hell could live up to this? And this was just a kiss.

Sara wrapped her left leg around his waist, enjoying the fact she actually could without pain. Then any thoughts of pain disappeared as Zach thrust his jean-clad hips into her. Sara moaned at the contact. It wasn’t lost on her she stood completely naked and Zach fully clothed.

Actually, she found herself thoroughly enjoying it. He still wore his leather jacket and she loved the sounds it made as he moved against her.

Add in that his T-shirt kept rubbing against her hard nipples while his jacket kept rubbing against her bare arms and chest and her whole body had become one throbbing, sensitive mess.

Sara knew the only one who could make it right was “big-armed, big-handed bastard” Zach.

Without warning, Zach pulled away from her but only so he could turn her around and push her back up against the wall, her palms slapping against the cold surface. He leaned into her, his body pushing against her, then he thrust his hips real slow, but this time against her ass—
oh, yeah…that works
. His erection felt like hard steel through his jeans and she had no doubt it would feel unbelievably good inside her.

But he wanted to make her wait, taking his time. She admired his control and hated him for it.

His tongue connected to the flesh at the back of her neck and Sara closed her eyes, leaning her forehead against the wall. As his tongue trailed down her spine, his hands slid around and gripped her breasts.

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His tongue reached the cleft of her butt and went back up the way it came. He kept going until he reached her ear.

“Give me your hand,” he whispered, sending a deep shudder through her entire body.

He placed his hand on top of hers and brought it down to her waist, slipping both between her thighs. Her body gave another, more violent shudder as he led the tips of her fingers to her clit and used them to slowly stroke her. A harsh breath burst from her lungs as her whole body tightened up and an intense heat began to spread from her lower back and up her spine. He growled against her flesh as he nudged her hair off to the side with the tip of his nose and began to gently nip the back of her neck.
Oh, God! Biting!
She loved biting. Not too hard and definitely not too soft—just enough pressure to make her wince and groan at the same time while not causing any unnecessary screaming or dialing of nine-one-one.

Her knees gave out and she would have hit the ground if Zach’s other arm wasn’t around her waist holding her in place. Her fingers, led by his, continued to firmly circle around her clit until her head fell back against his shoulder and a brutal spasm rippled through her. Gently pulling her hand away, he brought it up so they could both see it. Sara watched as he, still holding her hand wet with her own juices, slipped her middle finger into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it and Sara used her free hand to push herself away from the wall. She turned in his arms and looked at him, her finger in his mouth.

“Clothes. Off. Now.” Zach was fully dressed and she wasn’t having it.

She wanted him naked and inside her. Now.

Zach pulled her finger out of his mouth with a loud, wet “pop”. Then she was pushing his leather biker jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor before snatching the black T-shirt off his body. She unzipped his jeans and shoved his hard body back on the bed. Raised up on his

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elbows, Zach watched her with a smile while she yanked off his boots and pulled off his jeans. She chuckled over his boxers and then dragged them off his body, leaving scratches along his thighs. She stood back and stared at his erection. Just stared at it. He wasn’t sure exactly what she might be thinking until she looked up at him, and smiled. “Rock on.” Laughing, he wondered how in hell he ended up with this crazy bitch.

Well, this hot crazy bitch.

“Wait.” She ran out of the room, leaving Zach and his desperate erection lying there.

He could hear her tearing through the living room of her house, muttering “Where is it? Where the fuck is it?” to herself.

“Get your tight ass back in here,” he ordered.

“Keep your balls in check. I’m coming.”

“You will be if you get your ass back in here.”

“Here.” Sara tossed a brown paper bag on the bed beside Zach as she moved purposely into the room.

The bag landed and it popped open, boxes of condoms falling out over the bedspread. Zach smiled triumphantly. “I knew that’s what you had in that bag!” He laughed until Sara dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed.

Zach’s smile faded and a low groan escaped his lips. She ran her tongue along the underside of his dick, the tip gliding along the thick veins. She reached the head and swirled her tongue around it like he had her finger. Slowly she took him in her mouth and he dropped back against the bed, fighting for control. He wasn’t going to take her. He’d fuck her, but he wasn’t going to take her. No matter what she did to him or his dick.

He kept repeating that thought to himself over and over again, like a mantra.

Sara really had no idea what she was doing to him, though. If she had she wouldn’t have deep-throated him, her left hand wrapped around

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the base of his dick, until he could feel the back of her throat with the tip. Then the bitch growled—
Fuck! Not the growl!—
and he felt the sensation all the way up the shaft to his balls, which she’d firmly gripped in her right hand.

She rode him with her mouth, the sound of her sucking and growling and his moaning the only thing heard in the room. And that’s when he decided—she was his. He was going to claim her and claim her now.

He grabbed her by the hair, roughly pulling her off his dick. She looked at him, surprised but definitely curious. Taking her by the shoulders, he threw her onto the bed, slipping the condom on the last rational thought he had as he sat up and flipped her on her stomach.

Zach knelt behind her and, gripping her by the waist, yanked her back until she was against his dick. He didn’t waste any time with coaxing words or sweet endearments. She was wet and he was ready. He slammed into her and let her throaty scream wash over him, making him harder and more desperate to bury himself inside her.

Growling, he slammed back into her with such force she let out a gasp that sounded suspiciously like “Fuck!” So he slammed into her again. Leaning forward, he kissed her back as he mercilessly pounded into her. He found a muscled spot below her right shoulder, kissing and licking it as his hand reached around and found her slippery wet pussy.

He clamped onto her clit as he bit down onto her back, his canines extending to tear into the flesh.

An animalistic scream ripped out of Sara’s throat, her hips continuing to pump back to meet his thrusts. He felt the walls of her pussy tighten around him and he knew she was coming. Knew she was his. He held on to her shoulder with his teeth as his tongue licked at the blood and his fingers worked her clit. He slammed into her hard again.

And again. That’s when she screamed out his name and he felt her juices flow over him and down her thighs, her body shaking as the orgasm

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spread through her. Releasing her, his teeth slid out of her skin. Then he couldn’t hold back anymore and with a roar he came inside her.

When the last shudder passed through them both, they collapsed on the bed and the only thought Zach had before falling into an exhaustive sleep was simple.

Goddammit
.

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Zach heard her growls and forced himself awake. Still dark out, he knew it was very early morning.

He looked down at Sara. Still sleeping, her body racked with tremors as things inside her moved and settled. Her body adjusting to its new state. Changing. Adapting. Becoming like him.

Wrapping his arms around her to keep her from hurting himself, he realized too late he should have been more worried about himself when it came to his little psychopath.

She loosened one arm from his grip and her claws barely missed slashing his throat out. Asleep but fighting him, Sara went for him again.

Zach grabbed both her wrists and pushed her arms over her head.

Waking her up wouldn’t do any good. Not when she was like this.

One of the problems with turning shifters so late was what their bodies went through. These kind of changes should have taken place when she was in her adolescence. Then her parents would have taught her all she needed to know, helping her to adapt to being something more.

Nothing he could do about that now except deal with her slow evolution.

Although, her already having claws was a little surprising but probably not something she’d be able to control for quite a few years.

Yawning and holding her in place, Zach waited while her body calmed down and her growling subsided. He’d almost slipped back asleep, her

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comfortably nestled in the circle of his arms, when a sudden surge of strength hit her and she flipped him onto his back.

Uh-oh
.

“Sara.”

But she couldn’t hear him. Her eyes still closed, she leaned down and sniffed him, then groaned. She nuzzled him under the chin and her lips barely touched his as she swiped them across.

He still had her wrists in his hands but he’d really have to slam her down to get her under control. She-wolves were incredibly strong and the perfect bedmates for the males. But with her body changing, it could get…intense.

Of course, that’s when his dick sat up and said, “Oh, yeah! Go for it!” No, no. Sara was nowhere ready for how rough the party could get between mates. Christ, how many times had the sounds of his parent’s antics behind their bedroom door shocked him and his sister out of their teen minds? Their matings always sounded closer to mutual assault then any human’s idea of “making love”. Still, the next morning, while he and his sister scarfed down their waffles and bacon, his parents nuzzled and kissed like new lovers.