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Her skin tingled as she recalled Declan’s words.

Touch me and I’ll touch you.

She focused on the task at hand, shocked at how hard yet
silken he felt. His cock was thick and long. The mushroom-shaped head was
broader than the root, forcing her to widen her lips in order to take him.
Considering her less than memorable sexual encounters with the opposite sex,
she now only used her vibrator or fingers against her clit when she needed to
let off sexual steam. Due to that she knew she wasn’t going to accommodate him
easily. When he tried to enter her body he’d have to work his way inside.

The thought turned her on as much as it frightened her.

The men she’d slept with didn’t compare to Declan. They
didn’t even come close.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, carefully pumping his hips. “Don’t
stop, baby.”

Opening her eyes, she peered up. His lids lifted and his
gaze sought hers.

The fingers in her hair tightened, making her scalp prickle
and burn. His amber-colored irises were bright in the artificial lighting.
Despite the ache in her jaw she sucked harder, wanting to give this to him. For
once she wanted to enjoy the moment and worry about the future later. She loved
knowing she was responsible for the hunger, lust and need in his eyes.

“Shit,” he whispered, panting softly. “I’m going to come.
You decide how it happens. Pull away if you don’t want me like this.”

Drink him down,
the voice in her head demanded.
Take
it all.

Doubling her efforts, she moved faster. She stroked his
shaft in tandem with her sucking mouth, drawing her lips and fingers up and
down his iron-hard length. He bumped the back of her throat and it took every
ounce of her will not to gag. Forcing aside the natural reaction, she focused
on giving him pleasure.

“I can’t hold back,” he groaned, thrusting into her mouth.
“Feels too fucking good.”

With a final plunge of his hips, he pressed the head of his
cock to the back of her throat and held her head still. His semen jetted into
her mouth. Thick, hot and slightly bitter. She breathed through her nose and
swallowed, trying not to panic when she gagged. Women did this all the time.
There wasn’t anything to be worried about. He pulled back and gave her a bit of
room. She maintained a level head, using the space to her advantage. She
swallowed each wave of his seed, finding it became easier as she did.

In seconds his cock stilled, no longer pulsing in her mouth.
She drew a steadying breath, trying to cool the fire rushing through her veins.
A part of her couldn’t believe she’d been so bold and brazen, giving him what
he asked for without argument. With a quick step back, Declan slid his
still-hard length from her lips and bent to pick her up. She didn’t have time
to protest, ripped from her knees and lifted into his arms in the same breath.

“Your turn, mate.”

She gasped when he tossed her into the chair, grasping the
sides to keep her balance. Since she didn’t have shoes it wasn’t difficult to
pull the sweatpants down her legs. He tossed the clothing to the floor and
reached for her panties. The gleam in his eyes made her nervous.

He wasn’t going to pleasure her with his fingers this time.

Somehow she knew he fully intended to return the favor—using
his mouth and tongue to get her off. As much as she’d fantasized about it she’d
never had anyone venture to the land below. The real thing wasn’t as enticing as
she thought it might be. Licking his fingers was one thing. Once he put his
face between her legs he’d find out just how wet she’d become.

What if he didn’t like it? What if she turned him off?

The voice in her head had gone strangely quiet, leaving her
vulnerable and alone.

“W-wait,” she stammered, holding her hands out to ward him
off.

He froze, staring her in the eye. “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t have to do that,” she blurted, turning her head
so she didn’t have to look at him. Heaven help her, she felt so awkward and
uncertain. “Don’t feel obligated or anything.”

“Obligated? Is that what you think?” He came at her, shoving
aside her hands. “I’ve been dying to taste you, Rachel. I got a sample earlier
but it wasn’t enough. I want to bury my head between your legs, lick you up
like candy and watch you fall apart. I want to find out how sweet you sound
when you come like this.”

“But…” She couldn’t look at him, not now. Humiliation
swamped her.

“No buts,” he growled, reaching for her panties. “I want
this and so do you.”

There wasn’t any reason to fight. He was right. She wanted
this equally—if not more—than he did. When he grasped her panties she didn’t
stop him, allowing him to slide the garment from her hips and legs. The chilly
cushion beneath her ass sent a shiver up her spine. Suddenly she became aware
of the cold room, the way the air seemed to breeze over her bare flesh. On a
whim she’d shaved her pussy, curious to see how it would feel. As hair had
grown in she’d decided to keep herself smooth.

There was nothing to protect her. Her folds were open to his
gaze.

“There’ve only been two,” she blurted, changing the subject
before she knew it, answering an earlier question he’d probably forgotten.
“I’ve never done this before.”

“Two?” he questioned, freezing in place, fangs visible
beneath his full lips.

She wanted to slap herself. He didn’t want to hear about
that. Not now.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Never mind,” she whispered. “It’s not important.”

“Two men?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

If there had been a hole in the ground she’d have gratefully
crawled into it. This was why she’d never tried to establish a relationship.
Each time she got around a member of the opposite sex she said and did the
wrong things. If she wasn’t busy snapping at them, she found herself muttering
stupid shit. No wonder they had never called her the next day.

Unable to respond verbally, she nodded.

“No one has kissed you here?” He cupped her mound, his palm
hot against her weeping flesh. When she didn’t answer he asked thickly, “No one
has gone down on you?”

“No,” she squeaked, wanting him to touch her but afraid to
ask for it.

“Good,” he growled, edging closer. “I’ll be your first and
only.”

“You might not like it.”
Damn it.
Why did she keep
talking out loud and ruining things? She rushed to fix what she might have
broken and salvage a bit of her pride. “You don’t have to.”

“You’re right. I’m not going to like it.” She’d known he
might not but hearing him say so broke something inside her. She started
pulling away, drowning in misery. He stopped her, holding her in place. “You
should hear a man out. I’m not going to like it because I know I’m going to
fucking love it. I had a small taste but it didn’t even take the edge off. If
anything it only made me want this even more.”

The way he’d placed her gave him more than enough room to
maneuver. She couldn’t bring her legs together, trapped in place by his larger
body. He forced her against the headrest, pressing her back into the chair.
Bending at the waist, he dipped his head. The heat of his breath caressed her
clit, his lips hovering over her vaginal lips. Another warm, wet gush from her
pussy had her cheeks burning hot. She fought to breathe, clutching at the faux
leather beneath her.

“You smell good,” he cooed, staring at her mound. “So hot.
So damn sweet.”

His tongue lashed out and ran up her crease. As soon as he
touched her clit she released a soft cry and shifted her hips. Electricity
zinged up her back, spreading out through her torso. In an instant she wanted
to come, hanging right over the edge. She clawed at the chair, waiting to see
what he’d do next.

“Lie back and relax. I’m going to enjoy this as much as you
do. I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks.”

He had? For some reason she found that hard to believe.

She was hardly the stuff of dreams.

The first laps of his tongues against her pussy didn’t ease
her tension. Then slowly, as he paid attention to her inner folds, her muscles
relaxed. He seemed to know when she’d given in. With a groan he increased the
pressure, running his tongue from the mouth of her vagina to her clit. Using
his thumbs, he parted her center. She held back a moan, biting her lip. He
lifted his eyes, meeting her gaze.

Then she understood why he’d wanted her to look at him when
she’d sucked his cock.

She’d never felt that level of connection with any other
person. Like this she was completely open to him. There were no secrets, no
barriers between them. He could see past the mask she wore, to the woman she
kept tucked away. One look—a simple locking of the eyes—and he knew everything
about her. Even knowing that, she didn’t dare break the connection. He studied
her as he kept going, licking at her seam. The presence she’d felt earlier
returned, like a shadow in the back of her mind.

Ours.

Tiny prickles danced over her skin at her torso, extending
to her arms and legs. It felt as though feathers danced along the inside of her
skin, tracing over every contour and crevice. The heat in her stomach returned,
a strange haze of red coating her vision. She let go of the chair and placed
her arms over her head. Resting back, she let her thighs fall apart.

“Hell yes,” Declan rasped, licking at her sex. “Let it
happen, baby. You’re so soft here, made just for me.”

Two fingers teased her entrance, swirling outside her pussy.
She tried not to tense up when Declan worked them inside her, using the wetness
from his mouth and her arousal to pave the way. Running his tongue over her
clit, he flexed his wrist, sending his fingers deeper. She gasped when he
touched a sensitive spot inside her, bucking against his hand.

“Declan.”

“Easy,” he murmured and pushed his fingers all the way in.
“Easy, baby.”

Easy? Is he insane?

It felt too good, her pussy so deliciously full. She wanted
him to move those fingers and part her like a whisper. Things had progressed
quickly between them, meaning it wouldn’t be long before he replaced his hand
with his cock. She wasn’t sure how well she’d take him but she was already
anticipating the moment, picturing the broad head stretching her wide. Declan
had been considerate so far. How would he be when he ditched the tenderness?
Would she be able to handle the man when he lost his carefully constructed
control?

A spark of desire speared through her, the voice in her head
becoming a howl.

He’d given her a sample of what he’d be like when she’d
dropped to her knees in front of him. She’d seen the flare in his eyes, watched
the tic in his jaw. Even then he’d done his best to be easy with her, keeping
his own needs in check. Each time he handled her he did so as though she might
break, keeping things slow and deliberate.

That’s not what she needed. Not anymore.

“It’s not enough.” She exhaled the words, rolling her hips.
“Stop tormenting me.”

“Rachel.”

The way he said her name served as a warning of some kind.
Too bad she didn’t have the patience to find out what he was trying to tell
her. Grasping the top of the seat, she lifted her hips. His fingers slid
deeper, thick and heavy inside her. She focused on her vaginal muscles, flexing
down. If he wasn’t going to give her what she needed she’d take it for herself.
Her body felt primed, ready to board the train to ecstasy. She pulled away,
prepared to ride his hand to orgasm.

He prevented movement, grasping her by the hip. “Damn it.
Don’t challenge me. Not now.”

Take him!
The voice thundered in her head.
Claim
him as ours.

The itchy sensation under her skin increased, bringing on
another tidal wave of lust and need. She couldn’t think clearly, driven by pure
sensation. His fingers felt amazing inside her, the heat of his breath teasing
her folds. She wanted to feel his tongue caressing her flesh as he moved his
fingers in and out of her pussy. Then—after she climaxed—she could roll onto
her knees and present herself to him.

He belonged to her. Once mated, no one could ever force them
apart.

A snarl crept up her throat, an odd, itchy sensation beneath
her skin spreading like wildfire. She needed this more than ever. Declan was
sexy as hell. Other women would want him too. She’d been bitten, not born. That
could threaten everything. They had to seal their union before it was too late.
The thoughts in her head tumbled together—some of the notions her own, others
the impressions of the animal inside her.

Clarity arose, a harsh realization slamming into her chest.

The wolf.

Shit.

She started to tear herself away. Declan must’ve sensed the
shift. In an instant his lips surrounded her clit, his tongue rubbing against
the hard nub as he sucked. The breath left her lungs, her body surrendering to
his touch. He wasn’t tender any longer, slamming his hand against her, pumping
his fingers in and out of her sex. Warmth bloomed over her, the pressure in her
belly building.

So close… So close.

He waggled his head, moaning as he did.

White speckles floated before her eyes, the tension inside
her detonating like a fireball. She writhed against his hand, pushing her clit
into his mouth, releasing a scream of pleasure and pain. The wolf—something she
finally recognized even if she didn’t want to accept it—damned her for her
insecurities, wanting her to see past her doubts to embrace the future they
needed. Now that she’d gained release the creature had stopped chanting in her
head. She was grateful to receive at least this much from her other half.

She went limp, boneless as she draped herself over the seat.

This couldn’t be all she had to look forward to, could it?

If she didn’t accept Declan’s claim would she ever find any
measure of peace?