“No one can hear me, and the house looks like its vacant from the outside. I had Boyce craft me a set ofI’m Not Homerunes a while ago. Trust me, they’re worth the price a bazillion times over.”
He nudged her into her bedroom and closed and locked the door behind them. When a meow followed a scratch at the door, she understood his need for privacy in her already private house.
“Okay, I’m here. What do you want?”
“You.”
Riley didn’t know what to say to that, but her body did. She flooded with need, her pheromones getting thick, enticing the powerful male before her to draw closer. His eyes flared a deeper red, the color rich with life, with desire.
She couldn’t tell who reached for who first, but in his arms, it didn’t matter. Kraft wasn’t a gentle lover. He yanked her close, fisted her hair in a tight grip, and kissed her as if his life depended on it.
The berserker inside her woke up, as it rarely did during sex. The magic deep inside her wanted to experience Kraft fully, and she sensed a subtle flex from the power that dwelled inside him in response, accepting hers.
He groaned and deepened the kiss, and Riley’s clothes fell from her, torn away by Kraft’s newly grown claws. His pale nails had blackened and lengthened, the sign of a predator, the danger intensified by Kraft’s burning gaze.
“So soft, berserker,” he growled, his voice a blend of wolf and vampire.
She shivered, and he kissed her breast, sucking hard.
She moaned and clutched his head to her, not sure when she’d been lowered to her bed.
He laved the tip of her nipple, grazing it with his fangs.
Heat shot straight to her core, and she pulled him closer, tucking her ankles behind his back, wanting more.
He turned to her other breast and gave it the same attention while she ripped his shirt, wanting to feel his chest against hers.
He must have liked her insistence because she felt him smile against her nipple.
“Get naked, fanger,” she ordered, breathless.
After hurriedly stripping, he returned. But instead of joining her, Kraft hovered, a looming power with an intent to dominate. She felt his wolf bristling behind his eyes, a flash of gold mixing with the red. “Mine,” he snarled and blinked, as if not sure what he was saying.
But she understood. “Mine,” she countered, staring at the huge length between his legs.
He licked his lips. “I like to bite.”
“So do I.” She met his wide smile with a challenging one of her own.
He came down over her like a conquering hero, and she met him with a passionate kiss and declaration all her own, not sure why this sexual encounter felt like something more. She’d only wanted to lose herself in passion and pleasure. But with Kraft, that wouldn’t be enough.
She wanted to be taken,earned, like the treasure she was. A prize like no other, and one that only went to a male capable of winning her over.
As if sensing her challenge, he snarled into his kiss and muscled her down, holding her hands on either side of her head while she caged his lower body against hers, her powerful legs gripping his waist, her ankles holding him firmly at the small of his back.
To her shock, she found she couldn’t move her hands.
His devious grin told her how much he enjoyed holding her. Not that his giant erection hadn’t already given a hint. “Come, lycan, do your worst.” Then he nipped her breast, and she squirmed against him, shocked into a moan when he notched against that spot between her legs that felt beyond incredible.
He started rocking against her, stirring so much pleasure she raced in her climb to orgasm without pause.
He sucked the small bead of blood away, and Riley arched up. “Yes, Kraft. More.”
He licked and nipped again, and the sucking caused her to burst into a climax that took her breath away.
But it wasn’t enough. And she wasn’t nearly done with the sexy vampire.
He kissed her, and she bit his lower lip. Not hard, but enough to bleed him.
