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Authors: Jennifer Dellerman

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That brought a whimsical smile to his face. The woman was truly making him crazy. One minute he was angry and the next amused. He felt twisted inside, with lust, confusion, amusement, and something else, something he’d never felt before. That little extra something had caused a painful knot to form deep in his chest that he didn’t appreciate and wouldn’t examine. Worse yet, when she wasn’t around he found himself distracted by thoughts of her. His day could start off like shit, like this morning, and one thought of Kaylie turned it around. Even now he remembered Thursday afternoon and how lush and tight she’d felt when he’d been inside her, how sweet she tasted, and then how she’d come apart under his touch. Despite his lack of control and his struggle to remain aloof, she’d pulled him into the most exciting and emotionally engaged sexual encounter of his life. And made him feel like a king even when he got greedy.

Calmer now, and still determined to keep their relationship casual, he shut off the faucet and dried his hands. But the time apart hadn’t cooled his ardor in the least. His jeans were no looser when he finally left the bathroom.

Chapter Eleven

Back in the bedroom, trying hard not to pounce at the tempting sight of a nearly naked Kaylie in his bed, Dean yanked of his boots and gingerly climbed onto the mattress. He straddled her thighs, keeping his weight off her, and laid his hands on her slim back. She jerked at the touch. “Are my hands cold?”

Eyes closed, Kaylie swallowed. “No. They’re just right.”

That inflamed remark had his cock twitching with urgency, and it swelled even more. If he didn’t get out of his pants soon, Dean was sure the buttons of his jeans would do permanent damage. But stubbornly wanting to make amends for the fast and furious fucking that had had him blowing his wad before Kaylie had even had a chance to get up to speed, Dean gritted his teeth against the pain and began to rub his hands over her skin.

His thumbs dug gently into the smooth flesh in widening circles from the base of her spine to the nape of her neck. He pulled out her ponytail holder so he could run his hands through her hair, flexing his fingers soothingly along her scalp. She let out a small moan of pleasure that filled Dean with an odd mixture of contentment and sexual hunger.

Gulping down his own moan, Dean started a return trip down her body, lingering for long moments on her shoulders. The slim column of her neck drew his eye, and a strong desire to take a bite of her soft flesh filled him. Not enough to hurt, but enough to mark her as his.

Roughly shoving that desire away, he caressed her back, stopping when he encountered her bra closure. With one hand he popped the clasp free and pushed both ends off her body. “It was in the way.”

Though she may have snorted in disbelief, Kaylie didn’t say anything. But a tiny smile curved her lips. Until he reached the lace of her thong. He kept his eyes on her face as his thumbs slid under the edge of her panties. Her lips parted, but once again she didn’t say a word. His thumbs slipped lower, kneading the flesh of her ass, his hands at her hips. The scrap of material stretched over his hands. “This really should go to.”

As if in agreement, Kaylie raised her hips. Dean shifted to her side and slowly drew her panties down her legs.

Damn but her ass was biteable! Resisting the urge again, Dean ran his hands from rounded cheeks to neck and back down again. His blood pounded in his veins and his cock pulsed with the need to be buried inside her tight body. Hands flexed and shook as the need began to overtake every other thought.

But not like this. Not yet anyway.

Dean drew back from her and gently rolled her onto her back. Her eyes popped open, not with confusion or anger, but with lazy amusement. “What are you doing?”

Dean grinned. “Gotta get the front as well. You did demand a full body massage after all.”

“Mmm,” Kaylie purred. “I did, didn’t I?”

Murmuring in agreement, Dean slid the bra off her unresisting body. “Very aggressively, if I recall.”

Kaylie slid her arms along the bed cover until her hands disappeared under one of the pillows. The small change in position lifted her exposed breasts, and to Dean’s baser thinking, up in offering for his hands and mouth to take and enjoy.

“I can be a bit aggressive when I want something. I hope I didn’t offend you,” Kaylie murmured.

Dean let out a snort of laughter. “Because touching your body is repulsive.”

Kaylie shrugged and Dean’s gaze shot down to see her breasts jiggle with the movement. His mouth, dryer than dirt not long ago, watered at the erotic sight. He hissed in a breath. He felt like a randy teen, ogling her rosy brown aureoles and the budded nipples that seemed to tighten further under his heated stare.

Dizzy from the sudden flare of sexual hunger, he reached out and covered one plump breast with his hand, rubbing his thumb over the hardened peak. Kaylie sighed and arched into his touch.

Growling, Dean opened his grasp, just enough to take her nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tight bud and when he drew it between his lips and suckled, she brought her hands down to cup his head, pressing him to her chest.

As if he would ever want to leave this bounty!

One hand braced his weight while the other left her breast to slid slowly down her ribcage, across her trembling belly to cup her hip. He teased her flesh, sensuously tracing his thumb over the silky skin between her thighs. To his delight, Kaylie spread her legs to give him better access.

Unable to deny her, he danced his fingers along her skin, over her mound, and cupped her, grinding the heel of his palm into the swollen knot at the top of her wet slit. Her breath turned ragged and she pushed against his hand, her body wiggling as if to get him into a better position.

The pounding of his heart grew furious, causing his hand to tremble when he used two fingers to open the delicate folds of her pussy. His middle finger shot out and stroked her clit in unsteady circles. She gave a sharp cry and her hips bucked up. His fingers flexed up and down, coaxing more wetness from her core. His eyes wanted to cross at the bliss. “You’re so soft here,” his voice was harsh, raspy. He dipped one finger inside her sheath to the first knuckle and then withdrew. “And so fucking tight here.” On the next thrust he filled her. This time when he pulled the digit back he twisted his wrist so he touched every nerve ending he could reach. Her inner muscles tightened around his finger, as if trying to hold him in place, and she continued to meet him thrust for thrust.

The throbbing pressure built inside him, threatening his control. From his position, head at her breast, eyes looking down the soft curves and hollows of her body, he watched his hand playing her flesh. He could not only scent her arousal, he saw it glistening on his fingers with every plunge into her eager body. It was all so damn erotic. Turning her on was driving his desire to the boiling point.

“Kiss me,” she demanded

Unable to do less than what she desired, he snaked one arm under her neck, holding her in place. Then he licked a hot path from her breast, up and over the fluttering pulse on her neck, and finally took her lips in a fierce kiss.

“I want you to come, Kaylie.” Because if she didn’t soon, he would, and once again shame himself as an inconsiderate lover. His voice grew rough. “Come for me.”

“And I want you inside me. I need to feel you inside me, Dean. Please.”

He wanted to howl. Yes, he wanted to bury his aching cock inside her more than he wanted his next breath. But … “I don’t know how long I’ll last, sweetheart.” He nuzzled her ear. “You feel too damn good.”

“I don’t mind trying.” Her hands tunneled under his shirt, stroking his hot flesh. He rose up, throwing his head back, his eyes snapping shut. Her touch was electric, making him tremble violently.

“I want you so damn much.” Too tame, those words, for what he felt. He needed her, ached for her. His free hand clenched into a fist, grasping the bed cover as if trying to hold on to some sanity.

“Then take me,” her voice was low, throaty, and so damn sexy it finally spurred him to action.

Carefully pulling his fingers free from her wet clasp, he ripped off his clothes and tossed them heedlessly over his shoulders. Then he yanked open the top drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a box of unopened condoms. A box he’d purchased Thursday night in preparation for more exotic adventures with Kaylie.

Only, the fucking box wouldn’t open!

Claws sprung from his fingertips and fangs popped out of his gums as rage at the inanimate object reared to life. In less than a second he’d shredded the box.

“Stop.”

At Kaylie’s quiet command he froze. Oh, hell no. Really? Was the witch trying to kill him? “Stop?”

Kaylie smiled at his disbelieving tone. “Easy there big boy. The box never did anything to you.”

Dean huffed in a breath, already calming “That’s what you think.” He spied an intact foil packet, and then glanced down at his hands. Claws were good for tearing, not so good for rolling on a condom.

He was mentally cursing his loss of temper when Kaylie plucked the foil up, tore it open and reached for his rigid shaft. On her knees she stroked him lightly, tormenting him, pleasing him for a few brief moments before sheathing him. Then she twined her arms around his neck and aligned her body to his. “It’s all good. I’m still here, and I still want you.”

He didn’t want to touch her, terrified his claws might hurt her. So he kissed her, thrusting his tongue between her lips, urging her back to the heights of passion.

Kaylie reached for his hands and drew them around her body. “Touch me.” When Dean resisted she added, “You won’t hurt me, Dean. I’m your mate.”

Whether because of her words or her total acceptance of who and what he was, something suddenly happened inside him. He couldn’t have described it for the world. But whatever it was had his claws retracting just as he touched the twin globes of her ass. His fangs faded back into their sockets, and he pressed her close.

With a growl he pushed his legs between hers and eased her back down on the mattress, following, one hand holding their weight, until he lay over her, on her, pressed her into the soft bed. A stunned sense of relief mixed with roaring desire filled him at her sigh of pleasure. She wasn’t repulsed or scared by his loss of control. With a few words and gentle caresses she’d brought him back from the brink.

Her took her mouth with purpose, thrusting his tongue in deep, sucking at her lips. His hips mimicked the motion and his cock unerringly found the wet slit of her body, slipping with ease along the soft folds, but not entering her. As the scent of her arousal grew, his body tightened with tension.

Take what belongs to you. Possess her completely.

Not completely. He couldn’t. But he could fill her completely, and give her pleasure like no one ever had.

Easing down her body he closed his mouth around a breast, swirling the nipple with his tongue. One hand drifted down over her body to replace his cock. One finger slid in with ease, and then two. He rubbed his face against her breasts, breathing deep as he made sure she was ready for him, fucking her with his fingers. A haze covered his eyes, blood roared in his ears. The feel of her plush wetness clenching on his fingers was driving him out of his mind. Again.

He jerked up on his knees, dragging her willing body up until each leg draped over his thighs. Perfect.

He was so hard he didn’t need to use his hand to guide his aching erection into her. All he needed to do was thrust. At the first breach of her body she let out a low moan of pleasure, and Dean let one out of pained frustration. Every hair on his body stood on end. Her pussy was like a fucking light socket, sending a scorching current of heat and electricity from his cock to every extremity and back again. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. And he wanted more.

“Deeper.” He demanded, working his shaft slowly inside her, inch by slow, thrusting, inch. When he was seated to the hilt, he ground against her, his hips undulating into the swollen folds.

Kaylie arched up. “Oh, God. Yes. That’s so good, Dean.”

Holding her hips immobile, Dean bucked hard and fast into her. Over and over again, her whimpers and cries for more ratcheted up his need with every forceful thrust. Her breasts bounced each time skin slapped skin, and his eyes focused on the tight points, wet from his mouth.

His body was on fire. Sweat ran in rivulets down his back and temples. Thoughts grew dim as the pleasure increased. Her nails dug into his forearms sending little darts of pain to heighten the exquisite experience. His voice was rough, guttural as he hissed out, “Not gonna last, Kaylie.” He cursed. She was so wet his cock pumped into her tight sheath with mind-numbing bliss. “Fuck, Kaylie. I’m going to come. Do you want that?” Shifting his gaze he saw her eyes were shuttered. “Look at me,” he ordered.

When her eyes opened he saw they were glazed with pleasure. He knew that look, knew she was close. But not as close as he was. Too close to losing control of everything. Her heart was racing, the wild pulse at her throat beckoning, and his instincts were screaming at him to sink his fangs in the soft skin where her shoulder met her neck and mark her as his forever.

Fighting against the need to swoop down and do just that, he rose higher on his knees, angling her body like a bow. One arm slid under her waist to support and hold her immobile. The new position eased the temptation for fang penetration, and heightened his arousal by adding a sense of dominance, knowing Kaylie was near helpless to move on her own, and totally dependent on him to give her what she needed. It also caused his shaft to rub harder against the front of her sheath, an exquisitely sensitive spot that wrenched a choked cry from Kaylie. Her hands were now grasping the bedding, her head slightly up as she took in the sight of his cock, glistening from her juices, sliding in and out of her pussy. Watching Kaylie watch him feed her his raging erection was beyond erotic, but despite the orgasm bearing down on him, her release came first. A mate’s pleasure always came first. He planted his free hand on her navel, slipping his thumb through her drenched folds to her clit. All the while he kept her eyes prisoner. “Do you want that sweetheart? Do you want me to come inside you?”

“Y-yes.” She panted out.

Snarls erupted from his throat even as he continued to plunge between her thighs. Delicate muscles tightened around his pulsing cock and another snarl escaped, this one in approval. “Yes. Like that. Tighten around my cock. Grip me hard and don’t let go. Never let go.”

He flicked his wrist, circling his thumb hard and fast against the knot of nerves that made her twist and arch in abandon under him. His hips moved faster, blurring with motion as he fucked her with everything he had. He knew he was being rough but he couldn’t stop driving into her. His control was gone, there was nothing left but a rutting beast. “Come for me.” His voice was no longer his own and his body shook violently. “Yield to me.”

Just when Dean didn’t think he could possibly fight back his release a second longer, Kaylie screamed, her shoulders lifting completely off the mattress as her back arched even farther. Her thighs clenched and spread wider to take his engorged shaft deeper into her spasming pussy.

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