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gripped
his erection, he shuddered. He grasped her ass, lifting her slightly, and she
moaned her pleasure when his fingers found her swollen heat.
    “Fuck,” he groaned, burying his face against her breasts.
“You’re so goddamn wet. Still so ready.”
    She straddled him, and in a brisk downward motion seated his
cock deep inside her drenched pussy. The lubricated heat of her sex gripped him
tight, driving him to the brink of release. He dug his nails into his own
thighs—cutting into his skin—to leash his control.
    When she began pistoning her hips against him, he growled,
“Anna, stop!”
    She froze in place. “Am I doing something wrong?”
    Her incredulous expression made him chuckle. “No, just the
opposite. You’re going to make me come before I’m ready.”
    Anna pursed her lips, a devilish smile tickling the edges.
“Tough shit, Sally.” She rocked her hips forward and made a soft “ah” sound,
all the while holding his gaze.   “Who’s a
big, bad wolf?” Humor danced in her eyes.
    A flush of heat rushed through Conor. If she kept it up he’d
come too quick. Anna might not know it, but she was challenging him. He slid
his hands up her back, tracing the curve of her spine, until his fingers laced
into her thick, honey-colored hair. Fisting a handful, he yanked her head back
with a gentle but firm tug.
    Challenge accepted.
    He placed his teeth against the apex of her throat and
chuffed—the measure enough to make Anna stop moving. Slowly, he scraped his
claws against her scalp. She wanted to see a big, bad wolf. He would fucking
give her a big, bad wolf. He nibbled at her throat, savoring her racing pulse
as it danced on his tongue.
    “Conor?” Hesitancy had replaced her mirth.
    Anna’s strength, her inner-power drew Conor, but the slight
tremor in her voice made him want to fuck her until she cried out for
mercy—until she begged him to do it again.
    “You don’t know what you do to me, Anna Davis.” He yanked
her tight against his chest and felt the first shift of his muscles and bone
moving beneath his skin. He nuzzled the space between her collarbone and neck.
His tongue slipped past his growing fangs to taste the beads of sweat pooling
on her skin. “How you test my control.”
    “Oh God,” she moaned. “I can feel you getting bigger inside
me. How is that possible?” She leaned back, breaking the skin to skin
connection with his chest, and stared at Conor. “You’re… You...” Her eyes
titled down his chest and back up to his face.
    Conor knew what he must look like to Anna in his
anthropomorphic form. Not quite man—not quite wolf—all monster. The shift was
necessary for the change to take place. His chest rumbled at her scrutiny.
“Afraid I’m going to eat you?”
    “Yes. No,” she panted. “I’ve never seen you like this.”
    His forearms lengthened as he easily lifted her, moving them
both until he was on his knees. In a swift motion, he had her shoulders to the
ground, her body displayed for him--the warm grip of her pussy held him
captive. Her heaving breaths made her clamp around his length. With his cock,
painfully hard, buried so deep in her sweet, tight pussy, he knew he could
never go back to the loneliness that had consumed him before this moment.
    It had been one thing to fantasize about the amazing
creature in his arms, but actually having her, tasting her, loving her… The
fantasies were a pale comparison to the reality. Conor would rather die than go
back to that existence. He leaned over, his body longer, broader with his
vertebrae stretched up and out, and scraped her breast with his teeth.
    “Oh God,” she whispered—her gaze searching his face.
    “I’m going to take you, Anna. I’m going to take you and
claim you and make you mine. Mine.”
    She arched, her hands wrapping around his head to hold him
close to her breast, and moaned in response. “Yes.”
    Conor slowly withdrew his cock until just the tip remained
seated in her. He sucked her