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Authors: Jess Tami; Haines Angie; Dane Alexandra; Fox Ivy

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“
Cara,
I’ve eaten raw slug demons that tasted better than your meat loaf.”
Her power slammed into him, nearly sending him reeling backwards.
“It was salmon loaf, and since I never wanted to cook for you in the first place I hope it gives you food poisoning.”
“I think it very nearly did.” He did a hasty sidestep as she attempted to circle past him. “Where are you going?”
Her jaw tightened. “To bed.”
He hissed, his body reacting with violent excitement to her simple statement.
It wasn’t helping matters that he’d spent the past four hours imagining how easy it would be to slice through the strings holding together her tiny excuse for a swimsuit.
Suddenly his Speedo was painfully tight.
“At this hour?”
“I’m tired.”
Tired?
Mierda
. He had never felt more juiced in his life. As if his entire body was buzzing with electric anticipation.
He stepped closer, his wolf relishing the warm scent of woman and power.
Until Sophia he’d never noticed whether a female could match his strength. So long as she was attractive and intelligent enough to hold his interest outside of bed he considered it a good relationship.
Now, he found his wolf preening at the knowledge this female was capable of holding her own.
Even against him.
His fingers lifted to grasp a strand of pale gold hair, savoring the feel of the silky softness.
“You still have guests.”
“They aren’t waiting around for my company,” she said, the bite in her voice unmistakable. “Just try to keep the noise down. We don’t want to be busted by the neighborhood watch.”
A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. “Why, Sophia. Are you jealous?”
Holding herself rigid, she met his teasing gaze. “I’m a Were.”
“And?”
“And we don’t get jealous.”
His humorless laugh echoed through the kitchen. “If that were true then I wouldn’t have waited outside your club for that damned imp to show up just so I could make it clear he wasn’t to so much as smile at you during your meeting.”
She blinked in surprise at his blunt confession. As she should. He’d felt like a dork waiting for the imp to make his scheduled appointment with Sophia and then accosting him as if he were some lethal assassin instead of a harmless liquor distributor.
Of course that didn’t stop him.
He’d been compelled to make sure the fey understood that Sophia belonged to him.
“I wondered why Andrew looked like he’d just swallowed his tongue,” she muttered.
“He was lucky he still had a tongue after I watched him whispering sweet nothings in your ear,” he said dryly.
She sniffed, folding her arms over her chest. “At least he wasn’t groping me like an octopus.”
Ah. She was jealous.
Thank God.
“Are you referring to Kirsten?” he asked in an overly innocent tone.
Her eyes narrowed. “I’ve never cared for cold-blooded leeches, but to each his own I guess.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
Not giving her time to react, Luc scooped Sophia off her feet and headed out of the kitchen.
“What are you doing?”
She frowned, but astonishingly she made no effort to struggle out of his grasp. Or even to rip out his throat.
Progress.
“We need to talk.”
“Then talk,” she muttered.
He crossed the foyer and easily jogged up the curved staircase, using the excuse to press her tight against his chest.
“In private.”
“What about your groupies?”
“They’ll eventually find easier game.” He held her petulant gaze, not bothering to hide his smoldering desire. “This one’s already been bagged and tagged.”
She licked her lips as he stepped into her bedroom and kicked shut the door behind them.
“Luc.”
Still holding her gaze, which was now wary, he gently set her on her feet in the middle of the room, his hands resting on her nicely rounded hips.
“We won’t be interrupted here.”
She arched a brow. “And that’s the only reason you chose my bedroom?”
His grip tightened on her hips, his already hardened cock throbbing with an eager plea for attention, but with an effort he forced himself to concentrate on business before pleasure.
Later ...
Oh, the things he intended to do.
“Tell me what you learned from the nymph.”
Her lips thinned at his commanding tone, but she wasn’t a fool. She had to sense he was hanging on by a thread.
As if his raging erection didn’t give it away.
“She was the one harassing me.”
“You’re sure?”
“She’s not the brightest bulb,” she said dryly. “With a little prompting she confessed to writing the notes and leaving dead animals and slashing my tires. Oh, and throwing the brick through my window.” She made a sound of disgust. “Bitch.”
He nodded. He’d pegged the nymph for the childish pranks, but it was nice to have it confirmed.
“And the attempts on your life?”
“She was clueless.”
“You believe her?”
“Yes.” She nodded without hesitation. “She might be a flake, but she’s not bloodthirsty enough to try to kill me.”
“So there are two separate enemies.” Luc felt a piece of the aggravating puzzle slide into place. It wasn’t that the harassment was escalating. It was that they were traveling separate paths. “One mystery solved.”
She tilted back her head to regard him with a lift of her brows.
“What about you?”
“Me?”
“You were the one who insisted that I host this ridiculous shindig,” she tartly reminded him. “Did you learn anything besides Cindy’s bust size?”
“Cindy?”
“The mortal who was worshipping at your feet.”
“Ah.” He allowed his fingers to trail over her lower back, male enough to enjoy her pique. “Was she the brunette or the redhead? They all start to look alike.”
“You ...”
He pressed a finger to her lips, halting her furious words. “I’ve started the process.”
She shook off his hand, her eyes narrowing. “What the hell does that mean?”
He reached into the side of his Speedo to pull out a small key.
“This.”
She snorted, unimpressed. “A key?”
“I lifted it from Kirsten when she was trying to stick her tongue down my throat,” he explained.
If looks could kill, he’d be dead on the spot.
“And why would you need her key?” she managed to ask between gritted teeth.
She was beautiful when she was jealous, he decided.
Eyes glowing with emerald fire. Her hands clenched. Her breasts heaving as she struggled against her wolf.
Of course, she would be even more beautiful stretched across the nearby bed, her body softened with pleasure and her legs spread in invitation, he acknowledged.
His hands brushed up and over her bare shoulders. “Once it’s daylight I intend to search her lair.”
“She couldn’t have shot at me.” Her voice became husky as his fingers followed the plunging neckline of her bikini top. “The sun was out.”
“She could have an accomplice,” he said, already having considered the fact that the vampire could be using a less-flammable partner to throw them off track.
“Hmmm.”
She tried to sound skeptical, but he didn’t miss her tiny gasp of pleasure as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her swimsuit to find her nipples already beaded in anticipation.
Subtly he nudged her backward, herding her toward the bed that had featured in a hundred fantasies over the past four nights.
“After that I have a date with Morton.”
Her lips curled into a mocking smile. “Is there something you want to share with me?”
With an impatient motion, he yanked off the tiny top, cupping her swollen breasts with a gentle reverence.
“A golf date.”
She groaned, her hands reaching to grasp his shoulders. As if she was having difficulty standing.
He knew the feeling.
“You play golf?”
“How hard can it be?” he muttered, distracted by the spectacular sight of her rosy nipples that quite literally begged for his kiss.
“Fine.” She cleared her throat. “If that’s all.”
Grasping her by the waist, he lifted her just high enough to toss her into the middle of the vast bed.
“Not nearly.”
CHAPTER 6
S
ophia shuddered, lifting herself on her elbows to regard the man standing over her like an ancient conqueror.
She should be pissed.
How many times had she warned him not to act like a caveman?
And yet, she’d not only allowed him to drag her to her bedroom, but she hadn’t made so much as a peep when he’d ripped off her top and tossed her onto the bed like she was some sort of spoils of war.
Perhaps it was because she was so damned consumed by her cravings she couldn’t think of anything but getting that hard, bronzed body on top of her.
Sucking in a deep breath, she struggled to regain command of the encounter that was swiftly escalating out of control.
“Have you been sneaking into the nectar?” she husked.
The dark eyes shimmered like polished ebony in the moonlight, his hands not quite steady as they tugged off his tiny Speedos.
“I don’t need nectar to be on fire for you,” he growled, his massive erection growing even larger as she studied it with an avid gaze. “These past nights have been unbearable.”
Her heart stopped beating as he sprawled on the bed next to her, the heat of his naked body like a furnace.
“This is a very bad idea.”
“Not as bad as denying what we both want.” His wolf glowed in his eyes as he reached for her hand, pressing it against his arousal. “Feel what you do to me.”
“Luc.”
Unable to deny temptation, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, exploring down to the heavy testicles before slowly skimming back up to find the broad tip that was already damp with his seed.
“
Dios
.” He shuddered, exposing a claw to slice through the string holding her swimsuit bottom together. She parted her lips to protest the destruction of her expensive clothing, only to have a groan escape as he spread his palm over her bare ass, his fingers squeezing her flesh in promise of pleasure to come. “Hour after hour I lay in my bed, hearing you pace the floor while the scent of your desire filled the air.” He peered deep into her eyes. “Do you know what it cost me not to come to you? Not to ease your need?”
She knew the torment of having him so near and yet too frightened to admit her growing desperation for him.
“Then why didn’t you?”
His hand stroked up her back, cupping the nape in a gesture of comfort.
“My first priority is keeping you safe,” he reminded her, a thin layer of sweat forming on his brow as she gave his cock a slow pump. “I can’t do that if you don’t trust me.”
“And that’s why you haven’t tried to seduce me?”
He gave a strangled chuckle. “That and I feared you might slice my balls off.”
Smart, smart Were.
He knew precisely what to say.
And how to touch, she acknowledged as his fingers moved from her nape to trace the line of her throat.
“Why tonight?”
“I’d like to tell myself it’s because you have come to accept I only want what’s best for you, but the truth is that I’m not a saint,” he confessed, the rasp of his breath filling the air. “I need you so badly I’m not sure I can survive another night without you.”
Without warning his hands shifted to grasp her hips, rolling her until she was lodged on top of him. Pleasure jolted through her as her already damp flesh was pressed to his thick cock.
“Holy hell,” she moaned.
“Tell me you want this, Sophia.”
She glanced down at his impossibly handsome face that was hard with barely leashed passion.
She’d fought this moment for so long. Ever since he’d walked into Sophia’s Menagerie.
Only now, however, did she realize that it wasn’t her fear of being used to simply pass the time that had made her wary of allowing him into her bed.
But something much darker and far more dangerous.
Something that she couldn’t fight any longer.
“I want this,” she whispered.
His hands skimmed to cup her breasts, studying her with the measuring gaze of a wolf.
She didn’t know what he was searching for, but she sensed that it was important.
“Tell me that you want me,” he prodded, rolling her tender nipple between his thumb and finger.
Oh ... God.
“I want you,” she breathed.
“Luc.” His voice was thick with need. “Say my name.”
“Luc.”
“Now let me taste you.”
She planted her hands on either side of his head, lowering her body until he could plant an openmouthed kiss at the base of her shoulder. She shuddered, rubbing against his hard erection as his tongue ran a wet path along the line of her collarbone.
He clamped his hands on her hips, holding her tight against him while refusing her the relief of moving.
“You aren’t going to regret this in the morning, are you?”
She gave a husky chuckle as she turned her head to stroke her lips along his jaw, delighting in the rough scrape of his whiskers. She didn’t doubt he had to shave more than once a day to look civilized.
The thought was oddly erotic.
“Will you?”
He hissed in pleasure. “No, but I don’t want to be kicked to the curb because you blame me for taking advantage.”
“No one takes advantage of me.” She nipped his bottom lip. “And I’m not a silly juvenile who doesn’t know what she wants from one minute to the next. I’m a full-grown Were and I want you.”
A moan was wrenched from his throat as his lips traveled over the curve of her breast, at last latching on to her aching nipple.
Her eyes squeezed shut as a raw, savage pleasure raced through her.
“Oh ... God, yes.”
“You like that?”
Like it?
Hell, she accused him of being a caveman, but her urges in this moment couldn’t be more primitive.
Give her a club and she’d make sure this man never left her bed.
“It’s perfect,” she whispered.
“You’re perfect.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you’d seen me during a full moon,” she teased with a small sigh. “I earn my title of Queen of Bitches.”
“I like that you’re a bitch.” His mouth tormented her nipple, lapping and nipping until her fingers dug into his shoulders. “And that you’re not afraid to speak your mind. And that you’ll kick ass when necessary.”
She shuddered, his soft words as much an aphrodisiac as his skillful touch.
Gods, she was on fire.
After waiting for so long to ease this burning ache, she had planned to enjoy a slow, mind-numbing seduction, but the pagan need to have him buried deep inside her was rapidly reaching a critical level.
As if sensing she was tumbling out of control, Luc pulled back to study her with a gaze that sent tiny tremors down her spine.
It was a gaze that spoke of need and yearning and ... possession.
Lifting his hands, he framed her face in his hands, pulling her down to kiss her with an aching sweetness. Sophia sighed. She didn’t know what she had done for fate to have dropped this delectable man into her arms, but she intended to savor every moment he remained with her.
Her hands smoothed over the corded muscles of his chest. His skin was a warm, silken temptation, and with a moan of need, she moved to trail her lips over his face and down the strong column of his throat. Her stomach clenched in fierce need, her wolf delighting in the clean scent of male skin.
“You taste of heat and sunshine,” she whispered as she continued her provoking caresses.
“I’m supposed to be tasting you,” he growled, his hands clutching her hips as he sought to regain command.
Such an alpha.
“Do you object?” she whispered, moving steadily lower.
“Oh, hell no.”
“What about this?”
“Sophia,” he rasped as she reached the rippling muscles of his lower stomach.
“Mmmm?”
“I’m a Were who has wanted you for a very long time,” he ground out. “I need to be inside you when I come.”
She gave a throaty chuckle, oddly pleased by his words. Not that she was done with her playing. Deliberately rubbing her body back up the length of his body, she savored the electric sparks set off by the friction of their naked skin.
It’d been so long since she’d felt such overwhelming desire. Hell, she wasn’t sure she’d ever needed a man like she needed Luc. Her every nerve felt alive, sensitized to the point she thought she might combust.
“You can’t have wanted me that long,” she murmured. “We’ve only known each other a week.”
Without warning he lifted her hips, stealing her breath as the fierce jut of his erection settled in the damp heat between her legs.
She arched, the persistent throb in her sex rejoicing as the wide tip of him slipped just inside her body. But instead of shoving himself home, he clutched her hips and regarded her with smoldering eyes.
“I met you a week ago,” he said in thick tones. “I’ve waited for you all my life,” he murmured.
Oh shit, she was in trouble.
“Luc.”
“Now ... my turn for some torture,” he informed her, drawing her toward his waiting lips. “I want you begging before I’m done.”
With a wicked smile, Luc branded her lips with a kiss of pure hunger. The taste of his wolf on her tongue sizzled through her, setting off small fireworks of pleasure.
Then moving his mouth over her face, he stroked down the length of her arched neck. Sophia’s fingers dug into his shoulders as he tugged her upward, catching the pouting nipple between his teeth. She gave a soft growl as he licked and suckled her, her head tilted back at the insistent bliss pulsing through her. He turned his attention to the other breast, deliberately urging her desire to a fever pitch.
She needed to get him inside her.
She needed to be so deeply connected to him that they reached paradise together.
But even as she struggled to slide onto his waiting cock, he was ruthlessly hauling her up to her knees. With a strangled moan she glanced down to watch his mouth explore the clenched muscles of her stomach, his tongue darting out to send shivers of delight through her.
She moaned, her heavy lashes lowering as he stroked over the curve of her hip and down the inside of her thigh.
Okay, she could take a small detour before riding him like a cowboy.
Then his seeking lips found her moist cleft and any logical thought was destroyed. Oh, this was good. This was fan-freaking-tastic.
Struggling not to topple backward as his tongue stroked the highly sensitive flesh, she speared her fingers in the thick satin of his hair.
There was something a bit naughty about straddling him as he expertly tongued her, although she intended to become a whole lot naughtier before the night was over.
She hadn’t forgotten those handcuffs he’d mentioned....
Still holding her hips, Luc found the core of her pleasure, gently sucking as the magical pressure began to build.
“Luc, I’m close,” she gasped.
“Yes,” he muttered, guiding her back so he could position her over his straining erection.
Then, slowly he penetrated her damp channel.
Sophia hissed as she pressed herself ever deeper. She had logically known he was large. All over. But as he stretched her to the limit, she had to admit she hadn’t actually considered the sensation of being impaled by such a generously proportioned shaft.
Holy crap.
Bigger really was better.
And when a man knew what to do with such a fine, fine instrument, then it was nothing less than a gift to women.
Briefly savoring his deep, steady pace, Sophia at last placed her hands on his chest, rolling her hips to meet his upward thrust. She smiled with wicked satisfaction as his fingers convulsively clutched her hips.
He wasn’t the only one with talent.
“
Dios
, you feel so good,” he panted. “So good.”
Sophia lifted until the tip of his cock was nearly at her entrance before plunging downward. His hips jerked off the mattress, his eyes glowing as his wolf strained to be released.
Sophia chuckled, loving the sensation of being the one in power even as she knew that it was an illusion that he was offering her.
Just as he was offering her the illusion that he was hers.
The one wolf meant to be hers for all eternity.
Abruptly crushing the disturbing thought, she concentrated on the sensation of Luc’s deepening thrusts, her soft pants filling the air as her muscles tightened in preparation for the looming orgasm.

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