me and everyone around me.” She poked him in the chest, startling him with her aggression. Take that Ned, Uncle Harry, Aunt Lynn and Ty. “I’m going home. Gabby and Meghan are coming with me. And if you so much as look at my family the wrong way, I’ll cut you off at the knees.”
The animal desire to defend herself came out of nowhere. A lifetime of hiding secrets, of fitting in despite her need to live her own life, and wishing for what could never be, bombarded her like sharp needles prickling at her flesh. Now, for the first time, she intended to fight. Pain pushed through her fingertips until the lethal edge of claws appeared. Her teeth pricked her gums, and the bones of her jaw tingled with the need to realign.
Ned stared in horror at her face, but she didn’t care. Before she could strike out at him, Ty wrapped his arms around her from behind. She hadn’t heard him approach.
“Easy, baby. It’s okay. No one’s forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do,” he crooned in her ear, his scent so alluring she inhaled deeply to take more of it in.
It took her a moment to calm down, and when she did, she noticed Ned’s shock.
Hell.
“Son of a bitch,” he whispered, turned on his heel without another word and slammed into the house.
Julia shook as the rage left her. Appalled to have lost control like that, she struggled in Ty’s arms.
“It’s okay,” he said softly. “It really is. You didn’t change more than your eyes and claws, a trick of the light. Everything else will keep. Don’t worry. You’re fine.” His soothing voice transitioned her discomfort into another form altogether. Her sex throbbed as he spoke, and then his words suddenly ceased into an intense silence.
He turned her in his arms and kissed her. A wild, earthy, sexual meeting of the mouths that promised a blissful outcome if they hurried out of their clothes.
Ty ended the kiss and nipped her lip. “Damn, Julia. I want you. But our timing sucks. I’m with you on not liking this place. We need to get home.” He lifted her hips and ground into her, his erection imposing and so very welcome.
Think, Julia. Sex with Ty is bad. Julia wished she could remember why, because her hormones screamed at her to finish what he teased with that kiss.
She licked the flesh of his throat then bit hard enough to leave a mark. He groaned and tightened his hold on her.
“Fuck, Julia. Stop before I come in my pants. I swear, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Hmm?” She continued to kiss him, trailing her lips down his throat to the parted V of his shirt.
“The last time I came on your shirt. I’m about to come in my pants. Stop,” he rasped when her hand slid under his jeans and wrapped around his cock. “God, you are so sexy. I’ve dreamed of taking you in so many ways.” He moaned and thrust against her palm. “If you don’t let me go, I’m going to fuck you in full view of anyone who comes out the back door.” His growly warning forced her to look up at him. The slit pupils staring back at her showed her how close he straddled the edge of reason.
With regret, she drew back. A drop of come clung to her finger and she licked it, daring him to protest.
His gaze brightened, like orbs of molten silver. “You’re really pushing it, baby. Flat on your back, my cock up that pussy. In about five seconds if you don’t turn away and walk back into the house,” he hissed.
His posture screamed dominance, and she wanted to show her belly and submit. Then turn over onto her hands and knees and present herself for a true mating, lifting her tail in the air and—
Hell, I’m really losing it. Julia jumped back as common sense returned. She blushed at the harsh look of lust on Ty’s face. “Oh, man. What was I thinking?”
“You weren’t. And neither was I.” Ty swore under his breath and shifted his arousal in his tight jeans. “Go into the house, Julia. Your scent is hell on my control. Tell Jason we need to leave. Pretend
The animal desire to defend herself came out of nowhere. A lifetime of hiding secrets, of fitting in despite her need to live her own life, and wishing for what could never be, bombarded her like sharp needles prickling at her flesh. Now, for the first time, she intended to fight. Pain pushed through her fingertips until the lethal edge of claws appeared. Her teeth pricked her gums, and the bones of her jaw tingled with the need to realign.
Ned stared in horror at her face, but she didn’t care. Before she could strike out at him, Ty wrapped his arms around her from behind. She hadn’t heard him approach.
“Easy, baby. It’s okay. No one’s forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do,” he crooned in her ear, his scent so alluring she inhaled deeply to take more of it in.
It took her a moment to calm down, and when she did, she noticed Ned’s shock.
Hell.
“Son of a bitch,” he whispered, turned on his heel without another word and slammed into the house.
Julia shook as the rage left her. Appalled to have lost control like that, she struggled in Ty’s arms.
“It’s okay,” he said softly. “It really is. You didn’t change more than your eyes and claws, a trick of the light. Everything else will keep. Don’t worry. You’re fine.” His soothing voice transitioned her discomfort into another form altogether. Her sex throbbed as he spoke, and then his words suddenly ceased into an intense silence.
He turned her in his arms and kissed her. A wild, earthy, sexual meeting of the mouths that promised a blissful outcome if they hurried out of their clothes.
Ty ended the kiss and nipped her lip. “Damn, Julia. I want you. But our timing sucks. I’m with you on not liking this place. We need to get home.” He lifted her hips and ground into her, his erection imposing and so very welcome.
Think, Julia. Sex with Ty is bad. Julia wished she could remember why, because her hormones screamed at her to finish what he teased with that kiss.
She licked the flesh of his throat then bit hard enough to leave a mark. He groaned and tightened his hold on her.
“Fuck, Julia. Stop before I come in my pants. I swear, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Hmm?” She continued to kiss him, trailing her lips down his throat to the parted V of his shirt.
“The last time I came on your shirt. I’m about to come in my pants. Stop,” he rasped when her hand slid under his jeans and wrapped around his cock. “God, you are so sexy. I’ve dreamed of taking you in so many ways.” He moaned and thrust against her palm. “If you don’t let me go, I’m going to fuck you in full view of anyone who comes out the back door.” His growly warning forced her to look up at him. The slit pupils staring back at her showed her how close he straddled the edge of reason.
With regret, she drew back. A drop of come clung to her finger and she licked it, daring him to protest.
His gaze brightened, like orbs of molten silver. “You’re really pushing it, baby. Flat on your back, my cock up that pussy. In about five seconds if you don’t turn away and walk back into the house,” he hissed.
His posture screamed dominance, and she wanted to show her belly and submit. Then turn over onto her hands and knees and present herself for a true mating, lifting her tail in the air and—
Hell, I’m really losing it. Julia jumped back as common sense returned. She blushed at the harsh look of lust on Ty’s face. “Oh, man. What was I thinking?”
“You weren’t. And neither was I.” Ty swore under his breath and shifted his arousal in his tight jeans. “Go into the house, Julia. Your scent is hell on my control. Tell Jason we need to leave. Pretend
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