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Authors: Sylvia Frost
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there a light switch around here?”
“There is a light switch.”
However, Rex didn’t walk across the hardwood floors to the other side of the room to turn it on. He liked the look of her in the dark, how the light half silhouetted her body, emphasizing her curves as she rotated, taking in the room. Power surged through his blood, making his tongue feel heavy in his mouth. She was so painfully human. So easy to snare.
Cynthia finished her circle, facing him again, although in the half light, he knew that all she could see of him were his eyes, if that. He, on the other hand, could watch her throat bob as she swallowed back what Rex was guessed was unease.
Gods, was his wolf that obvious?
“You don’t have to do this, you know?”
“Do what?”
“This whole wine-and-small-talk song and dance.” She made a derisive gesture, as if their chemistry could be put in some compartment with just a wave of her hand.
Before he even realized it himself, Rex cut the distance between them from feet to inches, and finally centimeters, until his body was brushing against hers. “You’re right.”
“I…”
His wolf howled for joy. Take her. Rip off that damn mask.
“I don’t have to.” Leaving her mask, he tucked one of the wisps of blonde hair that had again escaped her up-do behind her ear and kissed her cheek. “But I will. I’m going to take my time with you.” After his lips left, he lingered by her ear. “Because when I fuck you… and I will fuck you tonight, Princess… I’ll do it right.”
I’ll do it as myself.
Cynthia took in a sharp breath of surprise, swaying suddenly as her knee buckled. Her mark. His own felt like it was burning his sock to cinders, and he knew what to expect. She must’ve been caught unawares, and as a result, she tipped forward into his arms.
Suddenly, all of her curves were plastered against him. Soft, real, and his for the taking. A human man might’ve struggled holding up her weight, but to him, it was easy to control her body. She was nothing compared to the force of the wolf inside of him. She didn’t struggle either, but let him enfold her into the hard muscle lurking underneath his tuxedo.
His human side was glad for her compliance. He was more than a little dominant in bed, and he had worried that Cynthia might not be receptive, but the submissive tilt to her neck hinted she was only a few caresses away from begging.
He ran his palm down the column of her neck.
A low moan hummed in her throat, vibrating against his skin. Her orange scent spurred him on and, at the same time, cleansed him of his wolf and clarified his thoughts. Delicately, he lowered his lips to her throat, ready to tease her with a chaste kiss, and then swoop them back out to the terrace where they’d drink Burgundy until she gave in, revealed her name, and agreed to a second date. Then he’d hint at the fact they’d met before, carry her off to his bed, and claim her. Eventually, perhaps after the third date, he’d tell her the truth about the bond and his werebeast nature, and then they’d marry on the fifth.
That was his plan.
But the moment his lips touched her skin, his whole plan went to demons. Sweat still lingered on her body from the heat of the ballroom, and in it all he could taste were her pheromones. His cock was rock hard in his luxuriously silken boxers.
Mine.
He nipped at her neck. Not a kiss. Not a caress. There was nothing human or in control about it.
“Ah!” Cynthia’s knees completely gave out from under her. “Rex. Please, stop.”
When Rex drew back, his wolf was satisfied to note the blossoming bruise already forming. But Rex felt only a numb horror. Gods, what have I done?
He staggered backwards, mouth opening and closing, not knowing the words to apologize. He had promised her. He had promised he wouldn’t hurt her. And look . He ran his fingers through his sandy hair, trying to calm the rising tide of panic, but he only succeeded in loosening the dark
“There is a light switch.”
However, Rex didn’t walk across the hardwood floors to the other side of the room to turn it on. He liked the look of her in the dark, how the light half silhouetted her body, emphasizing her curves as she rotated, taking in the room. Power surged through his blood, making his tongue feel heavy in his mouth. She was so painfully human. So easy to snare.
Cynthia finished her circle, facing him again, although in the half light, he knew that all she could see of him were his eyes, if that. He, on the other hand, could watch her throat bob as she swallowed back what Rex was guessed was unease.
Gods, was his wolf that obvious?
“You don’t have to do this, you know?”
“Do what?”
“This whole wine-and-small-talk song and dance.” She made a derisive gesture, as if their chemistry could be put in some compartment with just a wave of her hand.
Before he even realized it himself, Rex cut the distance between them from feet to inches, and finally centimeters, until his body was brushing against hers. “You’re right.”
“I…”
His wolf howled for joy. Take her. Rip off that damn mask.
“I don’t have to.” Leaving her mask, he tucked one of the wisps of blonde hair that had again escaped her up-do behind her ear and kissed her cheek. “But I will. I’m going to take my time with you.” After his lips left, he lingered by her ear. “Because when I fuck you… and I will fuck you tonight, Princess… I’ll do it right.”
I’ll do it as myself.
Cynthia took in a sharp breath of surprise, swaying suddenly as her knee buckled. Her mark. His own felt like it was burning his sock to cinders, and he knew what to expect. She must’ve been caught unawares, and as a result, she tipped forward into his arms.
Suddenly, all of her curves were plastered against him. Soft, real, and his for the taking. A human man might’ve struggled holding up her weight, but to him, it was easy to control her body. She was nothing compared to the force of the wolf inside of him. She didn’t struggle either, but let him enfold her into the hard muscle lurking underneath his tuxedo.
His human side was glad for her compliance. He was more than a little dominant in bed, and he had worried that Cynthia might not be receptive, but the submissive tilt to her neck hinted she was only a few caresses away from begging.
He ran his palm down the column of her neck.
A low moan hummed in her throat, vibrating against his skin. Her orange scent spurred him on and, at the same time, cleansed him of his wolf and clarified his thoughts. Delicately, he lowered his lips to her throat, ready to tease her with a chaste kiss, and then swoop them back out to the terrace where they’d drink Burgundy until she gave in, revealed her name, and agreed to a second date. Then he’d hint at the fact they’d met before, carry her off to his bed, and claim her. Eventually, perhaps after the third date, he’d tell her the truth about the bond and his werebeast nature, and then they’d marry on the fifth.
That was his plan.
But the moment his lips touched her skin, his whole plan went to demons. Sweat still lingered on her body from the heat of the ballroom, and in it all he could taste were her pheromones. His cock was rock hard in his luxuriously silken boxers.
Mine.
He nipped at her neck. Not a kiss. Not a caress. There was nothing human or in control about it.
“Ah!” Cynthia’s knees completely gave out from under her. “Rex. Please, stop.”
When Rex drew back, his wolf was satisfied to note the blossoming bruise already forming. But Rex felt only a numb horror. Gods, what have I done?
He staggered backwards, mouth opening and closing, not knowing the words to apologize. He had promised her. He had promised he wouldn’t hurt her. And look . He ran his fingers through his sandy hair, trying to calm the rising tide of panic, but he only succeeded in loosening the dark
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