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needed more. Thicker. Harder. She needed his cock and she needed it now. Yesterday.
    Teeth clenched, she grabbed hold of the back of his hair and pulled so he had to look at her. “Quit fucking about,” she ordered. “And get on with it.”

Chapter Four
     
    God, he loved a woman with spirit. Nick curled his lip back and snarled as he looked down at her. The sharp bite of her nails and the pull of his hair tested his control and he knew without looking that the amber of his wolf had leeched into his eyes. Didn’t matter, the darkness in hers said she liked it.
    Same with the snarl because she whimpered and bared her neck to him. Offering herself. The supplication of a female to her mate. Mate. He bent down to run his lips along her neck again. Even though all he wanted to do was part her legs and sink his cock into her at the same moment he drove his fangs into the fleshy part between her neck and shoulder, he held off. Mating was so not in the cards. Not for them.
    Shoving his fingers deep again, he curled them back and sought the soft spot buried deeply within her. A smile curved his lips when he found it, and her body jerked, and then rewarded him with another rush of liquid heat. Fuck, she was so responsive. Even now he could tell she wasn’t far off. The clench of her tight little cunt around his fingers was rhythmic and increasing in tempo. Her hips rocked in time to his thrusts and the sexy little sounds that spilled from her lips had his cock pulsing in protest at being trapped in his pants.
    “That’s it,” he encouraged, easing his way off the bed with his fingers still deep inside her. The view from between her spread thighs was breathtaking. Yielding to impulse, he twisted his wrist and leant forward to flick his tongue over the swollen bud of her clit.
    The effect was electric. Her scream echoed from the walls, her body clenching hard around his fingers as she came. A snarl erupted from his throat. He snatched his fingers free and replaced them with his tongue, stabbing it deep to collect the liquid rush of her release. Greedy growls echoed in his chest as her taste exploded in his mouth. Earthy and female, wild and primal. Utterly addictive.
    Her body shook with the after tremors but he didn’t stop. He used his tongue like a fine cello, drawing out the melody of her climax, then gentling her as the waves stopped. Then delicately, he started to draw responses from her again. Built the rhythm and symphony once more until she was gasping, the fingers of one hand buried in his hair while the other mangled the sheets.
    “Oh, fuck…yes. That’s it,” she moaned, the scent of a woman in the height of need teasing his nostrils once more. She was hot. Ready. “Nick… please.”
    He teased her more, flicking his tongue over her clit in rapid-fire movements. Contortionist wasn’t the word as he eased out of his shirt without lifting his mouth from her sweet pussy. Pants followed, his engorged cock slapping against his stomach. Moon alone knew how he managed his footwear but then he was naked, and released her clit with a little pop to crawl up her body.
    “The dress…” he managed, shoving her legs apart, a little rough in his need.
    “Don’t care,” she panted, her hair a golden halo around her head. Her cheeks were flushed with color. “Can’t stand it anyway. Rip it off.”
    Gods… yes . He didn’t need a second invitation. His claws burst free from the ends of his fingers and the sound of tearing cloth filled the air. The dress gave up without a fight, torn away and flung over his shoulder to reveal her gorgeous body beneath him. His breathing stuttered but he kept it together long enough to deal with her underwear in the same way, the scraps of satin and lace joining their companion on the floor a few seconds later.
    She was…perfection personified. His cock jerked at the sight of her breasts, larger than he’d expected on her small frame but perfectly formed and tipped with dusky nipples