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 br**sts, 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.”