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“Aye. I can speak to them in wolfandhuman forms.” He laughed when Brandy’s eyes widened.
“Score! I’ve spent all these years researching lycanthropy and now that I can become a shifter myself, I can’t refuse.” She hugged him. “Plus, I get you in the deal too. Winning all around.”
“I’m glad you feel that way, but I think I’m getting the best deal here. I get a home, a pack, a son, and the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. Spending our lives together is like a fantasy.”
“Let’s get started on that fantasy, shall we?”
Brandy corralled her hair onto one shoulder, baring her neck to Reardon. When his pupils zipped open, only a thin, golden glow surrounding them, she shivered in anticipation. She felt like prey again. Happy prey. Eager prey.
Reardon made slow work of it. He took his time dropping light kisses along her shoulder and around her neck. His tongue glided over her skin, making her entire body quiver. He slid his hand into her hair, cradling her head and pressing his nose to her ear. His teeth closed gently over her earlobe then he tugged. In the next second he was soothing the area with his tongue, his lips.
Brandy wanted to simultaneously melt into him and jump around like an excited kangaroo. The conflicting sensations had her groaning with need.
“Reardon, please.” The more he toyed with her, the more aroused she became. “I can’t take anymore.”
A raspy chuckle rumbled in his throat which she silenced with an aggressive, fiery kiss. She owned his mouth, her hands kneading his shoulder blades while she pressed her front to his as his arousal sought to bury itself deep within her. She wanted nothing more.
Well… maybe there was one thing she wanted more.
“Turn me. Now,” she pleaded.
Her eyes widened as his canines extended and he ran his tongue over the sharp points.
“I have a feeling,” he moved in closer, “you’re going to be delicious.”
She was more than happy to be his snack. When his teeth pierced her flesh, she let out a small cry, but the pain was gone before her body had time to register it. Her blood soared in her veins, racing to all points like a red hot current. She threw her head back, arched her spine, and gripped Reardon’s shoulders as they both sunk to the stone floor of the cell. Her breathing was labored and the bite area was slick with her blood when Reardon retracted his canines, but she didn’t care.
She. Felt. Amazing.
“Brandy? Are you all right, lass?”
“All right? I’m wonderful.” Her entire body was a tuning fork, vibrating, sensitive, aroused.
“The change must be different in females then.” Reardon’s brows lowered. “When I changed my men, they were not feeling as you are now.”
“Soul mate, remember?” She pointed to herself. “That bite was meant for your soul mate. That’s probably the difference.”
And she was overjoyed to be his soul mate.
“I need to be inside you,” Reardon whispered hoarsely. “Please.”
All Brandy could do was nod as Reardon unzipped her shorts and slid his hands in to cup her bottom. In mere moments, he had those shorts down around her ankles and she stepped out of them. He nearly ripped her tank top in two as he yanked it from her torso. It landed in a heap by her shorts and she set to work on ridding him of the pants and T-shirt he’d only donned a few minutes ago.
She took a beat to look at him, to relish in his muscled perfection. Even with her blood staining his lips, she wanted him. Maybe more so. Was that normal?
None of this is normal.
But shit, Reardon was exactly what she wanted.
“Did I hurt you?” Reardon ran his fingers over what must have been two bite marks on her neck.
“No.” Brandy cut a path over his pectoral muscles with her fingertips. “I liked being bitten.”
Reardon grinned. “Good to know, fairy lass.”
In one quick motion, he swept her up by the backs of her thighs and she automatically clamped her legs around him. He settled himself inside her, easing in inch by precious inch until she was so full of him. So gloriously full.
Rocking gently at first, he increased the pace and soon she was moving in time with him, synchronized, thrust for thrust, climbing impossibly high in the circle of each other’s arms.
