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fingers pushing at her folds again,
making her need it. He touched her, rubbing her clit, then slipping a finger
inside her again. “Need you, lady.”
    “Yes.” She moaned, her instincts demanding that she move,
push into his touch. “We shouldn’t.”
    “Fuck that. Come on.” He tugged her with his free hand,
pulling her up so she was above his cock, his finger sliding out of her.
    She sank down, the movement easy, pure instinct and they
both barked out their pleasure.
    His hips rose and fell, his prick driving up into her. Brett
moaned, his other hand joining the first on her hips. Her hands landed on his
chest, fingers clenching in the heavy curls. “Yes.”
    Also more. And harder.
    “Fuck.” The single word made her squeeze down around him,
made her bounce. It was hot how he was sort of reduced to growls.
    She braced herself, lips parted as she moved. She could feel
every inch of his cock, rubbing against her walls, filling her up.
    “Kiss me, honey. Need to taste you again. Now.” He pulled
her down, which pushed him into her at a whole new angle.
    The wild cry tore from her and she smashed their lips
together. Oh God. Please. Right there. Don’t stop.
    He didn’t. In fact, she thought he might never stop. They
might just be caught in some sort of endless loop of pleasure. His hand cupped
her head and they rolled without breaking the kiss, his body covering hers
totally, his cock buried into her to the root. If he thought she was pushy, he
was downright dominant, but that was what Wendy needed right now. She needed
him to take her completely. Let her need. Make her come.
    Brett slammed into her, holding her down and giving her
every inch of him. He kissed her until she was dizzy, until all she could see
and feel and smell was him.
    She arched, grinding onto him, her clit aching with the
friction, his rhythm maddening and perfect all at once. His chest hair rasped
at her breasts, his hipbones ground into hers and she swore she could feel his
balls slapping against her.
    “Please.” She twisted, heels digging into the mattress.
“Please, Brett.”
    “Yeah.” He bent to her throat, his teeth scraping the skin
there.
    One huge hand cupped her hip, tilted her just so, and all
she could do was come, pleasure wild inside her.
    Brett growled, lips sealing on her skin so he could leave a
mark. He jerked inside her, thrusting hard, filling her deep with wet heat.
    Oh.
    She could feel electricity snapping and popping inside her,
her nervous system rejoicing. Wendy didn’t even mind Brett’s weight flopping
down on her.
    His head pushed against her shoulder and he inhaled deep,
growling for a long moment before he bit her, teeth sinking into her skin.
    “Hey!”
    He lifted his head, his eyes glowing a little. “What?”
    “No…no biting.” She shivered, her body starting to move again,
slide on him. She didn’t let males bite. She wasn’t going to wear anyone’s mark
again.
    Groaning, he nipped at her once more, far more gently this
time but still so deliberately. “I have to.”
    * * * * *
    As if he wasn’t going to bite her. She was his. Brett knew
that, deep down. Maybe as deep as he was buried in her, his cock not even
softening. Her flavor was on his lips, her scent was in his nose. His lady.
    He’d found her.
    Now he was going to keep her. God. He had to start moving
again. His hips started rocking and he stared down at her, memorizing her face.
    Her hair was wild, a gold mane circling her, and her lips
were open, wet and swollen. It was the wolf in her eyes that he saw, though,
glowing bronze, the rings around the irises a deep, dark green, the beast
completely taking over the pale blue.
    She was the most irritating, maddening, sexy woman he’d ever
seen. She was so wet, so soft inside, but she gripped him with her muscles,
strong and firm.
    He loved it.
    Her nails dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer.
    He pushed harder between her thighs, spreading them wide.
She was so strong. So