“What?” Quinn panted. “What do you need?”
He pressed his wide mouth to her lips, his tongue sweeping inside to take possession. The heat of his body as he lifted Quinn into his arms nearly sent her over the edge. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding herself against his hard cock.
“Yes,” she whispered against the hot press of his lips. “You are mine.” Her bear exalted in the words, and it was too late for Quinn to take them back if Luke didn’t feel the same.
“We can’t,” Luke said, making no move to stop moving his hips against her. “You’ll hate me.”
“Never,” she said and hoped it was a promise she could keep. After all, she really didn’t know much about the man. She stripped her top off, her breasts heaving in her black bra. “I need you to fuck me, Luke Dashwood.”
He bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed and groaned when her boobs came free of their cage. “You fucking make me so goddamn hard,” Luke growled.
When Quinn met his eyes, the blue had turned almost amber in color. She leaned forward and tugged his bottom lip between her teeth and savored his blood. It was wild, heady, and like nothing she’d ever tasted.
“Woman,” he rasped, his hoarse voice turning Quinn on even more.
She ground her pussy against him harder, knowing she was leaving a wet spot on his jeans. “Man,” she countered.
His fingers slid up her thigh, his thumbs looping into the band of her lace panties. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He yanked. The fabric cut into her skin but tore apart under his strength, and he ripped them clean off her.
Quinn gasped. “You don’t mess around.”
“No,” Luke said seriously. “I don’t.” He wrapped his hands around her thighs, his fingers finding the folds of her slick pussy. She moaned as they danced over her swollen clit.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Luke yanked her tighter to his body and rubbed his jean-clad groin against her sex. “So fucking hot. So ready for me to drive my cock into that tight, sweet pussy.” He put his fingers to his lips, tasting her glistening need. “But first I’m going to shove my tongue inside your slick heat and feast on you until you beg me to stop.” Luke walked Quinn across the room. He stripped his shirt off with one quick jerk and put it over the seat of the folding chair and set Quinn on the edge. He knelt down in front of her, his hands slipping between her thighs.
“I won’t beg you to stop,” Quinn said.
Luke leaned in close, his face less than an inch from hers. “The human body can only take so much pleasure before pure ecstasy rides the line between fucking fantastic and truly painful. Believe me, when I tell you, you are going to come hard and you are going to come often, and you will beg me, and I mean beg me, to stop.”
Quinn’s entire body shuddered at the dark promise, her pulse racing with anticipation. He spread her legs apart, and Quinn was amazed at the reverence in his gaze.
“So beautiful,” he said. “This pussy is fucking mine.” He used his fingers to spread her lips apart.
Quinn cried out as Luke’s tongue slid between the folds of her sex. His hand traveled up her abdomen until it rested on her breast. He moved up the length of her body and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue briefly fought for occupation in her mouth, then he was back down between her legs to lick and suck the tender flesh. He hooked his other hand under her thigh, lifting her leg for a better angle, delving his tongue deeply into her pulsing heat.
She grasped his hair, squeezing her hands against the coolness of the coarse mane while he worked gloriously between her legs. When she could stand no more, she pulled him up for another kiss. Luke’s chest rumbled on a growl, vibrating her entire body as he took two fingers and plunged them into her pussy while his teeth grazed her lower lip.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” she moaned into his mouth. She thrust her hips against his hand as he drew his fingers in and out. His free hand moving to steady his solid cock, he rubbed the thick head against her swollen clit.
He tortured her by making her wait. “Please,” she begged. “In me, please.” Quinn wrapped a leg around his back, trying to force him inside, but Luke was stronger, much stronger, and he played with her to the point of near insanity.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered harshly, her breath ragged and labored.
“Good,” he said, his voice low and guttural. “I plan on making you come again and again.” With that promise between them, Luke moved down once more between her legs, kissing his way to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
He swept his tongue between her folds, feasting and feeding on her sex like a man who’d recently called off a long and painful hunger strike. Quinn squirmed under the exquisite pressure, moaning her pleasure as he plunged his tongue inside her, fucking her with his mouth.
She arched and cried out his name as the mounting pressure exploded, turning her into a shuddering, quivering ball of ecstasy. He sucked hard on her clit, pressing his fingers an inch or so inside her channel to rub her sweet spot as a second wave of passion escalated.
Quinn cried out again, but Luke didn’t let up. He gripped her thighs, his claws digging erotically into her flesh as he gently licked the cream of her desire from her.
“Hot damn, you’re good at that,” Quinn said in a ragged breath. “I don’t know if I can come again.”
He glanced up from between her legs. “Oh, you will,” he promised. The thick fringe of eyelashes that framed his almost translucent golden eyes thrilled her. Pupils dilating, Luke murmured softly against her skin, “And again and again until you beg me to stop.”
Fur had blossomed on his cheeks, a snowy white unlike anything Quinn had seen before. It yanked her out of the moment. “Are you a polar bear?”
Luke’s hands stilled. “No.” He shook his head, and the hair receded.
