Focus, she told herself. She had to focus. “You want the pack to kill your master.”
There was an almost unnoticeable shortening of his stride. She tightened her grip on his hand and forced him to come to a complete stop.
He turned and kissed her.
It was rough and brutal and gloriously arousing. He tasted of moonlight and wine, and she decided that, yes, this was what she should be doing right then, returning the kiss, untucking his shirt, sliding her hands up his abs to his hard chest. She felt a rumble of pleasure vibrate beneath her palm.
“I cannot get enough of you.” He backed her into a wall.
She felt the same. Her hands lowered to his belt.
He pressed his hips against hers but stopped her from unhooking the buckle. “I do not have that much control. If you do that, I will not keep my promise—”
She groaned. She wanted him, but he was right. If his pants came off, he would be inside her. She would make sure of it.
“I will take care of you.” He reached behind her. Opened the door at her back. Then they were a mess of hands and mouth and teeth as he stripped off her blouse, her jeans. Her bra and undies were gone next. She unbuttoned half his shirt when the back of her knees hit something soft.
She collapsed onto a bed in a room lit only by a dim lamp in a far corner. She didn’t care where they were, especially not when he climbed atop her and slipped one, then two fingers inside her.
He made a satisfied noise. She arched her back, then grabbed his hand, pressing it harder against her, driving his fingers in deeper. Then out. Then back in again.
He whispered a curse, then kissed her neck just beneath her ear. “I love the way you take what you want.”
“I want you.”
He palmed her breast with his free hand, pinched her nipple as his fingers worked her soaked entrance. “You are beautiful.”
The pleasure built. “Jared.” It kept building. “I need…”
His fingers slowed. He kissed her mouth, her jaw, then murmured, “I need you to scream my name.”
Her eyes half opened. She focused on his handsome face. “Jared.” A warning leaked into her voice this time. It didn’t have much of a threat behind it, though. She was so close to the edge.
“That was not a scream, my love.”
She forced his hand to move. He allowed it, but not as fast as she wanted. Not as deep. She clenched her teeth. Reassessed the moment. Their positions. He was too in control of himself.
She released his hand to run her palm over the front of his pants. He had to be uncomfortable so confined. She pulled down his zipper.
He chuckled, sped up his movements until her fingers lost coordination, then he pressed his mouth against her neck again. “Earlier, you gave your permission.” He nipped at her skin, and she couldn’t help the way her body jerked in response. “Do I have your permission now?”
His hand worked in a steady, excruciating rhythm. At some point, he had let go of his hold on his aura. The power that pulsed over her heightened her sensitivity to everything—his touch, his scent, his power-filled presence. She had never met someone like him before, someone who felt like her match in influence and strength.
She pulled his face to hers and kissed him. Her tongue stroked his, and the magic in her aura seemed to intertwine with his. This felt good. It felt right.
“Is that a yes?” he asked. She felt him tremble, barely able to keep his teeth from her skin.
She reached down and stroked him through his pants again.
“Nora,” he rumbled.
Oh, she loved this, loved pushing him to the edge of his control. She ground against his hand, letting him see how good he made her feel. Letting him smell it.
“I need an answer.” He pinched her nipple hard again, and she almost came. She had to slow down. Breathe.
“Now,” he demanded. “Tell me you want my teeth on your skin. Tell me you want to feel my bite, to feel me sucking at your neck. Tell me, Nora.”
His words, the power behind them… Her control snapped so fast and sudden that she did scream, the orgasm breaking through her body.
