were used as bait by all sorts of paranormals and even by humans.
So maybe Sarah was screwing him over. Maybe he’d be a fool to trust her, but right then, one thing was clear to Lucas.
He fucking wanted her.
Her scent filled his head. Drove him crazy. She was all curves and silken flesh beneath him. Her hands were on him, holding tight to his shoulders as she urged him closer.
Sarah wasn’t shoving him away because she was afraid of the beast he carried. She knew just how deadly he could be, and the woman still wanted him.
He could smell her arousal in the air.
She twisted beneath him, her hips pushing against his aroused flesh.
Fuck.
Was this the kind of response she’d given to that bastard Rafe? His hands flew away from her. He grabbed the bedcovers, and his claws sliced right through the fabric.
But he kept kissing her because he couldn’t let her mouth go. The woman’s taste was addictive.
She moaned low in her throat and the sound vibrated in his mouth. Her breasts stabbed at his chest, the nipples tight and tempting.
Sarah turned her head, tearing her lips from his. “I shouldn’t . . . want you.” The words were gasped out.
And they really pissed him off. “Because of what I am?” Maybe it was there, after all. Hiding beneath her surface. Fuck a monster, but fear him.
But she shook her head, sending those thick locks of hair sliding back over her cheeks. “Because this isn’t me.” Whispered now. “I don’t . . . I don’t respond this way normally.”
Were her cheeks red? Her heartbeat drummed so fast it shook her chest. He stared down at her, claws still in the bed, and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do with her.
Take her.
Protect her.
Both were instincts from the beast. The same instincts he’d had from the beginning. Those instincts made him nervous. Humans were supposed to be prey to him. Easy pickings. He wasn’t supposed to care what happened to them.
But he cared about her.
Protect her.
Even from himself?
Lucas sucked in a deep breath. He caught her scent—wanted more. Not now. Can’t. Time was running out.
He shoved away from her and managed to rise to his feet. Her breath came too fast, making her chest heave as she stared up at him. “I told you we’d have sex,” he said because they needed to be clear about this.
Her chin lifted. “And I told you sex wasn’t part of our deal.” Her lips were red, swollen from his mouth.
“No, it’s not.” His cock was so heavy and hard that the damn thing ached. For her. “But you want me, I want you, and even the monsters at the gate aren’t going to stop me from taking you soon.”
“Lust is fleeting.” Her gaze seemed to look far away. Not even seeing him. “It’s just a need, just a—”
“ Sarah. ”
She blinked. Her gaze sharpened on him. Good. He spoke deliberately, wanting her to know what would come. “I don’t know what sex was like for you before, but I can tell you this . . . it won’t be fleeting with me. The need will be so strong it will feel like it’s ripping you apart, and when you think you can’t stand it anymore . . . that’s when the pleasure will come, and it’ll make your whole body burn.”
The rasp of her breath seemed loud in the room. Or, shit, maybe that was his breath. What was she doing to him?
Take her. The beast was growling in his head again. But Sarah rose from the bed. She crossed her arms over her chest, staring at him a bit nervously. Did she think he was about to pounce? Again? Tempting.
“Next time, you come to me,” he said. “Come to me, and I’ll give you all the pleasure you can handle. And it won’t have a damn thing to do with our deal.” The attraction between them was a bonus, or maybe a deadly temptation. He really wasn’t sure which yet. Time would tell.
He turned away from her and headed for the door.
“I don’t sleep with every wolf I meet.”
That froze him. He looked back at her, aware that his jaw had tightened. “Good to
So maybe Sarah was screwing him over. Maybe he’d be a fool to trust her, but right then, one thing was clear to Lucas.
He fucking wanted her.
Her scent filled his head. Drove him crazy. She was all curves and silken flesh beneath him. Her hands were on him, holding tight to his shoulders as she urged him closer.
Sarah wasn’t shoving him away because she was afraid of the beast he carried. She knew just how deadly he could be, and the woman still wanted him.
He could smell her arousal in the air.
She twisted beneath him, her hips pushing against his aroused flesh.
Fuck.
Was this the kind of response she’d given to that bastard Rafe? His hands flew away from her. He grabbed the bedcovers, and his claws sliced right through the fabric.
But he kept kissing her because he couldn’t let her mouth go. The woman’s taste was addictive.
She moaned low in her throat and the sound vibrated in his mouth. Her breasts stabbed at his chest, the nipples tight and tempting.
Sarah turned her head, tearing her lips from his. “I shouldn’t . . . want you.” The words were gasped out.
And they really pissed him off. “Because of what I am?” Maybe it was there, after all. Hiding beneath her surface. Fuck a monster, but fear him.
But she shook her head, sending those thick locks of hair sliding back over her cheeks. “Because this isn’t me.” Whispered now. “I don’t . . . I don’t respond this way normally.”
Were her cheeks red? Her heartbeat drummed so fast it shook her chest. He stared down at her, claws still in the bed, and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do with her.
Take her.
Protect her.
Both were instincts from the beast. The same instincts he’d had from the beginning. Those instincts made him nervous. Humans were supposed to be prey to him. Easy pickings. He wasn’t supposed to care what happened to them.
But he cared about her.
Protect her.
Even from himself?
Lucas sucked in a deep breath. He caught her scent—wanted more. Not now. Can’t. Time was running out.
He shoved away from her and managed to rise to his feet. Her breath came too fast, making her chest heave as she stared up at him. “I told you we’d have sex,” he said because they needed to be clear about this.
Her chin lifted. “And I told you sex wasn’t part of our deal.” Her lips were red, swollen from his mouth.
“No, it’s not.” His cock was so heavy and hard that the damn thing ached. For her. “But you want me, I want you, and even the monsters at the gate aren’t going to stop me from taking you soon.”
“Lust is fleeting.” Her gaze seemed to look far away. Not even seeing him. “It’s just a need, just a—”
“ Sarah. ”
She blinked. Her gaze sharpened on him. Good. He spoke deliberately, wanting her to know what would come. “I don’t know what sex was like for you before, but I can tell you this . . . it won’t be fleeting with me. The need will be so strong it will feel like it’s ripping you apart, and when you think you can’t stand it anymore . . . that’s when the pleasure will come, and it’ll make your whole body burn.”
The rasp of her breath seemed loud in the room. Or, shit, maybe that was his breath. What was she doing to him?
Take her. The beast was growling in his head again. But Sarah rose from the bed. She crossed her arms over her chest, staring at him a bit nervously. Did she think he was about to pounce? Again? Tempting.
“Next time, you come to me,” he said. “Come to me, and I’ll give you all the pleasure you can handle. And it won’t have a damn thing to do with our deal.” The attraction between them was a bonus, or maybe a deadly temptation. He really wasn’t sure which yet. Time would tell.
He turned away from her and headed for the door.
“I don’t sleep with every wolf I meet.”
That froze him. He looked back at her, aware that his jaw had tightened. “Good to
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