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He wanted to throw his head back and howl at the feel of her possessing him. He held back, instead sweeping his hand over her windswept hair and tracing the upper swells of her breasts with his other hand. "Don't try to control it, Shannon. Let it run free. Let it go."
She stilled and started to pull away, but he wrapped his arms around her.
"I can't do this, it's too much." She pushed against his chest with the palms of her hand, but she was nowhere near a match for his strength.
"You can. You will. I want all of this." He looked to the sky where lightning arced as bright as the moon's glow, then met her concerned gaze.
It was the lack of control she feared, not the elements. He knew it, he felt her hesitation. He also felt a great need within her to let go of that control.
"Shannon," he said, tipping her chin and keeping her focused on his face. "Give it to me."
Chapter Ten
Shannon met the determined glint in Max's golden eyes. Her fear warred with the greatest desire she'd ever felt.
Max was everything she never wanted--controlling and dominant. She knew if she gave it up now, she'd never get it back.
The problem was, with every caress, every kiss, she became less and less interested in keeping control over any aspect of her life.
She sure as hell wasn't controlling the elements right now. From the dark skies to the blistering winds, she knew what was coming, and yet was powerless to stop it. Not now, not when she'd come this far.
For being one of the most momentous decisions of her life, the words slipped out easily. "Take it."
A low growl escaped Max's throat as he bent to her lips. He devoured her, body and soul, in a way she'd never expected to want. Now she not only wanted it, she needed it. Desperately.
He swept her into his arms and stepped through the doorway. Max left the door open and the whipping winds followed them inside, cooling the humid room. With one jerking motion, he yanked the spread off the bed and deposited her on the cool sheets.
Instead of climbing in the bed with her, he stood next to it, watching her. She marveled at his chiseled body, muscular in all the right places. A fine pelt of dark hair covered his chest, a nest of curls surrounding his magnificent cock.
She rolled to her side, at eye level with his shaft. Then she smiled and turned her gaze back to his, asking the silent question, but she already knew what his answer would be.
Max inhaled sharply, then circled his fingers around his cock, and leaned toward her. "Suck me."
His command sparked spasms deep inside her pussy. She felt the moisture seep from her as she contemplated taking his huge tool in her mouth, knowing that soon it would be in her pussy. Filling her, taking her once again to those glorious heights where nothing else mattered but the two of them.
She flipped onto her back and scooted to the edge of the bed, letting her head tilt backward against the edge of the mattress. The position placed her mouth close to the engorged head of his cock. Looking up, she waited, her mouth open and her tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip.
One corner of Max's lips curled into a wicked smile as he stroked his shaft slowly, then leaned in and fed it to her, inch by inch. The tip was buttery soft and she enveloped it with her lips, her tongue swirling over it to taste the sweet drops of pre-come. She surged forward, taking more of him, then moved back, letting it slide partially out.
No way could she get the whole thing inside, but Max kept hold of the base of his shaft and pumped it between her lips. Her pussy ached as she tasted him, pleasured him, rewarded with his groans of pleasure.
He threw his head back and shuddered as she reached for the twin sacks dangling underneath his shaft, cupping and caressing them as she sucked as much of him as she could. Then he leaned forward and rested one hand near her hips, the other sliding between her legs.
Instinctively she spread her thighs wider to give him access. His fingers probed her sex, dipping into her moisture and then moving upward toward her clit. She moaned against his shaft as he circled the distended nub, then rubbed it between his fingers. Sparks of intense pleasure nearly shot her off the bed and her body broke out in a sweat.
She called forth the wind and rain, knowing its intensity could be dangerous, but she didn't care. She was on fire, in desperate need of cooling relief. Lightning shot into the room and arced across the ceiling as if frozen in time. Then a burst of rain showered over them, soaking them both.
She tensed, waiting for Max's reaction. He looked down at her then laughed hard, shaking his head like a wet dog and spraying even more water over them. It wasn't until this moment that she realized how much it meant to her that he accepted her magic, that he didn't look at her like a bizarre mutant or someone to be feared. She'd always worried about her powers, though she didn't fight them as much as Logan did. Still, having Max's approval meant everything to her right now.
He plunged his fingers inside her, dipping slowly and easily until she was going crazy with the need to fucked. Relentless, he maintained gentle strokes, dipping into her pussy and then petting her clit until she wanted to scream at him to fuck her hard and fast. She whimpered, already near a climax.
Quickly, he pulled his fingers out and moved away, removing his shaft from her lips. "Get up and turn around. I want you on your hands and knees."
Heat burst low in her belly. She sat up and turned, facing the wall on all fours, and waited. Max pressed his thighs against the side of the bed and pulled her hips toward him. His cock probed between her legs, the shaft rubbing against her aching pussy.
"Tell me how you want it," he said, his voice strained with a need she understood all too well.
"Hard. Fast and hard."
His nails dug into her hips as he settled against her. With one quick thrust, he embedded his cock deep, giving her exactly what she'd asked for.
Max held tight to Shannon's hips, afraid of so many things he could barely concentrate. The tightly leashed control he had over the wolf was slipping, quickly being replaced by a primal urge to fuck her as the beast he was, to mate with her in his natural form.
But he couldn't, wouldn't, until she became one with him. He'd have to tell her, but later. Not now, not when his seed hovered tight and ready inside his straining balls, eager to spurt forth within her in the hopes of creating life. He pulled back and slammed hard against her, propelling her forward on the rain-slicked mattress.
The room was a mess, the covers soaked and flying around the room as a maelstrom of wind, lightning and rain poured over them. He reveled in the elements, knowing they were Shannon's passion, her desire for him pouring out of her being. And he meant to give her the greatest pleasure she'd ever received.
He slid his fingers against her pussy, drawing away the copious juices of her desire. Spreading her nectar over the puckered rosette bared between her buttocks, he gently probed her entrance, rewarded with a grunt of pleasure and a shriek as he slipped one finger inside her.
Fucking her this way was driving him mad with animal lust. But dammit, he was stronger than the wolf, capable of maintaining control just this once. For Shannon, to make it good for her. To give her what he'd needed to give her since the first moment he'd laid eyes on her picture in the magazine.
With equal fervor he moved his cock in and out of her pussy, watching her moisture cling to his shaft when he withdrew. He fucked her ass with his finger, embedding it deep inside her tight cavern as he once again thrust hard into her cunt.
"Max, please," she cried, bucking against him like a wild beast, crying out his name and uttering begging whimpers. She tightened and pulsed around him and he knew it wouldn't be long now.
"Shh, pet, I know what you need. You want to come."
"Yes," she whispered, her voice low, tense, her back arching as she fucked him back as hard as he was giving it to her. "Make me come, Max. Make me scream."
The control burst and he let the beast loose as he neared the end, feeling the boiling, burning pain of the change.
He'd let it half out, and that was all he'd allow right now. Shannon wouldn't see, she wouldn't know. He'd control enough of it that she'd never know the difference.
His nails drew out into claws, fur popping up on his hands and forearms. His teeth lengthened, his facial structure changing as his nose and jaw elongated. He let out a fierce growl as Shannon's pussy squeezed his cock tight, then thrust against her until she cried with pleasure.
Shannon clawed at the mattress as she lifted her ass higher, allowing him to penetrate her deeper with both his cock and his finger. He felt the contractions around his shaft as the first waves of her orgasm overtook her.
A keening wail rent the storm-laden air as she climaxed hard and fast, soaking his cock with her juices and squeezing him in her vise-like grip until he couldn't help but let go. He held his palms over her, refusing to mar her skin with the beast's claws as he growled, leaned over her and sank his teeth into her shoulder as gently as he could, shuddering as his seed shot deep inside her.
The spasms within her cunt had no more subsided than the force of his pummeling orgasm sent her over the edge again. She screamed and bucked up, but he held her in place with his teeth as he rode out the thundering orgasm.
He waited for her to finish, waited until she crumpled face down on the mattress, before he let her go. Panting for breath, he sheathed the beast within himself once again, then collapsed next to her, pulling her against him.
He held her, stroked her hair and her skin, watching the way the soaked strands of her hair quickly dried, as did the bed and the room as the storm withdrew. The wind and rain still lashed against the trees outside, the balcony soaked from the downpour, but the bedroom returned to normal, as if not even a drop of rain had fallen inside the house.
Amazing magic.
Amazing woman.
He could only hope she could accept who and what he was as easily, because he'd have to tell her.
Soon.
*
Shannon didn't remember falling asleep, but she must have. For how long, she didn't know. The room was still dark, the storm still raging outside.
They should leave, as close to the water as they were. But she didn't have the strength to even lift her head and suggest it to Max.
His body pressed firmly against her back, one leg slung over her hip, one hand wrapped around her breast.
Possessive sort, wasn't he? Although she had to admit, she kind of liked it. The men she'd been with before had all been the gee-that-was-great-gotta-go-now types. No cuddling, no aftersex conversation. She couldn't remember ever having anyone spend the night.
Before, that kind of man had worked fine for her because she hadn't wanted them to hang around after sex, anyway.
Now? Now, she was happy to have slept in Max's arms.
She sighed, truly contented for the first time.
Damn, their sex had been wild. Animalistic, filled with a passion she hadn't known existed. She'd never come like that, one right after the other, and with such an intensity that she'd hovered on the edge of consciousness.
Max had truly dominated her in every sense of the word, pawing her to hold her in place, even digging his teeth between her shoulder and neck.
