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when she wanted him now.
“Maybe,” she admitted breathlessly.
“You made all those sexy noises,” he said. “You liked what Dag did to you just fine.”
He made her remember and that was good, but building new memories would be even better. She’d enjoy every single, heated moment of this night. “Sure did,” she breathed.
“You’re goin’ to like it more when I touch you.” His leg parted hers, coarse hair brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Let’s see how much we can make you like it.”
“Rafer,” she pleaded, biting back the moan that threatened to slip from her throat. She was going to come all over his fingers, when waiting would be sweeter, the pleasure better with him inside her.
His finger slid down her soaked folds. Parting her for his touch. “You’re wet, chère .” His husky drawl had her creaming more. “Is this for me—or for Dag?”
Oh, God. His game got her going and he knew it. What would he do if she said his brother’s name? She wanted to find out, but there was no hiding how close she was to coming. She was done playing, lost in her enjoyment of his touch. The raw sound of wetness filled the air, her breath sawing in and out of her in pants that mirrored the hard pulse beating in her pussy. She pushed up against him, demanding more.
“Yes,” he growled. “You tell me how much you like this.”
“Too much,” she cried. “I’m coming, Rafer.”
“You already came for him. You don’ need to come again.” The stern warning in his voice made her wetter.
She fought to see his face, to watch his eyes, but her own were drifting shut. He tucked a finger inside her, and her pussy clenched in welcome. He’d been there, too, before.
“Try and stop me,” she growled back at him.
That finger moved deeper, finding a spot and rubbing. Bright sparks exploded behind her closed eyes, a fiery maelstrom of pleasure engulfing her. When he slipped his finger free, she couldn’t hold back her cry of frustration.
“Ask me,” he demanded. “Ask me to let you come, Lark.”
“Yes,” she said, raising herself up to meet him. Shamelessly, she pressed herself against his hard length. She wasn’t usually this needy, wasn’t this demanding with a lover, but he awoke a wild side she hadn’t known she possessed. “Yes, let me come now.”
His hand returned, and she bit back a groan. She’d never done this, never let a man touch her until she was all raw, needy ache. The sensations overwhelmed her.
“Both of you,” she whispered, the husky admission a plea for more. “You both felt so damned good.”
Dag had touched her there too, but Rafer had taken her virgin ass instead, one wicked, forbidden finger exploring hidden depths. Remembered heat burned through her.
“I’m goin’ to have you here, too.” His finger traced the channel between her rear cheeks, dipping deeper, teasing her senses with that delicious burn as his finger stretched her a second time.
“Rafer—” She froze.
“You liked that.”
She had. She did. When his finger slid free, she wanted more.
“This is my turn.” His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place. “I’m goin’ to take good care of you tonight, Lark.” Sensual promise filled his voice as he stared at her, all shadows and darkness, a large shape covering over her.
“I don’t need taking care of,” she protested weakly. Fantasies ran riot through her head. She didn’t need this—the question was, did she want it?
“Yes,” he said hoarsely. “Yes, you do, chère . You fantasized about this.”
“The dreams—” Had those dreams been something more than merely fantasies? A harbinger of future pleasures?
“We’ve been dreamin’ of you, too,” he vowed. “That moon up there tonight? That’s our once-in-a-blue-moon chance. My kind, we can only hunt for our mates when that blue moon rises. Then she leads us right to you. And so you’re not worryin’ too
“Maybe,” she admitted breathlessly.
“You made all those sexy noises,” he said. “You liked what Dag did to you just fine.”
He made her remember and that was good, but building new memories would be even better. She’d enjoy every single, heated moment of this night. “Sure did,” she breathed.
“You’re goin’ to like it more when I touch you.” His leg parted hers, coarse hair brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Let’s see how much we can make you like it.”
“Rafer,” she pleaded, biting back the moan that threatened to slip from her throat. She was going to come all over his fingers, when waiting would be sweeter, the pleasure better with him inside her.
His finger slid down her soaked folds. Parting her for his touch. “You’re wet, chère .” His husky drawl had her creaming more. “Is this for me—or for Dag?”
Oh, God. His game got her going and he knew it. What would he do if she said his brother’s name? She wanted to find out, but there was no hiding how close she was to coming. She was done playing, lost in her enjoyment of his touch. The raw sound of wetness filled the air, her breath sawing in and out of her in pants that mirrored the hard pulse beating in her pussy. She pushed up against him, demanding more.
“Yes,” he growled. “You tell me how much you like this.”
“Too much,” she cried. “I’m coming, Rafer.”
“You already came for him. You don’ need to come again.” The stern warning in his voice made her wetter.
She fought to see his face, to watch his eyes, but her own were drifting shut. He tucked a finger inside her, and her pussy clenched in welcome. He’d been there, too, before.
“Try and stop me,” she growled back at him.
That finger moved deeper, finding a spot and rubbing. Bright sparks exploded behind her closed eyes, a fiery maelstrom of pleasure engulfing her. When he slipped his finger free, she couldn’t hold back her cry of frustration.
“Ask me,” he demanded. “Ask me to let you come, Lark.”
“Yes,” she said, raising herself up to meet him. Shamelessly, she pressed herself against his hard length. She wasn’t usually this needy, wasn’t this demanding with a lover, but he awoke a wild side she hadn’t known she possessed. “Yes, let me come now.”
His hand returned, and she bit back a groan. She’d never done this, never let a man touch her until she was all raw, needy ache. The sensations overwhelmed her.
“Both of you,” she whispered, the husky admission a plea for more. “You both felt so damned good.”
Dag had touched her there too, but Rafer had taken her virgin ass instead, one wicked, forbidden finger exploring hidden depths. Remembered heat burned through her.
“I’m goin’ to have you here, too.” His finger traced the channel between her rear cheeks, dipping deeper, teasing her senses with that delicious burn as his finger stretched her a second time.
“Rafer—” She froze.
“You liked that.”
She had. She did. When his finger slid free, she wanted more.
“This is my turn.” His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place. “I’m goin’ to take good care of you tonight, Lark.” Sensual promise filled his voice as he stared at her, all shadows and darkness, a large shape covering over her.
“I don’t need taking care of,” she protested weakly. Fantasies ran riot through her head. She didn’t need this—the question was, did she want it?
“Yes,” he said hoarsely. “Yes, you do, chère . You fantasized about this.”
“The dreams—” Had those dreams been something more than merely fantasies? A harbinger of future pleasures?
“We’ve been dreamin’ of you, too,” he vowed. “That moon up there tonight? That’s our once-in-a-blue-moon chance. My kind, we can only hunt for our mates when that blue moon rises. Then she leads us right to you. And so you’re not worryin’ too
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