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   He moved and her eyes were drawn downwards towards his bulging erection still hidden under his jeans. Instinctively, her fingers flexed.

   There was no question but that he wanted her. And lying here under his heated gaze, she wanted him. Every touch of his fingers, every stroke of his tongue against her skin was firmly imprinted in her mind, and her body was urging her to take everything that predatory gaze was offering.

   Gina lifted her hands slightly, unconsciously beckoning, and moved restlessly against the sheets. She'd come for him—more gloriously than she'd ever imagined possible—but it wasn't enough. She wanted even more.

   Slowly, mildly enquiring, he raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

   Dammit! Why wasn't he as desperate as she was? She wanted him over her, under her,
in
her. And she wanted to see him wracked by the same passion that was even now clouding her vision as she watched him closing in on her.

   On his hands and knees he crawled up the bed towards her, stalking her. Yet there was something else hiding behind that lazy prowl. It was in his eyes, in the way they glittered as he stared down on her.

   Thoroughly trapped now, his arms and legs spread to either side of her, pinning her in place, she smiled up a sultry invitation older than time itself. Slowly, she drew her hands down from above her head, equally slowly reaching up to undo the buttons on his shirt. He didn't flinch as she opened the halves wide, exposing his chest to her view for the very first time. A single finger brushed through the swirls of crinkly hair, tracing the solid outline of each taut muscle, then rested lightly on his flat nipple.

   Slowly, wickedly, she placed the same finger in her mouth, enjoying the way his eyes darkened as they followed the movement of her lips as she sucked her finger deep. Her tongue swirled out. His eyes glowed. Then, deliberately, she placed the damp finger back on his nipple, circling it until she felt him heave in a single deep breath. His eyes had never left her lips.

   Amazed by her own daring, she returned the

finger to her mouth, sucking avidly, fascinated by the sudden hitch in his breathing. It was something so little, yet she could affect him so easily. Confidence growing, her other hand dipped to his jeans, struggling one-handed with the button fly. She watched his face harden, then gasped as he lowered his weight carefully on top of her, instantly stopping her movement.

   A tentative wriggle confirmed her status—trapped.

   Again.

   But what a prison…

   The gleam in his eyes was back, the darkness lightening, as he rubbed his groin lightly over her pussy. Even through the thick denim she could feel his cock, rock hard and throbbing. She wanted it closer, skin on skin, but with her hands caught between them and his hips holding her thighs spread wide, she was helpless to speed up his deliberate progress.

   He was back in control, enflaming her. So much for her attempt at seduction—she'd hardly even managed to get any of his clothes off before succumbing to him.

   Again.

   She could feel the heat spreading through her. The subtle rasp of his bare chest against her nipples, the firmer pressure as he purposely rubbed the hard denim over her already sensitive clit, and she knew she'd soon spiral out of control.

   Gina struggled to hold her eyes open, to look up at him, only to close them quickly when she saw the heavy satisfaction etched in his features. She was his, and he knew it.

And so did she.

It may not have sat particularly well with her

recently acquired in-charge-of-my-own-life personality, but how could she fight the kind of pleasure he was so capable of giving her? And so easily, too.

   With a contented sigh, she settled back to take whatever he offered. It was unlikely to last for more than a night but—for now—she'd settle for whatever she could get.

Those hesitant little butterfly touches had been enough to send his already brittle self-control flying. She had no idea of just how much power she wielded, yet she was the first female—ware or human—who'd truly got under his skin. He'd have to think about that. But not now. Later, when his cock wasn't being quite so insistent about exactly where it wanted to be—buried to the balls in the welcoming heat of her cunt.

   For a moment he considered using compulsion to hold her in thrall while he regained his composure but as quickly dismissed the idea. His brother would flay him alive if he ever found out, even if Nate had been doing it for her own good. He didn't relish the idea of a serious run-in with Sebastian. The chances were good that he—Nate—would end up as a rather handsome fur rug on someone's living room floor.

   Gina was playing with fire and simply didn't realise it. He wanted her—now—and she was obviously more than willing. Ah well, she'd just have to live with the consequences of her actions. He withheld the arrogant chuckle that threatened to burst forth—she might even like it.

"Please…" Gina panted, trying to fit the words between the breaths she so desperately needed. "Now… I need…"

   "I know what you need, babe." Braced above her, Nate seemed bigger, stronger, and infinitely more ruthless than he had when he'd brought her to orgasm in the living room.

   "Please…"

   He shook his head, and for an instant she thought she saw a gleam of white teeth in the darkness. "When I'm ready."

   She gasped as he rubbed his groin against her clit, pressing hard but pulling back as soon as she thrust her hips up to meet his. It felt like he'd been teasing her for hours, one minute grinding his pelvis into hers, the next dipping his head to swoop on a breast, suckling until she cried out, unsure whether it was pleasure or pain.

   Then, every time she responded, he drew back. He let her suffer, neatly caught between his legs, and let her urgency rise with every measured movement.

   Suddenly her legs were spread wide, his knee rammed solidly between her thighs. He pushed his leg forward, increasing the pressure on her clit until she thought she'd scream. Then, just as her eyes screwed shut, any semblance of control beyond her, he pulled back.

   Frustrated as all hell, she balled her fists and pounded on his bare chest. It just wasn't fair. She wanted to come,
needed
to come, and he wouldn't let her. If anything, he seemed to be getting off on watching her lose control. Each time she begged him, the words spilling from her mouth before she could hold them in, his eyes lit up and waves of satisfaction positively rolled off him. And every time, it apparently goaded him to push her on just a little bit further.

   She could sense him above her, controlling her, fucking her, and he hadn't even taken his frigging jeans off! What was it going to take? His mouth descended onto her other nipple, drawing it taut between his teeth and stretching, stretching until she did scream, her nipple a single point of glorious fire in a body that was beyond sensitive.

   Eyes closed, she squirmed against him, thrust her hips upward, and reached out to grab his upper arms, desperately trying to pull him right down on top of her. He hardly even seemed to notice, his muscles barely flexing as he held himself rigidly above her.

   Sheets rumpled under her thrashing body, and a vague scent of vanilla rose around her with every movement. The laundry soap, she realised, or maybe the potpourri that sat on her dresser. Every gasp, every panting breath contained a hint of sweetness, a touch of normality. But over it all was
his
smell, warm and intoxicating.

   "Listen." His voice was a deep whisper, the scrape of his stubble sending a minor lightening bolt from her ear to her spine, only to have it explode deep between her legs.

   Mindlessly she obeyed, listening to the helpless little moans, the gasps of pleasure and frustration. The sheets rustling, the rasping of his jeans against the smooth skin of her thighs and, through it all, the sound of a woman being thoroughly pleasured. Her.

   "Can you smell yourself?" His voice was back in her ear, tempting, beckoning. "Smell how much you want me?"

   Even as she obeyed, drawing a deep breath through her nose, she felt his fingers plunge deep within her, as quickly withdrawn.

   "Smell," he ordered, and she opened her eyes in time to see his fingers drift under her nose, evidence of her arousal dripping from them.

   Too late to stop herself, she inhaled, her own scent filling her head, the vanilla no more than a memory. Apparently satisfied with her obedience, he pushed the fingers into his mouth, languorously sucking them clean.

   "You taste good," he purred and lowered his mouth to hers, his lips covering her mouth as he forced her to taste the remnants of her juices on his tongue.

   Gina moaned into his mouth, too aroused to be embarrassed, her tongue flicking out to dual with his. She grasped his shoulders, fingers digging deep as she held him close, and relaxed as he finally lowered himself fully onto her.

   His pelvis ground into hers, the rough hair of his chest abrading her nipples, and she didn't care. All she wanted was the contact, the fulfillment his movements promised. A whimper of protest died on her lips as he pulled his mouth away, immediately refastening onto the closest nipple. Helpless to resist, she arched into him, only to have him pull away again just as the orgasm started to overtake her.

   "Damn you!"

   He laughed, a surprisingly contented sound, and held her wildly flailing arms to either side of her head, her legs caught under his. "What do you want?" he growled.

   "Fuck me. Now. Please." Gina's hips bucked in time with her words, emphasizing them. "Please."

   The last word was lost in a scream as his cock filled her in one fierce lunge. She'd have sworn he'd been off her for only seconds, yet his jeans were gone and he was as naked as she.

   He lay there, filling her, but hadn't moved beyond that first thrust.

   She wriggled, pleading, wishing he'd hurry up. The waiting was killing her. "More." She shoved her hips sharply upward, reveling in the way his eyes glazed and the planes of his face went taut with concentration. "More."

   And she'd thought what he'd done to her downstairs was the very peak of pleasure. Without words, he showed just how wrong she'd been, his cock sliding in and out of her as he fucked her beyond thought, beyond reason. She was on her back, writhing under him as he slammed in, then she'd find herself face down on the bed, ass high in the air as he took her from behind, his cock thrusting deeper again as he drove them both.

   All she could think about, all she could feel, was his cock as it filled her repeatedly, stretching her, and nudging her closer and closer to explosion. That, and the wholly sexual man who turned her within his hands, arranging her limbs as easily as if she were a doll.

   She was on her back again, lying exactly where he'd placed her, when his tempo changed. She was too sated to move a muscle, or even to take note of what was different, when suddenly she found herself tumbling headfirst over the edge of the world. He'd held her high on the plateau for so long, ruthlessly dictating her pleasure, that the shock of the final plunge was even greater.

   It felt like she'd been pushed over a waterfall, twisting and falling, breathless and exhilarated. Her body fell and, some distance behind, her brain followed, wrapping the world in darkness as she finally slowed to a halt.

* * * *

He pounded into her—one last savage thrust—and let his own release overtake him.

   "Mine."

   The growl burst forth as he shuddered, his cock still twitching, and automatically settled himself on top of her, securing her. So long as he had any say in it, Gina wasn't going anywhere.

   Shit!

   Had he really just said that? How the hell had he let go so much that the were instincts took over? That had
never
happened before…

   Nate forced his eyes open, surprised at the effort required, and looked down at her face, a slight smile of feline content the only sign she was even aware of what they'd been doing for the past half hour. Gina was already asleep and, frankly, he doubted she'd be lying there so peacefully if she
had
heard him. And that probably meant she hadn't seen the harsh lines of possession he could still feel etched into his face.

   Feeling just a little bit safer, almost certain now that she hadn't heard him, he rolled heavily away to the other side of the bed. A chill spread through him; already, he was missing the heat of her body.

   Damn.

   He reached back, one arm pinning her to his side.

   Much better.

   A tiny, satisfied sigh escaped, and he grimaced at his own vulnerability. He wouldn't think about it just yet—god, he was tired—but he'd have to do something about the sensual Ms. Longmire. A werewolf was
not
supposed to fall in love with a woman who resembled nothing so much as a wellpleasured—and totally exhausted—kitten. Even as his eyes closed and he settled to sleep, he couldn't help grinning at the ridiculous thought. Cats and dogs just did not get on.

   Nate woke slowly, automatically noting the position of the moon through the uncurtained window. No more than an hour had passed, but he was wide awake and ready to fuck her some more. Despite his fears, she'd loved the way he'd taken her, screaming her pleasure as he rode her hard and deep. He inhaled deeply; the scent of their lovemaking filled the room. He wanted to do it all over again.

   Nate pushed himself up onto an arm, the better to watch her wake up, and shook her gently. Another time, he'd wake her up with his cock already buried deep inside her, her cunt dripping as he fucked her. But not today. He didn't want to scare her away just yet.

   He shook her again, a little more forcefully, but still she refused to wake. The words were unclear but she was grumbling about something. Still muttering, she turned her back and, pushing her tight little ass snugly against his erection, grabbed her pillow and snuggled back down into it. Apparently, she wasn't planning on waking up anytime soon. He grinned, smug masculine satisfaction clearly written on his face.