her knees back against
her chest, he gripped his cock and positioned it at her entrance.
“Don’t you want me to answer your question?” he breathed as he
tortured both of them, barely rubbing himself against her tiny
opening.
“What?” she muttered, clearly having lost
track of their conversation.
She hissed in a breath when he moved to the
side and penetrated her with a long, callused finger. Then two.
When he added a third, her hips jerked, and she frantically tried
to bump and grind her way to release. With a chuckle, he withdrew
his fingers and pushed his cock into her core.
“Never, ever, send a toy to do a man’s job,”
he gasped out before burying himself inside her to the hilt.
She was still laughing when he pounded her
over the edge, throwing her into an orgasm that had her muscles
clenching and her arms embracing him and her mouth kissing him to
his own release.
“I’m so happy,” she said eons later.
“Me, too, baby. And I’m going to spend the
rest of my life making sure you’re even happier.”
“I just don’t see how that’s possible.”
He stirred inside her. “Them’s fighting
words.”
With a purr, she wiggled under him. “Oh
yeah? Well how about these words? You promised it was my turn to
order you around. You did say you’d do whatever I wanted,
right?”
“Anything and everything, baby. For the rest
of our lives. Starting now.”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ava Meyers is a former criminal prosecutor
who enjoys exploring the light and dark sides of humanity.
Her erotica novels are steamy but also infused with that most
essential element of life — love.
You can find more about
Ava Meyers at www.avameyers.com .
Ava also writes paranormal romantic suspense
and romantic suspense under the name Virna DePaul.
www.virnadepaul.com
EXCERPT
Please read an excerpt of Virna
DePaul’s upcoming paranormal romantic suspense novel Chosen
By Blood (Book 1 in the Para-Ops Novels) (Berkley Publishing -
May 2011 - available for pre-order now at Amazon.com):
A firm knock interrupted them. Muscles pumped as if
for battle, Knox slowly stood. He didn’t turn, not even when Mahone
called for his visitor to come in.
“I came as soon as I—”
It didn’t matter that he was in Mahone’s office,
that Mahone was watching him, or that he and Mahone had just been
discussing something as important as his clan.
He hadn’t been in the same room with her in years,
but his body’s reaction to her presence was the same as it always
was: instantaneous.
Her scent hit him like a sledgehammer and was
followed by a wave of longing so intense it almost felled him. His
skin prickled and his fangs ached as he fought to keep them
sheathed. He couldn’t stop the hardening of his dick, however, or
the urge he had to grab her and transport her to the Dome. To his
bed. To someplace where duty and time dissolved, and he could just
be with her.
She didn’t gasp or take a breath. Her words simply
stopped. Something rare crystallized inside him.
Had she gotten over him? Had she found someone
else?
Another emotion—pure, undiluted rage—filled him at
the thought of her with another. It made everything else, every
other emotion he’d ever felt, seem innocuous. Made him want to rip
off his clothes—the luxurious symbols of civility that he normally
loved—and make her see him as he truly was—primal, lethal, and
fucking ready to prove to her that she was his, once and for
all.
Instead, he took a deep breath and willed himself to
calm. He opened his mind. Just a hair. Just enough to sense the
desire buried beneath her resolve. Enough to dismiss that foreign
emotion of fear and tamp down his rage.
When he was assured of his control, Knox slowly
turned and faced the human female he’d wanted to bite from the
moment he’d seen her. She was dressed conservatively in a white
oxford shirt and navy blue pants, her auburn hair pulled back into
a tight ponytail. Taller than most females, she
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