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The red glow in his eyes intensifies, and he closes the distance between us, catching that hand to bring it to his mouth. He tugs me closer in the process, the blood on his body staining my clothes. But I don’t care as his hot tongue curls around my fingers, sending tingles through me. An answering tug comes from my stomach, and warmth pools between my thighs.
Owen’s nostrils flare, and his eyes drop to my body. A low growl escapes him when he sees my bloody clothes, and he grips my collar, ripping my sweatshirt down the center. The warm material falls off my shoulders, my wand tumbling out of the torn pocket at the front.
Cool air sweeps through the thin material of my chemise, and my nipples harden.
Breaths quickening, I back farther into the house. Owen follows, catching me at the stairs, where he licks bloody smears from my throat, leaving red handprints on the cream material of my undershirt.
We make it up to the second floor, my torn clothes littering the stairs along the way.
On the landing, Owen pushes me down on top of the hall runner, ripping the thin scrap of my underwear off. Hands rough, he pushes my thighs open, exposing my swollen folds. He stares down at me, his chest heaving and a wild look in his eyes. My body clenches in response, and the shadows bubbling from Owen’s arms spread to cover his torso.
His hands convulse on my thighs, his hungry gaze fixed on my slick center as he fights for control over his curse.
Hips tilting, I dip my hand between my legs, my fingers spreading my folds open and dipping a finger inside to gather my desire. Lifting onto my elbow, I extend my glistening finger to him. Hot lips take me in, sucking the juices from my fingers, his tongue curling around them.
A hungry growl rises from his chest, and his control slips. Shadows creep up his throat as he drops to kneel on the stairs between my spread thighs. Gripping the back of my knees, he hooks my legs over his shoulders before pressing his mouth against my aching heat.
His tongue, thick and rough, licks my folds, feasting on my desire. I gasp, my hips bucking against him, and his fingers dig into my thighs, claws pebbling my flesh as he holds me still. His mouth opens over my center, his tongue pushing inside, and it goes deeper than usual, hitting places within my body never tasted before.
My fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer. His hands move down my thighs, his thumbs finding my folds, and he spreads me open, his tongue thrusting even deeper. A moan of pleasure escapes me, and my back arches off the rug, my hands fisting in his hair.
With long, firm swipes, his tongue thrusts into my body, licking and pressing at my inner walls, driving me over the edge. My thighs tense on his shoulders, and breath sticks in my throat. Pleasure pulses through me, my inner muscles squeezing around Owen’s tongue.
He growls against my throbbing flesh, and the vibration sends a second shock of pleasure through my body, making me come again.
Before the shock waves end, Owen gathers me in his arms and carries me to my bedroom, where he lays me on the bed. He crawls onto the bed over me, half man and half shadowed monster, to cover me with his body and capture my gasping lips, his tongue pushing inside.
The taste of my release fills my mouth, and I moan as I tangle my hands in his hair once more. My body arches to press against his, the shadows a soft caress against my skin before the heat of flesh meets mine. My hard nipples brush against the light dusting of hair on his chest, the phantom tickle of fur adding to the sensation, and my body quivers with desire.
Despite my release, I still yearn for more. For the connection of our bodies joining, of feeling him lose control within my embrace.
His hard cock bumps against my inner thigh, leaving a hot trail of pre-cum behind, and my body clenches with need.
I hook my knees around his trim waist and reach down to grab his ass, urging him forward. The head of his cock nudges against my slick entrance, and our moans mingle as he slides into my body in a single, long thrust until his hips rest flush against mine.
Shuddering with pleasure, his lips leave mine, and he presses his forehead against my shoulder as he gently moves inside me, his pelvis rocking against my clit with each careful thrust. He’s still holding back, and I don’t want that. I need all of Owen, the man and the curse.
My fingernails dig into his flexing ass, my hips rising to meet his, urging him to go faster, to let go and take me. But he maintains the gentle rocking motion, the slide of his cock in and out of my body maddeningly slow as he drives me back toward the edge.
A hot hand cups my breast, the rough pad of his thumb sweeping over my nipple. The friction sends jolts of pleasure down my stomach to the place our bodies join. I gasp and turn my head, raining desperate kisses over his temple and ear.
His touch leaves my breast to move lower, and long fingers slip between my folds, searching for the hard bud of my desire. He rolls it between his fingers, his body shaking with his self-restraint as he continues his gentle thrusts.
The combination sends me over the edge once more, and my knees tighten around his hips as my nails dig into his ass. With a groan, he holds still, his hard cock buried deep within my body as my inner muscles pulse around him.
“Stop holding back,” I gasp into his ear. “You won’t hurt me.”
His body shudders, and he lets out another groan that borders on pain. His cock jumps inside me, his hips twitching with the need to thrust.
With an abrupt motion, he pulls out and rises above me. The shadows nearly cover his entire body now, and his chest rises and falls with desperate pants.
Hands rough on my hips, he flips me over, then yanks my ass into the air. His cock slams back into me, rocking my body forward with the force. He pulls me back onto his cock as he surges forward again, his cock thickening and growing inside me.
I moan and clutch the comforter next to my head, my eyes closing as pleasure rolls up my spine. I rock back on his next thrust, the slickness of my desire easing the stretch of his new size. Owen could have died today, but he fought and killed for his place within the pack, and a primal desire rises within me to be claimed by this powerful man.
His hands on my hips grip me with bruising force, claws pricking at my skin. His heavy balls slap against me with each thrust, his strong thighs shoving mine farther apart, pressing my chest into the bed while keeping my ass tilted for my body to be taken.
Large hands leave my hips to caress my sides, then slip under me to squeeze my small breasts. The rough texture of his palms scrape against my hard nipples, pulling moans from my lips that the comforter muffles.
