bright eyes and she shivered at the desire in them. Why couldn’t he be wolf so I could keep him?
The astonishing thought made her lose control for a second and she found herself battling her wolf for supremacy. The bitch had lain in wait for a moment of weakness, but while Lexie sensed her she-wolf didn‘t mean harm to her geek, she didn‘t understand what she wanted.
Her hips began to move and Lexie, only partially in control, realized her wolf wanted to feel a part of this, to enjoy the pleasure found with this surprising man. Lexie closed her eyes knowing that even with his myopic eyesight that Anthony might find it odd that her eyes glowed. She rocked on top of his cock, the pressure on her clit making her channel squeeze the hard rod inside.
Faster and faster she moved, while the wildness grew in her. The urge to mark this male, to keep him, grew stronger and stronger.
A part of Lexie knew she should get off before she and her beast did something stupid and irreparable, but selfish pleasure won out, and she could only pray she wouldn‘t hurt him.
* * * *
Anthony stared up at Lexie, her luscious body undulating on top of his, and realized something illogical and mind blowing. He loved this woman. He‘d known her less than two days, but irrational as it seemed, emotionally and sexually driven as it was, he‘d fallen for her. He wanted to say something, or at the very least clasp her to him, but with his arms tied, he could only buck under her as she used her pelvic muscles to clamp down on him tight.
Then he forgot what he‘d wanted to announce because she opened her eyes and stared down at him, her usual green eyes changed somehow, and even more uncanny, they glowed.
His mind refused to accept what he saw and he shut his eyes, blaming the change in her eyes on hotel lighting and on the fact he didn‘t wear his glasses. People‘s eyes did not reflect light like a nocturnal animal‘s.
Her hands came to rest flat on his chest, her sharp nails biting into his skin. She growled, a low sound that made his balls tighten. She buried her face in the curve where his neck met his shoulder and sucked at his skin as she continued to ride him. Anthony panted, trying to hold on for her, but she nipped him, her sharp teeth pinching his skin and he bellowed as his orgasm hit, shooting his seed deep inside her. The biting teeth squeezed harder and he winced at the pinching pain. She came with a shudder and a drawn out moan, the muscles of her channel flexing over and over, until Anthony, his dick so sensitized from her sensual play, thought he‘d pass out from overload.
Her body collapsed on his, the tension of their lovemaking receding to leave her relaxed on him. Her warm breath tickled his skin and made up for some of the ache he felt from her bite. She’s certainly enthusiastic. He didn‘t mind, although this level of roughness in the bedroom was new.
Her hands crept up and massaged his neck, pressing against his muscles. ―I‘m sorry,‖
she whispered her face still buried in the crook of his shoulder. He meant to say for what, but his mind went blank.
Anthony woke hours later to find himself untied with Lexie snuggled into his side. I can’t believe I fell asleep on her like that. He blamed it on the intense lovemaking they‘d enjoyed. He stroked her hair, brushing it back from her face. So much mystery surrounded her. He knew she hid something from him, an important facet of herself. Yet despite that, he couldn‘t help wanting to be with her. She made him feel like…a man.
And not just a man, but a virile one who could sweep a woman off her feet and also be her hero.
How strange for a geek who‘d always dedicated himself to the sciences. Anthony hadn‘t even known he owned an ounce of courage until he‘d seen her threatened by that thug. Funny, because when those same assailants ambushed him, he‘d let them drag him out of there without a fight. However, when they threatened Lexie, fear for her
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