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“Yes.” I arched my back as he licked, driving my hips higher, giving him all the access to me he wanted. “I’m yours.” His hand was still clenched around the back of my neck, holding me down as he took what he wanted. “All yours.”

It didn’t matter he wasn’t the Colt I knew right now. All it mattered was that it was him.

He eased his hold against my neck, lifted his head to grab my hips and flip me over…like I weighed nothing at all. He shouldn’t be able to do that, not without screaming in agony.

But he did…

He did and looked savage and wild and dangerous doing it.

I bounced against the mattress, jerking my gaze to his as he knelt on all fours, towering above me. That wild stare captured mine before he looked down at the t-shirt I wore. With a snarl, he reached up, gripped the neckline and jerked, ripping the garment straight down the middle.

Panic punched through me as that animalistic stare found what it wanted. My nipples tightened in response, puckering as he lowered his head.

“Just…” I whispered as he took one in his mouth, his teeth grazing sensitive flesh. “Don’t hurt me.”

He lifted his head. Somewhere in that bestial stare was the man I loved.

He dipped once more, dragging his teeth across the tip, making me buck, which only drove my nipple deeper into his mouth. Pain. Softness. He nipped and licked until I couldn’t tell the sensations apart. By the time he nuzzled the shredded shirt aside to expose the rest of me, my breast was throbbing, shooting the sensations all the way to my clit.

Panting breaths caught as danger mingled with desire. I shouldn’t be allowing this. Not while he was in the state he was, but as he lowered himself further down the bed, I knew this was what he needed.

He needed me.

The points of his teeth pressed against my clit as it throbbed. “Colt,” I whispered. “I want Colt.”

“No Colt…” he growled. “Not yet.”

Pressure. Suction. He shoved my legs wider, sliding his hands under to tilt my hips to his face. “Not until I have my fill,” he insisted.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, looking down.

This wasn’t Colt. Not the sweet, protective, soft man I knew.

He dipped, that guttural sound rumbling in the back of his throat as he opened his mouth wide and speared his tongue inside me. I threw my hands up, holding on as my nipples pulsed, driving the throb deeper. “Oh, God,” I cried.

He lifted his head, his lips glistening with my desire. “Not God. A beast.”

He wasn’t a beast. He was a tortured, damaged man. Still, he felt like hunger as he licked and sucked, drawing that terrifying, delicious feeling closer.

“My kitten.” He rose, shoving his boxers down. One swing of his arm and he tore the shirt I’d dressed him in free. “My Wildcat.”

I couldn’t stop myself from wanting this, lifting my knees, opening wide for him to settle between my thighs.

“I love you,” I moaned as he thrust, driving his cock all the way inside. “I. Love. You.”

He was a savage, holding nothing back as he unleashed all that anger and that pain on my body. My body jolted, driving higher in the bed with every thrust.

I wanted more. Anything he could give me.

“That’s it,” I moaned, reaching for him. “Fuck me. Fuck me and take what you need.”

I grabbed his arms, lifting myself as he drove that hard length all the way to the hilt. But I wasn’t ready to stop fighting, not the way my protector needed. I slid my hand up, gripping him behind the neck and snarled, “You fuck me, then you give me back Colt.”

There was a curl of his lips. Rage and desperation burned in his stare. But he was so focused on his hunger. So desperate to fuck that he didn’t fight. That gave me all the hope I needed.

He yanked his cock out, then shoved me to the side. I moved then, knowing instantly what the beast wanted.

He wanted to mount.

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