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Sara let out a surprisingly girlish squeal, landing on her side, her ass hitting the back cushions. To Sara’s further astonishment she wasn’t hurt, mostly stunned. When she opened her eyes, which she slammed shut as soon as she took flight, Zach was walking calmly toward her.

“Honestly. The things I have to do to keep you from killing anybody.” And there went the towel. The only thing between her and his mammoth cock.

She scrambled up onto all fours and tried to go over the armrest, but he grabbed her arm and swung her around to face him.

“Oh, no you don’t, beautiful.”

“Don’t even think about it—aye!” He’d snatched her off the couch and wrapped her legs low around his waist, his hands under her ass and his lips on her throat. He pushed his hard erection against her leg and it all felt so freakin’ good.

“Don’t,” she begged. “I can’t think when your hands are on me.”

“Good. Then we’re even.”

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She started at that. Could she actually have the same effect on him that he had on her? She didn’t want to believe it. Instead she wanted to hate him. Hate him for breaking through armor she’d spent her whole life building around herself so she could be safe.

He pulled at her jersey and she grabbed his hand. “Hey! There will be no yanking or tearing of the Cowboys. Ever.” First he looked surprised. Then he looked amused. “You better get it off then…or it’s shredded.”

Sara swallowed as she realized that as “amused” as he may look, he was as serious as a heart attack. At least she convinced herself that taking off her shirt would protect her Cowboys and not because she wanted his hand and mouth on her tits.

She leaned back and pulled the jersey over her head, dropping it to the floor.

“Now the pants.” He placed her back on the couch so she stood over him, his hand still possessively on her hip.

“I—” was all she got out, but he tugged at her favorite comfy pants with an expression that said “either you take them off or I take them off”.

“Okay. Okay. Christ, I’m runnin’ out of clothes.” She untied the drawstring and let the pants fall at her feet. She heard a definite change in his breathing as he stared at her body, his hand running over her flesh. Sara looked at the ceiling, completely uncomfortable with anyone staring at her naked. So many scars. So many flaws. No, no, he needed to look at something else right now. Right this minute!

“You going to look at me?” he asked softly.

“Nope.”

He kissed her stomach. “You sure?”

She cleared her throat. “Yup.”

“Okay. If that’s what you want.” His finger slipped inside her pussy.

Sara let out a surprised gasp as his thumb caressed her clit, while his forefinger slowly stroked in and out of her. She wanted to ignore him.

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Wanted to keep looking at the ceiling and pretending he wasn’t giving her a hand job right in the middle of her living room. But when his middle finger joined the other inside her and his thumb made lazy circles around her clit, she couldn’t pretend anymore. Her hands gripped his shoulders and her eyes locked with his.

Zach smiled at her. That sweet smile she had so grown to love. “Tell me what you want, Sara.”

What she wanted? She closed her eyes. How was she supposed to know that? Five minutes ago, she wanted nothing more than to kill somebody. Now, at this very moment, she could care less. She didn’t know what she wanted.

“I don’t know.”

“Liar.” He licked a line across her belly. “Tell me what you want, Sara.”

Warmth spread from her groin and up her back, blazing heat building. She held onto his shoulders, the only thing keeping her standing.

“You, Zach.” She opened her eyes and looked down at him. “I want you.”

Was that surprise on his handsome face? She wasn’t sure. But a second later it disappeared, replaced by the hungry look of a predator.

He kept working her clit, while his other two fingers slowly fucked her.

She dug her own fingers into his shoulders as the first spasm tore through her. Sara gasped and let out a moan as she came.

Zach felt her orgasm when her tight pussy practically snapped his fingers in two during the first spasm. It was watching her beautiful face, though, that made it all worth it. Her eyes closed, her bottom lip gripped by one of her incisors. Add in that fucking amazing growling sound she made when she came and he was in wolf heaven.

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She spasmed again and then her knees gave out. He made sure she dropped onto the couch as opposed to the floor. Her breath coming out in ragged gasps and her fingers still gripping his shoulders. He laid his hand gently on her mound until the spasms eased down.

Finally she loosened her grip on him. But, to his surprise, she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her forehead against his chest and holy shit, but did that feel good—and right. “When, exactly,” she mumbled into his chest, “did I become such a fucking whore?” Now Zach was completely confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Me. I’m a whore.”

Zach wasn’t sure if she wanted him to start calling her that during sex or if she was serious. Instead of potentially sending her spiraling into depression, he decided to go with her possibly being serious.

“Do you do this sort of thing with everybody in town?”

“No!” She glared up at him, completely insulted.

“Then you’re not a whore. Psychotic? Absolutely. Whore? No. Now…” He brushed against her smooth, tight body as he stretched out on the couch, his erection standing at full attention, as the damn thing always seemed to do in her presence. “I think you’ve got some unfinished business here.”

She frowned in confusion, so he motioned to his cock. “Hello? You didn’t finish the job last night.”

She smirked, her arms crossing in front of her gorgeous chest. “If I remember correctly, you practically ripped the hair out of my head getting me off it.”

“I called rain check.”

Sara exploded into laughter. She had the sweetest laugh and, unlike the entire Pack, actually found him funny. “You are so full of shit!”

“No. Really. I said,” he covered his mouth with one hand, still smelling her scent on it, “rain check.”

“That’s funny, ‘cause I thought I heard ‘flip over’.”

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“I was
thinking
rain check?” he asked hopefully.

“Pathetic.” She ran one long finger up the entire length of his shaft.

“At least not all of you is as pathetic.” Dragging her finger along the tip, she cleaned off the pre-come. He watched her slip that finger into her mouth and suck it clean. He clenched his jaw tight as she leaned into him, her naked body pressing against his. She swept her tongue around and across his nipple, placed her mouth against it and softly sucked.

Zach felt the tension from the past day slip away as her tongue led a brutal trail down his chest and across his abs, stopping briefly to lick his recent wound. Reaching out with both hands, he gently touched her black hair, marveling at how beautiful it was. How beautiful she was.

When his dick slipped into her mouth and that evil tongue of hers swirled around the tip, he forgot about everything but her. The Pack. The Pride. The war. He forgot all of it as he became lost to the scent of her body, the feel of her mouth on him, the way the silky strands of her hair felt on his naked flesh. He wanted this to last forever, but his body couldn’t hold out that long. Not when he looked down and saw his dick being sucked by the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. The woman he loved.

Zach, his body screaming toward orgasm, grabbed Sara’s head in both hands and roughly fucked her mouth. She didn’t get mad. She laughed, her lips smiling around his dick and her hands gripping his thighs until his come flooded her mouth, and he let out a roar that shook the couch.

As the last spasm rippled through him, Zach laid back and tried to remember his name. Sara moved back up his body, kissing him as she went along. He felt her tongue slide across his neck and over his jaw.

Then her lips were on his and he gripped her to him. He tasted himself when she sucked on his tongue and he immediately got hard again.

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She pulled away from his kiss and looked down at his dick nudging at her sex. “Hold it!” Suddenly Zach was staring at her crotch as she bent over him to grab at her backpack. And since he was there anyway…

“Hey!” That after his tongue darted out and swiped her clit. “Cut that out.” But she didn’t sound half-convincing. She lowered herself to his lap and handed him the box of condoms.

He looked at it and smiled. “You do know you just licked my very recently opened wound?”

“So? Oh God, what’s wrong with you? Mange?”

“There’s nothing a therapist couldn’t cure.” She nodded knowingly. “You could use a good therapist.”

“I was talking about you.”

Sara whipped that middle finger out like she might fast-draw a gun.

“Besides, it’s not disease I’m worried about.” She leaned close to him, her face filled with the most serious expression he’d ever seen from her. “The fact is, I don’t want children. Ever. And when I’m thirty, I’m gettin’ fixed.” Zach frowned and leaned back. Could he have heard her correctly?

She didn’t want children? Ever? She didn’t pine to be a mother? To know the joy of childbirth? Blah, blah, blah?

He grabbed her tight by the shoulders and stared straight at her. “My God, woman, I’ve been waiting for you all my
life
!” Startled by his shout, Sara reared back and fell off the couch.

“Shit, are you okay?” Zach looked down at her as she raised herself up on her elbows.

“What the fuck was that?”

“That…” he quickly slipped the condom on and was off the couch and between her legs, “…was utter fucking joy. That’s what
that
was.” He kissed her neck, her breasts, sucked on her earlobes.

Sara laughed at his loving onslaught. “You’re insane.” Zach grabbed her waist and yanked her down while he thrust forward. His dick slammed into her and Sara stopped speaking. He was

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going to fuck the hell out of her and he just wanted her to enjoy it. He didn’t want her to think about another goddamn thing while he was inside her.

Zach pulled back and slammed into her again. He marveled at how wet and tight she was. How sweet she smelled. And he loved that she wasn’t into “nice”. Because he had no real idea how “nice” worked. He equated “nice” to “boring” and neither of them were boring in his book.

Sara’s bit into the lower part of his neck where his throat and collarbone met, her hands ripping ribbons of skin from his back. But he didn’t mind. He barely felt it. Besides, every time she bit into him or tore flesh from him, she marked him as her own. Forever. Whether she meant to or not.

When her hands dug into his ass and she bit down into his shoulder—canines pushing through to ensure he couldn’t get away—he buried himself inside her, pumping into her hot, wet pussy. The sounds of her moans and growls filled his senses, making him love her more and more. When he clamped his canines onto the side of her breast, her pussy clenched his cock into a vise-like grip as the first orgasm hit her.

He could have come then. Could have let her go, but he wasn’t about to. He wasn’t nearly done with her.

Sara knew she had to be causing him some serious pain. He bled from several spots on his neck, and under her fingernails she had flesh once belonging to his back. But every time her canines extended and tasted his flesh and blood, he slammed into her harder. She was turning him on, and everything about him made her wetter, hotter. Every time he said her name in her ear or against her flesh, she clenched, taking him deeper inside her.

When she came, she thought he’d come too and they’d lay around and do that “afterglow” thing Angie always talked about. But he didn’t come. Instead he kept going. Kept slamming into her with the same level

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of ferociousness she’d come to expect—hell, demand—of him. And when his hand slid across the old wound on her thigh, Sara gasped, her entire body tightening.

Zach stopped. “God, did I hurt you?”

“No.” She shook her head and stared at him. She couldn’t tell him, couldn’t give him that much power. That sort of thing could make a girl like her into some guy’s love slave. Unfortunately, Zach read her like a book. He glanced down at her leg, his hand hovering right above it. With the lightest of touches, he ran his finger across the damaged flesh, and Sara grabbed his hand, her entire body jerking in response.

She couldn’t explain it, but her old wound had somehow become a giant G-spot on her leg. Those fucking cats had somehow given Zacharias Sheridan the keys to the kingdom—namely her—and now Zach knew it. She received no comfort from the evil grin he gave her.

And when he pinned her hands above her head with one hand, she knew she was in serious trouble. Using his free hand, he slowly moved across her thigh, moved along the ridges left by those who’d tried to kill her as well as the paw marks he’d made a few days before. Sara’s body arched in response, her pussy flooded.

Zach watched her face and she couldn’t hide the pleasure he gave her. Not with her thighs clamping tight around his waist, ready to snap the man in half—the sensations almost too much to bear. She tried to pull her arms out of his iron grip, though she couldn’t guarantee once her hands were free whether she’d knock him off her or simply rip more flesh from his back.

He began to fuck her again, his hand relentlessly moving across her old wound. Trapped while he basically forced unbearable pleasure onto her. She’d kill him if it hadn’t been the best fuck of her life.

It didn’t take long for Sara to come again, and good thing the bastard had control over her hands. She came so hard she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t have torn his throat out or ripped his cock off. Instead she

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buried her teeth under his chin and bit down. His body jerked in response and then he was coming, right behind her, slamming his cock into her, his hand gripping the flesh of her thigh.