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“Lucy.”

“Yea?”

“Are you going to keep me
hanging all damn night?”

“Huh?”

“Are you going to let me
claim you or what?” Max pressed himself to her warm center, his
body shaking under the control it required not to ram right into
her without warning.

Lucy let go of her bra, the
cups falling away immediately baring her perked nipples. Max’s eyes
lit up like a kid on Christmas. He licked his lips and captured a
breast between them; the sensation tore through her, heating her to
the core as her hips shot up on her intake of breath. It’d been so
long since she’d been with a man, and the first time she’d ever
been with a werewolf.

Chapter 9

Max sucked Lucy’s percolated
tip, grazing his teeth along the crystal cut edges of her nipple.
She was gorgeous; her ivory skin was flush, eyes half-closed and
mouth slightly ajar in awe. He couldn’t wait to sink into her in
more than one way.

He switched breasts,
drinking in her newly startled reaction. Her fingers ran through
his hair, eliciting an excited growl from him when she tugged at
his roots. He needed more; he needed to taste her. He slid down
her, kissing her soft stomach. He loved the fact that he had to
push apart her thighs to reach her jewel; made him feel like he had
to hunt for the treasure. He kissed the inside of her thighs,
reveling in how soft her skin was there.

He felt her squirming,
trying to scoot away from him. He extended himself higher, until
she was forced to look at him. “Stop!” he ordered. She halted
immediately. “You will not hide from me,” he drove out. He waited
until she relaxed, her hands falling at her side. His heart melted
at the uncertainty in her eyes. He longed to reassure her of his
feelings towards her, but wasn’t quite sure how. He leaned down and
caressed her cheeks as he captured her lips, not stopping until
he’d kissed away every last one of her fears.

She smiled slowly as he
pulled away. She was breathtaking in the moment; her lips swollen
from his attack, her cheeks a healthy rose hue. And she was
his.

***

Lucy relaxed as Max
reassured her. He was so gentle with her, so concerned, despite his
own incessant need nearly rocking him. She knew he was struggling
not to just slam home in one lithe move. It was a testament to his
feelings for her; it assured her he cared about her.

Max smiled deviously,
winking as he made his ascent again. Lucy fought every bit of
insecurity rearing its nasty head; it took every last ounce of
strength not to try to hide from him.

Her sex was moist,
anticipation coursing through her. She closed her eyes, trying not
to think about what he must be thinking as he looked down there; it
was oddly reminiscent of the embarrassment of an annual with her
OB/GYN.

Suddenly, his arms snaked
below her thighs and captured her hips. He lifted her rear off the
ground and pulled her cunt straight to his mouth. His tongue darted
out, tasting her inner walls. She moaned as he slid up and teased
her clit, running around it, but never actually hitting home plate.
He continued his reverie, devouring her slowly, tasting every
centimeter of her most private area except where she was dying for
him to. He wound her so tight, both frustrating and exciting her.
She knew he was just building her climax, but she didn’t have the
patience.

“Will you just lick it
already?!” she burst out, too worked up to be embarrassed. Max
laughed and growled before he sucked her clit into his mouth and
flicked his tongue directly over her bud.

Lucy cried out his name as
she shook with the most intense orgasm of her life. Her nerve
endings split as she gasped and moaned, barely able to catch her
breath as a gush of warmth filled her sex. Max continued his direct
assault until the last shutter. He dipped his tongue inside her,
drinking up her juices.

“Oh God,” Lucy panted. “That
was…” She struggled to talk and catch her breath, let alone think.
“That was wow.”

“You haven’t even begun to
experience wow.” Something in the set of Max’s jaw sent a shiver
down her spine. Somehow, she knew he was telling her the
truth.

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Lucy coming was the most
beautiful sight he’d ever seen. It wrapped right around his wolf
heart and tugged. He wanted to see her in that sort of bliss as
often as he could for the rest of his life.

With one swift spring, he
landed on his feet. He bent down and swept her into his arms,
carrying her over to the bed. He refused to make love to her for
the first time on the floor, and he couldn’t hold out any longer.
At merely the sight of her coming, his balls tightened and gums
ached to bite her.

She captured his lips,
rolling her tongue along their inner edge. Damn she knew just how
to tease him. His fingers pinched and rolled her nipples while her
hands traveled over his body. He groaned when she gripped him,
rolling her thumb over the tip as she gently squeezed, sliding her
hand up and down. His muscles coiled as he fought every instinct he
had not to move.

Max leaned his head against
her forehead, his eyes closing as he drowned in the pleasurable
sensations she was delivering; their heavy breaths intermingled,
like soft music. His eyes flew open when she slid the tip of him
along her slit. The last of his rifled control broke. He growled,
gripping her wrists and throwing her arms above her head. With one
quick move he seated the length of him inside her. She cried out,
slapping a bit of reality at him.

“Did I hurt you?” Concern
wrinkled his brow. He couldn’t believe he lost control like that.
He never just slammed into a woman, even the two-bit whores who
begged him to.

She shook her head. He
waited until she moved beneath him before he took over
again.

Max struggled not to get
lost in her. She fit him so perfectly. He didn’t feel like he would
squish her; he didn’t feel like she would snap in half if his wolf
got a little rough. He felt like he could finally revel in who he
was and what he was with a woman for the first time.

Her hands still secure, he
captured her nipple between his teeth; he lightly bit down before
soothing it with his tongue. She whimpered, thrusting her hips to
meet his. He slid up to kiss her lips, growling when she bit his
lower lip, chasing his wounds with her tongue.

Max had always prided
himself on being in control; he always was, up until he met Lucy.
She took the reins right from him every day she flitted around
oblivious of his desire for her. She yanked them from him yet again
when she raked her nails along his back and kissed a trail to his
shoulder, where she nipped him.

It was the straw that broke
the camel’s back. He lost consciousness to his wolf.

***

The second Lucy bit Max’s
shoulders, something snapped within him. A look so utterly intense
it brought tears to her eyes passed between them. His movements
sped up; he built the tension within her quickly. His eyes never
left hers despite growing darker, nearly glowing, with each gasp,
each moan that escaped her. He was driving her higher and higher to
an invisible peak that felt so fragile.

His breath became ragged
when she wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to drive deeper.
He released her hands, one hand gripping her bulging hip while the
other weaved its fingers through the base of her head, pulling the
hair away from her neck.

She was so close to the
edge; the pleasure beyond what her conscious body could handle. Her
skin was alive, tingling beneath him. The way he gripped her, the
way he controlled her, excited her to her core. She’d never felt so
lubricated, so unhinged.

Her body began to tighten, a
knot forming low in her stomach. His brows creased with focus; he
was entirely focused on her every move, her every
whimper.

Their breathing was ragged.
She knew he was just as close as she was because his moves morphed
from deliberate to erratic.

“Damn Lucy you feel so
good,” he ground.

She could only gasp as he
sped up yet again, his thumb flying over her clit, sending her over
the edge and down the waterfall of unadulterated bliss.
Subconsciously she felt a sting of pain, but it was drowned by the
pleasure rolling through every limb. Her body shattered beneath the
intensity of it; her mind became putty. She’d never been so
completely overwhelmed, yet sated at the same time.

Chapter 11

Max was lost in Lucy as he
watched her come down off her high. Her face glowed, surrounded by
disheveled hair that made her all the more attractive in the
moment. Her lips were pursed as her eyelids fluttered. He smiled as
she stretched her limbs like a cat while catching her
breath.

His eyes zoned in on her
love bite. His cock was already hardening just looking at his bite
mark, the scar that would forever mark her as his. He smiled
knowing no other man could touch her now, and if they did, his
entire pack would hunt them down and tear them apart limb by
limb.

He rolled over and pulled
her to him. She had to be exhausted. Hell, if he wasn’t gloating so
much, he’d be tired too. The knowledge that she was finally his
sent the adrenaline pumping through him. She yawned, grinning up at
him like the Chestshire cat. She kissed his chest and shoulder,
before settling into his protective arms.

***

Lucy stretched as she slowly
awoke. Her body was sore, muscles aching in places she’d never felt
before. She rolled over and nearly jumped at the sight of Max
sleeping beside her, arm stretched out above her.

“Oh God. What the hell have
I done?”
she thought.

She quietly inched away from
him seeking the edge of the bed, pulling the blanket up as high as
it would go. Panic began to etch its way into her. She’d slept with
her boss, her incredibly sexy boss; her boss the
werewolf.

She looked around the room,
quickly spotting her dress. She frowned at the sight of her ruined
bra followed by mere scraps of her panties scattered around it. She
would have to brave the weather in just her dress and pray it
wasn’t windy and snowing. Thinking back, she didn’t even grab her
coat on her way out with Max. That certainly showed where her mind
had been, or perhaps hadn’t been.

Lucy was just about to slide
off the bed when an arm reached out and grabbed her. She was
startled, looking over to find Max wide awake; his dark eyes
studying her.

“Where do you think you’re
going?” he bit out.

“Uh, wow. Someone’s not a
morning person,” she chuckled nervously, heat touching her cheeks.
She glanced around the room, everywhere but at him, silently
cursing herself for ever following him up here last night. This was
definitely a mistake.

“Why are you trying to sneak
away?” His voice softened. He released her. Sitting up, the blanket
slid down his washboard abs, revealing a six pack that had Lucy’s
flush spreading as her mouth watered. Damn, she hated the way she
reacted to him, especially now when all she wanted to do was escape
his scrutiny.

Swallowing hard before she
took a breath, Lucy struggled to find the gumption to walk away.
Max was everything she’d dreamed of and more; satisfied her so much
better than her vibrator, Vinny, but they just wouldn’t work;
couldn’t work. “Um, listen Max. Last night was great. I’ll never
forget it, but I-“

“Don’t you dare say
it.”

Her brows shot up. “Say
what?”

“Don’t you dare brush me
off.” Lucy stared at him, unsure of what to do or how to respond.
All she kept thinking about was how to get away with her dignity
still intact.

***

When she didn’t move or
respond after a couple minutes, Max sighed, sinking back into the
pillows. Eyes focused on the ceiling, he did the only thing he knew
to do. “You can go if you want.” He wasn’t about to hold a woman
against her will. It was breaking him to do it, especially when the
bond was newly created, but it wasn’t as strong on humans and he
understood that. She affected him far more than he affected her. He
tried not to let that bruise his pride the same way it broke his
heart. Looked like he was right after all; she was
running.

Lucy slowly slid off the
bed, taking the comforter with her and quickly tucking it around
herself. Max closed his eyes, listening as she gathered her
clothes. His body stiffened at the click of the bathroom door.
Fists balling, he had to fight to keep himself pinned to the bed;
the urge to shift, to allow his wolf to take over, overwhelmed him.
He wouldn’t scare her into submission though; she wasn’t one of
them.

He strained his ears, aware
of the soft sobs she figured he couldn’t hear from behind the wall.
A few seconds later she dropped the blanket on the bed, folded
neatly, and scurried out. Anxiety flooded him at the sound of the
hotel door closing. She’d left him; he’d finally surrendered, but
was left with nothing.

Chapter 12

Lucy nearly ran to the
elevators, pounding the down arrow button in a frenzy. She was
uncomfortable and barely clothed; she felt naked and exposed as she
stood there, heels in her hand, slinky dress flapping in the wind.
Ok, so it was only the A/C vent, but still. Her heart was pounding
in her chest; her eyes were blurry from crying and she couldn’t
sniff a pile of dog poo even if she stepped in it.