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  “I’m gonna eat you up,” he growled against her lips, nipping gently. “I want to hear every little noise you make.”

  She helped him tug off her jacket, violent as she ripped the material from her torso. He felt her fingers shaking when their hands met, her lithe body squirming beneath him. She was eager and ready as he was. When they’d first started dreamsharing, she’d been nervous and inhibited during their sexual interludes. Now—real, willing and in his arms—the minx was wild and out of control.

  Just the way I want her.

  Somehow he managed to remove her sweater without tearing the downy cotton, pulling it over her head along with an equally soft camisole. He bit back a curse when he saw her bra, her hard pink nipples visible through lace. After he removed the skimpy garment, he took a moment to appreciate the view.

  Her flawless skin reflected the rays of the moon—pale, silky and smooth. Her breasts were full and lush, nipples hard and waiting to be touched. Before the night was over he intended to leave love bites all over her creamy flesh, including one on the fleshy portion of her throat and shoulder for the world to see.

  My woman. My mate.

  A surge of possessiveness seared through him. The wolf wanted to come inside her and mark Chloe with its scent so that every werewolf she encountered would know she was taken. A good thing, because the man wanted the same thing. He couldn’t wait to feel the clasp of his mate’s pussy around his cock, to finally learn just how hot and tight she’d be.

  He popped the button to her jeans and started yanking on the zipper when she stopped him, her voice husky. “Wait.”

  Everything in him rebelled, the wolf fighting for dominance, wanting to fuck its female until they were gasping for breath, bodies covered in the smell of sex. Only the bitter smell of fear quieted the animal, allowing the man to take control. He had to be tender with her.

  Forcing the primal emotions aside, he struggled to put Chloe’s needs first. He didn’t take his fingers away from the zipper but he stopped the downward motion of his hand.

  “Easy.” He attempted to calm her, peering into her eyes.

  Her irises were even lighter now, the portion of her that responded to his wolf riding the line. He understood her terror then, becoming aware of the source of her anxiety. Along with the fragrance of fear was the musky call of her arousal—her wolf’s arousal.

  She didn’t understand—couldn’t understand—what she was experiencing.

  Lowering his head and brushing his nose against hers, he softened his voice, gentling her with words. “You’re hurting, aren’t you, baby? You want me so bad you ache with it. Don’t be afraid. I told you I’d take care of you and I meant it. You’re safe with me. I give you my word.”

  “This is wrong,” she moaned, arching her hips and pressing her mound against his fingers. “I should make you stop.”

  Like hell. “How is this wrong?”

  Against his better judgment, he lifted his hand and slid his fingers beneath the lacy trim of her panties. As he’d known, her pussy was drenched. He slid the pads of his fingers against the swollen crease, coating them with her cream, gliding up and down her slit.

  “Do you want me to go down on you, Chloe girl? You’re so ready I can practically taste you.” When he slid his fingers free she cried out. “I’m going to do everything you’ve dreamed about and then some.”

  Since she was nervous about removing her clothing, he decided to even the score. Reaching over his shoulder, he pulled his T-shirt over his head. The brisk air hit his skin, cooling the sensitized flesh. He considered ordering Chloe to lick his chest, to tease him as she’d done in their dreams, but he didn’t. Right now he had to keep stoking the fire. She wanted him, she just didn’t know how much.

  Not yet.

  He brought his torso down so their stomachs collided—fair skin clashing with tan, softness cushioning muscle. Her hesitancy vanished, her small hands drifting up to clutch his arms. He couldn’t prevent the growl that crept up his throat or the way he thrust his hips against her. The moment he’d entered Chloe’s dreams she’d put her mark on him. He was useless to other females, meaning he’d had to take care of his own needs. It had only been a matter of time until they met but he’d never thought it would be like this. With her sweet and soft in his arms, trusting him even though she wasn’t aware of the eccentricities involved when mating with a shifter.

  “I’m going to start here.” He pulled at her underwear and jeans, intentionally skimming the back of his hand against her burning pussy. “And work my way up.”

  This time she didn’t protest, aiding him by lifting her pelvis. The delicate curve of her stomach flexed, displaying the tender, toned muscles of her abdomen. After he slid off her shoes and socks, he removed her jeans. She was as lean as he remembered, her shape that of a female werewolf, although less muscular than most—lithe and strong, trim and curved in all the right places.

  His gaze rested on her sex, his wolf howling in pleasure at the sight of trimmed blonde curls. The lips of her cunt were swollen and pink. Her flesh glistened in the light coming through the window, her hard clit pushing free of its hood.

  His fangs lengthened, his heart drumming in his chest. He was going to leave his imprint all over her, covering her with his scent, marking her soft skin with his teeth. She was seductive and inviting, waiting for him to make the next move. He paused over her mound, blowing softly against her weeping flesh.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned and clutched the comforter. “Please.”

  “I won’t.” His growl filled the room, the wolf eager to claim its mate. He lowered his head, guided by his nose and the fragrance of her cunt. “I’m going to please you all night long. And this time, you won’t be dreaming.”

  On some level Chloe knew what she was doing was inappropriate. She was in the bed of a stranger—someone she only knew from her dreams. She understood that, had even contemplated it when her head cleared and she tried to rationalize what she was experiencing. But she couldn’t stop.

  God help her. She didn’t want him to stop.

  “Jackson,” she whispered, making sure he was real and not a figment of her imagination. Her body was on fire, her nipples and pussy more sensitive than they’d ever been in her life. Even the chilled temperature of the room felt painful brushing against her naked skin.

  “Hold on, baby.”

  His breath caressed her skin, whispering over the lips of her sex. Before she could respond his hot, wet tongue glided along her seam. One long, deliberate lick parted the lips of her vagina. Fiery wisps followed his touch, leaving an impression behind. She arched her back, fisting the blanket beneath her hands, crying out at the amazing sensation.

  He pulled away, licking his lips. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

  She was ready to beg for more when he dipped his head a second time. His tongue worked its magic, licking up and down her slit, soothing the burn in her pussy, replacing it with dizzying tingles. He changed the motion, alternating with long strokes between her labia and shallow plunges at the mouth of her sex. Warmth spread from her belly, engulfing her in a sexual fog.

  Yes. Oh yes.

  This was what she’d dreamed about, what she’d waited so long for. Up and down he licked, growling as he did, his fingers digging into her ass. She didn’t think the feeling could get any better until he scooted up and the cavern of his mouth surrounded her clit. She writhed on the bed when he started to suck, caught in a maelstrom of desire and want. His tongue flicked the supersensitive nub, moving hard and fast.

  Stars flashed before her eyes, a fireball erupting from the inside out. Loud shrills echoed in her ears, droning on and on. It wasn’t until the sound softened that she realized she was crying out, her own voice sounding far away. Something stirred inside her, cautiously emerging. It reached out to the man giving her pleasure, wanting to make him a part of her. She started to question what she felt when Jackson snarled, the sound sexy although it should have been frightening.
/>   “Again.” Jackson lapped at her wet folds, whipping his tongue up and down. “Come for me again.”

  She gasped when she felt his finger rubbing against the entrance of her pussy, gathering moisture before pressing inside. If she’d thought his tongue felt amazing, the pressure of his thick finger parting her was incredible. The spark of something coming to life grew. A new, uninhibited portion of her wanted more.

  A scent filled her nose—wild and delicious.

  She drew a deep breath and realized it was coming from Jackson. He’d already smelled wonderful but now…it was so, so good. Her mouth watered, taste buds coming to life, eager for a sample of his cock. She wanted to feel the weight of his erection in her mouth, was desperate to savor him in reality and not in a dream.

  As though he was aware of her desires, he pulled away and looked at her. His irises were no longer human, glowing in the dark, muscles rock hard and tense. He could tear her apart if he changed, was capable of ripping her throat in two with his teeth. She should have been scared to death, not ready to flip him over so she could reciprocate the oral stimulation.

  “Don’t even think about it, mate,” he murmured, studying her while his finger glided into her sex, the pads rubbing against the clasping walls as though searching for something. “You’ll take what I want to give you. I know what you need. Don’t test the wolf. Not yet.”

  Test the wolf? It wasn’t in her nature to flirt with danger. Yes, she’d come to his tattoo shop. But she hadn’t known it would lead to this.

  Had she?

  Yes, a voice stirred to life inside of her, startling in its intensity. You did.

  “Easy, Chloe girl.”

  He stroked her thigh with his free hand and she arched her back, wanting to feel his hand traveling over her skin, fueling the fire blasting through her veins. The finger lodged inside her rubbed against a spot that caused her to whimper. Jackson growled louder, thrusting his finger into her moist heat, hitting that tender area over and over again. Then he brought his mouth to her sex, teasing her with licks and nips, the tip of his tongue traveling along her lips.

  Vibrations started in her belly, raging through her torso and limbs, making it impossible to remain still. The hand at her thigh moved. Jackson splayed his fingers over her stomach, keeping her in place as he laved her pussy. The sharp edge of his teeth scraped the vulnerable tissue, creating an oddly pleasurable pain. When he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked her body became pure light, shattering into a million tiny pieces. She thrashed on the bed, releasing the covers and burying her fingers in his hair. The flicks of his tongue eased but he didn’t relent, extending her orgasm, taking her higher.

  It shouldn’t have been possible but the mind-blowing feeling repeated itself. Another climax took the place of the first, the sensations stronger this time. She screwed her eyes shut, crying out, grasping his hair and holding on to him like an anchor. Wave upon wave of bliss caressed her, hot and electric, rushing through her like exploding sparks of fire.

  The dizzying storm slowly faded, leaving her panting and spent. Jackson pressed one final kiss to her pussy. He left a trail of kisses along the delicate bones of her pelvis, skimming his lips over her stomach, his tongue darting out to tease her navel. She sighed, pulling him closer, basking in the feel of his warm skin and the careful way he pulled his finger from her still-clenching depths.

  “Did that take the edge off?” He nuzzled her breast, the bristle on his chin skimming over her pointed nipple.

  Did it ever. “Mmm hmm.”

  His mouth hovered over her areola, his breath hot against the pebbled disk. “Then you’re right where I want you.”

  He thrust his hips, burying his crotch into the vee of her thighs as he sucked her nipple. She nearly came apart when she felt the hard ridge of his cock through the denim. She’d touched the thick, elongated length in her dreams. She’d even put the broad, mushroomed head into her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. But in person he felt bigger, hotter and more dangerous.

  Satiation ebbed, taken over by another flare of heat. The ache inside her returned, an emptiness that craved more. She frowned, freezing beneath the large man above her, trying not to focus on the delicious motions of his tongue and the fiery wetness of his mouth. She’d just come three times, taken to a heavenly place that sent her soaring.

  Wanting more—needing more—didn’t make sense.

  Jackson released her breast, lifted his head and met her gaze. Her confusion vanished, a foreign instinct slamming into place. His nostrils flared, bright amber-hued eyes intense. His fingers caressed her side, winding along her breast. He cupped her face in his palm.

  “Do you want me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, unable to look away.

  “Tell me. I need to hear it.”

  She was playing with fire but she knew what she wanted and craved. If he left her now, she’d go mad. The intensity of her need clawed at her, a primal nature she didn’t know existed tearing its way to the surface.

  “I want you.”

  He lifted away so quickly she didn’t have the chance to cling to his muscular form. She came onto her knees, prepared to pounce on him, when he bent at the waist and removed his boots and peeled off his socks. His jeans clung to his body, his hard cock clearly visible. Her heart stuttered for a moment then started to race. The damp heat between her legs increased. Popping the button fly, he moved toward the bed. A thin trail of dark hair ran from his navel down.

  “Get me ready, baby. I want to feel that sweet mouth of yours.”

  Licking her lips, she inched closer, watching as he tugged at the jeans and his cock sprang free. She hesitated, stunned at how much larger he was in reality, long and swollen, veins bulging beneath the skin. The head was darker in color and broader than the base. The sexual portion of her arose again, suffocating her fear, urging her forward.

  Her fingers barely met when she wrapped them around the silken flesh at the root, a steady pulse beating against her palm. She started slow, darting her tongue along the crown, collecting the shimmering bead that appeared at the thin slit in the head. His taste burst on her tongue—salty, masculine and all Jackson. She opened her lips and took him into her mouth, sucking at the tip, rubbing her tongue along the underside of his cock.

  He hissed and wrapped his fingers in her hair. “That’s it. Fuck.” She nearly panicked when he hit the back of her throat and she started to gag. He held her in place, his voice a low growl. “Swallow.”

  Tears burned her eyes but she managed to do as he said. He groaned and pulled away, returning for more of the same. “Relax your throat and breathe through your nose. Show me how much you want me. Take me, Chloe. Take me deep.”

  She bobbed her head, taking him as far as she could. She forced herself to constrict her throat, swallowing although it took effort each time he thrust into her mouth. He settled into a rhythm, slow and steady, rocking his hips.

  “Just like that. Just. Like. That.”

  Bolstered by his reaction, she kept up the pace, worshipping his cock with her mouth and hands. She timed it so her fingers glided along his swollen shaft with each retreat. She squeezed her fingers, tasting a hint of his semen, the flavor salty and tart. She moaned when she imagined him coming like this, forcing her to swallow him down. Instead of being repulsed, the idea appealed to a side of her that had just breathed new life.

  Taste him. Claim him. Make him yours.

  Her birthmark flared at the thought, burning white-hot. She started to pull away, lowering her hand to rub at the stinging spot on her wrist. Jackson tugged at her hair and his erection slid from her lips. There was no preamble, no soft petting. He thrust her onto the bed, her head landing on the softness of the pillows. Then he was there, coming over her body, all muscle, tanned skin and unforgettable features.

  His hand trembled as he fisted his cock and slid it along her wet cleft. “Do you accept me, Chloe?”

  It wasn’t just sex he was asking for. This was
something deeper and more profound. The part of her that craved Jackson in all ways roared the answer in her head, repeating it over and over. Pure sexual desire pulsed within her, making her nipples harden and her pussy weep. Confused and shaken, she acknowledged the chorus in her mind, knowing she didn’t have another choice.

  “Yes.”

  The broad head brushed past the folds of her sex and dipped inside. She arched her back, wanting more of him. The burn in her wrist continued, as though the skin had been recently branded with the mark, the small area of flesh tingling painfully.

  “Look at me,” he ordered, the words a low growl.

  Their gazes met. She didn’t turn away, looking him in the eye as he plunged deeper into her body. Her pussy stretched, unaccustomed to his size and length, making way for his entry. There was no pain, only an incredible fullness as he slid deeper. Dimly she realized he wasn’t using protection and that he needed to put on a condom. Before she could ask him to stop he slammed his hips forward, burying himself within her, the head of his cock bumping her cervix.

  “I knew you’d be like this,” he rasped, staying still, his length pulsing inside her. “So hot and tight. Squeezing me like a fist. You’re going to burn me alive.”

  Bringing her hands up, she buried his fingers in his biceps. Like this, she couldn’t tell where she started and he ended. They were simply one, connected in the most intimate way. Their skin collided, the smoothness of his chest teasing her nipples. She mewled and rubbed against him, aching in ways she couldn’t describe.

  She couldn’t prevent a panicked gasp when he pulled away, the thickness against her vaginal walls retreating. She lowered her fingers, running them down his back to his buttocks. Before she could force him back he thrust into her, the weight of his testicles slapping her ass. White speckles dotted her vision, the pleasure so intense she couldn’t stand it. Nothing existed in that moment—no worries for what she was doing, no concern about the pain in her wrist or the fact she was having sex with a virtual stranger.