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The mouth pressed against my clit, tongue flicking, lips sucking, made me writhe, hips rolling, questing for more pressure.
The hands that held my ass, squeezing almost painfully but holding me up, on display, with legs spread wide, made me feel exposed without vulnerability.
The fingers pinching my nipples, teasing but forceful, only to soothe the burn seconds later, made me moan low and deep, a sound that came from my belly and echoed into the shadows.
You were relentless. I didn’t even know who the hands or lips or tongues belonged to. You were all over me, coaxing my body to respond with desperate gasps and shaking limbs.
My gums burned as fangs descended and the urge to bite rested just below the surface. I pushed it back, not wanting a bloodbath just when I’d finally embraced my beast. The sensation of my fangs growing didn’t abate. It was a partial shift that came with pounding in my brain, like a heartbeat telling me to bitebitebite. A possessive urgency that was so foreign and so right.
My orgasm built in a rush, sending waves along my skin and through my core so my muscles were tight, flexing, desire coiling.
As your lips moved to my mouth once again and your tongue probed inside, flicking against my fangs, I clasped onto you, a partially turned hand, powerful like steel, gripping the back of your neck.
My climax crested, and I yanked away from your lips, tearing myself free from your intoxicating kiss to see molten silver eyes, full of lust. You glanced at my fangs. I wrenched your head to the side.
And you let me. You let me get close enough to bite.
Surprise knocked me back.
You’d take my bite?
I scraped my fangs along your flesh, and you groaned.
Yes, you’d take my bite.
My body exploded with shockwaves of pleasure. You’d exposed your throat, knowing for sure that I was not going to kiss you. Knowing that I was going to mark you as mine or perhaps rip your throat right out of your body.
My beast and I couldn’t possibly be fused.
She wanted blood and craved death. She belonged in a cage for the way she was acting, urging me to wreak havoc.
I’d be damned if I put you in danger of my wild, uncontrollable self, no matter what my instincts demanded.
Chapter Ten
Johnny
Charlie wasn’t fusing with her beast side—not completely, anyway. “You think she’s resisting on purpose?” I poured myself another whiskey while Kane reset the video. “Holding herself back?” Call it paranoia or just plain insecurity, but part of me thought she was refusing to fully bond with her beast side because she was scared of what it could mean for us.
She liked us. She desired us. She wanted to be part of the pack. She was holding herself back. I didn’t blame her after what she’d gone through.
“I think on a subconscious level she’s terrified of being hurt again, but I don’t think that’s the problem.” Kane hit play and we watched as he took Charlie through a series of drills meant to retrain her reflexes to incorporate her beast side into her battle techniques without losing her shit completely. They’d been at it relentlessly for days, and each session ended with Charlie beasting out with some level of control, only to lose her grip on herself and end up needing to be subdued.
“See? Right there.” Kane pointed to the screen. We’ve got the training video playing on his fifty-inch mounted monitor, blowing up every nuance in the fight. “She pulls her punch here.”
We watched as she stepped back from an obvious opening where she could have put Kane on his ass—and then some.
“She’s battling with her beast side still like it’s a separate entity. She might have started some kind of bonding process with her inner beast, but she hasn’t accepted that side of herself completely, and I think it’s because she’s scared that she’ll hurt us.” Kane had an unreadable expression on his face, but I’d like to think he appreciated the subtle loyalty she was showing us. Maybe he’d soften his bark toward her and stop being so difficult when we suggested he spend some down time with her.
Kane said he was pushing her for her own good and for our mutually beneficial goals. We wanted justice on Sal just as much as Charlie did.
“She’s wasting time.”
As much as I wanted to let my heart melt over her consideration for our safety, Kane was right. We needed her on her game and melded with her beast side if we were going to move her forward.
“What do you suggest we do?” I swirled my drink, taking in the smoky oak scent, my mouth watering for the first taste.
As I raised my glass to my lips, Kane tore his eyes away from the monitor to look at me, his expression grim. “I think it’s time for the real deal.”
