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her to do a cover-up.
Because he wasn’t done looking at her.
He stalked towards her. At last. “Make sure you know what you’re askin’ for.”
“This is my fantasy,” she argued. “I get to decide what happens.”
His hands fisted on his thighs. He was painfully aware of the thick erection punching up from his groin. Waiting was killing him. Every primal instinct he possessed urged him to take her and mark her so deep with his scent that the Pack had no more questions about who she belonged to. He’d be under her skin, in her blood. With every breath his Pack took, they’d know .
Lark Andrews belonged with him .
She eyed him. Hungrily. Hell, she was more wolf than he was in that moment. “Come. Closer.”
“Be sure, chère .”
He froze, ready to pounce.
~*~
“I’m sure.” Liquid warmth pooled in her belly and lower. She couldn’t be surer. She’d never had dreams like this, never felt so wickedly sexy. She’d come once already, but watching him move confidently towards the bed made her think once wouldn’t be enough.
She’d been so alone. The farm consumed every waking minute, and at night all she wanted to do was sleep. No time for a lover, even if she could have found a man willing to play second to Pink Cosmo Farm.
She wanted this, wanted Rafer.
She relished her sexy awareness of her nudity. Her body was already sure, tuned to the man whose slow glide ate up the empty space between them.
Rafer was fiercely beautiful, his face more than half savage. He wasn’t tame. He’d give orders and expect her to follow them.
Alpha to her bitch.
Just for tonight, that was a game she could play. Just for tonight, letting someone else take charge was a delicious treat. Tomorrow, she’d have the bank and the farm and a thousand other responsibilities to see to.
Tonight, Rafer wanted to take care of her.
She shoved to her feet. Earlier, he’d been all wolf. Dominant and sure. His hard hands positioning her for his pleasure. God, she’d never come so fast. She’d meet him halfway now, though. Wouldn’t wait passively for what he could give her.
She wanted to take him, every hot inch of him. Maybe she had a wolfish side, too.
He drew her back down onto the quilts, one arm pulling her into his body. The other arm captured her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. She was pinned. Dominated. But not trapped. Her hands curled into his powerful shoulders as he kissed her, his mouth covering over hers.
He stroked, his mouth and tongue devouring hers, as he pressed himself against her hip.
She reached for him, needing to wrap her fingers around his cock, but he moved first, capturing her hands above her head. Holding her still for him.
“Let me,” he growled.
One big hand cupped her breast. God, there was no forgetting that wicked, knowing touch. Gentler now, his knuckles brushing the tender curve still made her shiver as he stroked upwards. He found her nipple, and sensation shot through her, fiercer and more urgent.
He'd touched her before, but this was better. She could see his face, watch the fierce pleasure consuming him as he concentrated on her exposed skin, his mouth and fingers teasing her flesh. She turned her body into his, pressing herself skin to skin with the man holding her so carefully.
He lifted his head, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. “You know what it was like for me to watch?”
“Tell me,” she demanded. The hot spark of emotion in his eyes fed the hunger in her, made her feel impossibly sexy and beautiful. As if tonight she was the center of his universe.
“He touched you first,” he growled against her ear. “Dag did.”
She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All she knew was that she wanted more . More Rafer, more of his sensual brand of magic.
“Right here," he rasped. "And you liked it, chère .”
When he cupped her breast, pinching the hard pebble of her nipple, she arched into his touch, demanding that more . He was teasing her
Because he wasn’t done looking at her.
He stalked towards her. At last. “Make sure you know what you’re askin’ for.”
“This is my fantasy,” she argued. “I get to decide what happens.”
His hands fisted on his thighs. He was painfully aware of the thick erection punching up from his groin. Waiting was killing him. Every primal instinct he possessed urged him to take her and mark her so deep with his scent that the Pack had no more questions about who she belonged to. He’d be under her skin, in her blood. With every breath his Pack took, they’d know .
Lark Andrews belonged with him .
She eyed him. Hungrily. Hell, she was more wolf than he was in that moment. “Come. Closer.”
“Be sure, chère .”
He froze, ready to pounce.
~*~
“I’m sure.” Liquid warmth pooled in her belly and lower. She couldn’t be surer. She’d never had dreams like this, never felt so wickedly sexy. She’d come once already, but watching him move confidently towards the bed made her think once wouldn’t be enough.
She’d been so alone. The farm consumed every waking minute, and at night all she wanted to do was sleep. No time for a lover, even if she could have found a man willing to play second to Pink Cosmo Farm.
She wanted this, wanted Rafer.
She relished her sexy awareness of her nudity. Her body was already sure, tuned to the man whose slow glide ate up the empty space between them.
Rafer was fiercely beautiful, his face more than half savage. He wasn’t tame. He’d give orders and expect her to follow them.
Alpha to her bitch.
Just for tonight, that was a game she could play. Just for tonight, letting someone else take charge was a delicious treat. Tomorrow, she’d have the bank and the farm and a thousand other responsibilities to see to.
Tonight, Rafer wanted to take care of her.
She shoved to her feet. Earlier, he’d been all wolf. Dominant and sure. His hard hands positioning her for his pleasure. God, she’d never come so fast. She’d meet him halfway now, though. Wouldn’t wait passively for what he could give her.
She wanted to take him, every hot inch of him. Maybe she had a wolfish side, too.
He drew her back down onto the quilts, one arm pulling her into his body. The other arm captured her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. She was pinned. Dominated. But not trapped. Her hands curled into his powerful shoulders as he kissed her, his mouth covering over hers.
He stroked, his mouth and tongue devouring hers, as he pressed himself against her hip.
She reached for him, needing to wrap her fingers around his cock, but he moved first, capturing her hands above her head. Holding her still for him.
“Let me,” he growled.
One big hand cupped her breast. God, there was no forgetting that wicked, knowing touch. Gentler now, his knuckles brushing the tender curve still made her shiver as he stroked upwards. He found her nipple, and sensation shot through her, fiercer and more urgent.
He'd touched her before, but this was better. She could see his face, watch the fierce pleasure consuming him as he concentrated on her exposed skin, his mouth and fingers teasing her flesh. She turned her body into his, pressing herself skin to skin with the man holding her so carefully.
He lifted his head, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. “You know what it was like for me to watch?”
“Tell me,” she demanded. The hot spark of emotion in his eyes fed the hunger in her, made her feel impossibly sexy and beautiful. As if tonight she was the center of his universe.
“He touched you first,” he growled against her ear. “Dag did.”
She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All she knew was that she wanted more . More Rafer, more of his sensual brand of magic.
“Right here," he rasped. "And you liked it, chère .”
When he cupped her breast, pinching the hard pebble of her nipple, she arched into his touch, demanding that more . He was teasing her
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