Page 121 of Blood & Claw

“Darach!” she gasped. “Grab hold of my wrists and pin them above my head.”

His gaze met hers, surprise flaring in its golden depths. “Easy there,” he rasped. “You don’t—”

“Do it!”

Something in her voice stopped him, and for an instant, he turned from man to animal, moving with a speed that made her cry out.

Capturing both her wrists with one hand, he shoved her arms back, pressing her wrists down on the furs. The position thrust her breasts in his face, and he fell upon them, sucking, lathing, and grazing her nipples with his teeth. And then, he raked his fangs over the soft skin, letting her feel just how sharp they were.

A raw cry ripped from her throat. “Don’t let my wrists go … and don’t be gentle!” she panted. “Not now.” No, she didn’t want tenderness. She wanted him to be savage. “Fuck me!”

His body stilled against hers for a heartbeat—and then his free hand hauled her right leg up, bending it at the knee.

He drove home inside her. Hard.

Ailsa bucked up against him, pleasure brushing the edges of pain, yet she welcomed his invasion. She craved it. “More!”

He gave her what she demanded, taking her in deep, punishing strokes. Again and again.

Aye, he was fucking her now. His grip on her wrists was bruising. The force of each thrust pushed them off the cloaks and onto the damp, stony ground. Pebbles and twigs dug into her arms, shoulders, and back, yet she didn’t care. All she could concentrate on was the sheer power of him inside her, unraveling her and yet making her at the same time.

Each thrust drew another growl from his throat.

The sound vibrated through her, called to her.

Ailsa’s nails sliced against her palms, stinging. She barely noticed the pain.

Darach’s pupils narrowed once more, his gaze raking down her face to her throat.

Aye, they were both predators—both a danger to each other—yet she wasn’t afraid.

Higher and higher she climbed, tension pulling tighter in the cradle of her hips, until it snapped.

Her climax splintered her. She writhed and shuddered against him, her head falling back as a scream tore from her throat. When he’d brought her to a peak with his mouth earlier, she’d thought nothing could equal it.

But this was even better.

This undid her.

Shaking, as pleasure pulsed through her loins and belly, she watched Darach rear back.

He withdrew from her abruptly. And then, still looming over her, still pinning her wrists to the ground with one hand, he spilled over her belly.

Watching his seed pump from his jerking shaft in milky spurts, watching the pleasure that contorted his face, and the way his body spasmed as his head fell back, Ailsa’s breathing caught.

She wasn’t the only one who’d come undone tonight.

31: TROUBLE

LYING BY THE fire, the weight of his cloak covering him and Ailsa, Darach considered what he’d just done.

It might have been his stupidest act ever.

Fucking her changed things.

He’d always told himself he was a man in control of his urges, but tonight had shown him he wasn’t. All it had taken was a few hot kisses and Ailsa’s whispered request, and all good sense had abandoned him.

He hadn’t forced anything—she’d wanted it as much as he had—but that didn’t absolve him of responsibility.