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Oh, God this felt so good. He felt so right, so perfect inside her. Strong, powerful, showing no weakness from his injury. Relief mixed with pleasure as he drove deep, gripping her ass and maneuvering her up and down his shaft.
“So tight,” he muttered against her lips, his tongue snaking out to draw a light touch against the tip of hers. Sparks of pleasure shot between her legs, her pussy pouring her juices over them both.
She couldn’t think through the sensation of heavy arousal jetting through her body like a rushing drug. She rocked against Duncan’s pelvis, dragging her clit against the base of his shaft as he pulled back. Orgasm hovered close, shocking her with how fast it was all happening. She wanted to hold back. At the same time she wanted to follow that rush to its inevitable conclusion. A soft whimper escaped her lips, the tension building to unbearable levels.
“Shh,” Duncan whispered, gripping her hips and pushing her deep against his pelvis. “That’s it, love, ride me.” He thrust his hips upward, his cock seeming to lengthen and thicken inside her. Caught in the maelstrom of a storm she couldn’t name, she could only watch in shock as his eyes turned from blue to a golden yellow and his face began to change, shifting into something harder, the planes and angles of his cheeks hollowing as he underwent the transformation from human to lycan.
Mesmerized, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his face, feral lust spreading across his features. She half expected to blink and find herself straddling a wolf, but whatever changes burned within him stopped.
“I won’t shift,” he said, his voice hoarse and guttural, as if he fought his own lupine nature. “Let’s just do this as humans. Now fuck me hard, Harlee. Draw the cum from me and drench my cock with your cream.”
She half expected to change with him as a burning pain inside her intensified, but then it passed and all she felt was this incredible pleasure, this journey to ecstasy. His cock head rubbed that sweet spot inside her and the dam burst. She cried out and ground against him as rush after rush of intense pleasure sizzled throughout her body. Her breath caught and she held on tight, riding him faster and faster as if she were running away from the incredible sensations. When the tremors subsided, she collapsed against Duncan’s chest.
He continued to move against her with slow deliberate strokes, and in a matter of minutes she was ready to go again. Lifting her head, she met his teasing smile.
“We’re not even close to be finished yet, lass.”
No wonder she liked Duncan so much. She grinned and kissed him, more than ready for round two.
Adrian kept his thoughts to himself as he stood in the foyer of the lycan mansion despite wanting to tell the idiots exactly what he thought.
What a bunch of fucking assholes. The animals who guarded the front door must keep their brain cells in constant wolf mode, because all they could manage were noncommittal growls when he said he wanted to see Duncan. They informed him Duncan was busy but when he felt up to it he’d come downstairs and meet with Adrian. Sara had already bounded away intent on searching out Lester so she could discuss the ambush with him. Adrian thought about following, but he needed to see Duncan first and he wasn’t about to wait for the morons to inform Duncan he was there.
So he sat in the library, sipping coffee and appearing bored and uninterested in the activity around him. It didn’t take long for the gorillas to forget he was there. Once they left, so did he, taking the stairs and heading toward Duncan’s room, intending to tell him exactly what he thought of the imbeciles who guarded the gates of hell. At Duncan’s door he reached for the handle then stopped when he heard a low moan.
A low, female moan, followed by whispered words spoken by a very familiar voice.
Harlee.
Instant irritation boiled his blood at the thought of Harlee in bed with Duncan. Why the idea of her fucking his friend bothered him he didn’t even want to think about. It was what it was. Jealousy. He immediately forced his anger away and turned the knob, inching the door open a crack.
Harlee was naked on top of Duncan, her taut buttocks tightening as she moved forward and back against him. Her head was tilted back, her hands kneading her own breasts. Hardening in an instant, Adrian fought to keep his hand from straying to his own cock. Despite his ridiculous jealousy, he was turned on at the sight of her fucking his friend. How easy it would be to step into the room, pull his shaft out and slide it between the cheeks of her ass, burying himself in the heat of her firm backside.. His balls tightened painfully, but something kept him from going in there and doing exactly what he’d been told to do. He and Duncan were supposed to fuck Harlee together, to urge her blood to rise to the surface and free the lycan and vampire within her. But goddamit, he was pissed off and had no desire to do what he was supposed to do right now. He had no intention of getting his dick within miles of Harlee. She’d decided who she wanted to fuck and it wasn’t him.
God, she made him crazy. Jamming his fingers through his hair and pulled the door shut. When he turned to leave, Sara was standing there, a wicked grin on her face.
“I had no idea you were so into voyeurism,” she said, reaching out to trail one long fingernail down his chest. “It’s quite a turn-on, isn’t it? Makes you want to fuck, to feel what they’re feeling.”
“I thought you were meeting with Lester,” he said, ignoring her comment.
“I’m finished and he had another meeting so I came looking for you.” She took her other hand and cupped one of her own breasts, the nipple clearly outlined against the thin silk of her blouse. “And here I am, watching what you were watching. It made my pussy wet, Adrian. It made me want to fuck.”
Fucking Sara had long ago lost its allure. Nevertheless, he was just annoyed enough to take what she so obviously offered. Right here, right now. He grabbed her shoulders, turned her and pushed her back against the wall, then leaned against her, grinding his cock between her legs. Her lips parted and she gasped, lifting her skirt and pumping her pelvis against his.
She wore no panties, the golden hairs of her pussy glittering with some kind of dusting powder. Her scent screamed her arousal, her need clear as he watched her canines extend.
Sara had wanted the bite of intimacy, of mating, since the first time he fucked her. He always withdrew his fangs before he passed the point of claiming her. Fucking her had been a fun pastime. Keeping her would be a lifelong sentence of misery.
And right now all he wanted to do was fuck. He slid his hand between her legs, cupping her sex. Moisture spilled onto the palm of his hand and she closed her eyes and moaned.
“Fuck me, Adrian. I need it.”
So did he. The problem was, the woman he wanted to fuck was currently riding his friend. The woman he wanted to be inside of had another cock buried in her. The woman he wanted was Harlee.
“Shit.” He removed his hand and backed up a step. Sara’s eyes flew open in shock.
“Why did you stop?”
“I’m not in the mood.”
