He dropped his head, panting as he nipped my earlobe. “Alright. I’ll be ready.” He pulled out, slamming into me again.
“I just bet you will.”
I was shocked at his level of stamina, the moment lasting for much longer than I’d imagined possible. Just when I thought he was ready to erupt deep inside, he pulled me away from the wall.
“What are you doing?”
“When I do something, I go all the way, fairy princess.”
“What does that mean?”
As he headed into the kitchen, he chuckled low and throaty. “It means we’re christening the entire house.”
CHAPTER 12
Steven
Urges.
I’d fought various urges while sitting inside that goddamn sleazy-ass bar. Just like I’d experienced a variety of emotions over the last two weeks, my desires had altered as well and just as dramatically.
I was turning into a raving lunatic, hungry for sex and violence.
Normally I was used to dealing with both my needs and wants that I hadn’t been able to control as a child. Yes, every shifter was taught how to stay human. As pups, our emotions were all over the place, but most were right at the surface.
That presented a danger to us, other members of our pack, and definitely to humans. That’s why over the generations of evolution, education including controlled breathing exercises had helped prepare a barrier for our wolves lurking below the surface.
Once a shifter learned the art, through the years the desire to shift occurred less and less.
Tonight? I’d had the desire to shift not once but twice.
What in the hell was the reason?
Exasperation had almost settled in. What I needed to do at this point was to fill her with my seed. Maybe then I’d manage to calm the fuck down.
I’d always had a little hot streak underneath, the kind that teachers hated and the pack elders tried desperately to corral over the years. Same as with Saint. We came from a long line of hotheads. Purebred wolves were usually the worst.
We were also told that the brutal heat simmering in our system also made us passionate lovers. I’d gone from wanting to rip apart the asshole who’d dared touch her to feeling a level of desire that I hadn’t known existed.
But even now, I could still see the way he touched her and I’d been able to read his filthy thoughts and what he had intended for her. Hell, no. He was lucky all I’d done was break a couple of bones in his hand. Two more minutes and I would have ripped out his jugular without so much as thinking about the consequences.
In fact, maybe I’d go back and take care of that so he wouldn’t dare try to touch her again. Why had I chosen a fucking sleazy bar in the heart of a bad part of town?
So there wasn’t a chance at being recognized as a hockey player or as a shifter. That much I had accomplished. Thankfully, the reporters had grown bored and had left before we had.
At least one saving grace.
My primal bloodline was likely why I couldn’t seem to get enough of the fairy princess. Now that we were in the kitchen, we were at the point of hunger that needed no explanation.
I was crazed with a level of hunger that kept me from thinking clearly.
We were both sweaty, our breathing labored. Christine was a wild child, more than I’d originally thought. Here I’d seen her as a prim and proper girl at first and she’d proven me wrong. Now she was toying with me, acting as if what we were enjoying was all a game. I had to admit that I was having a good time.
Obviously so was she or she wouldn’t be moving from one side of the kitchen table to the other. I also had to admit that while foreplay was often overrated and I’d already had my dick deep into her tight little pussy, chasing her reminded me enough of a hunt that I was all hot and bothered.
I was also more possessive than I’d been in one hell of a long time. While I’d sensed she hadn’t been thrilled at first with how I’d reacted, by the time the asshole was whimpering and apologizing, she’d warmed up to how I’d handled the situation.
Even now, all I could think about was keeping her.
