“I’m not frightened,” she retorted. “I’m bored.” That wasn’t remotely true, but he seemed to need her to demand more. To give him permission to let his animal out. “Bring it, grizzly. Show me what you’ve got.”
It wasn’t enough. He still stared at her, fully embedded and yet completely still. Which pissed her off. She was not some fragile little bird. So she did something new. Something she’d never done before, but which he seemed to need. She grabbed his right nipple between two fingers and twisted.
“Ow!” He reared back with a jerk, but below she felt him grind against her.
Oh yes!
But then—damn it—he stopped again. She saw his nostrils flare, she felt the tension in his body, but he was still holding on too tight.
So she did it again. This time harder.
That did it.
Some restraint broke inside him. He released a roar of fury, and then he bore down on her. Not up top, though his eyes darkened and his face dropped to within inches of her. It was below that he thrust hard enough to raise her off the bed. Then he grabbed hold of her hips and held her right where he wanted her before pulling back and ramming her harder.
Oh yes!
He slammed into her again and again, his breath coming out in harsh growls each time. It took three slams for her to climax. The waves crashed through her while he kept going.
Sometime in there he must have released. While she was bucking in his arms, he roared again, but if there was a pause, she barely noticed. Her whole body was riding waves of ecstasy.
But then she felt him lean over and unceremoniously flip her over. She was completely boneless and her face planted with an oomph in the pillow. She heard another foil packet rip. She was just wondering why he needed another condom when he grabbed her hips and raised her up.
Bam! He slammed into her. And this time he leaned over her, caging her as he took her from behind. Everything was wet and slick, but he ground a thick finger against her clit and set off more sparks. More waves when the first had barely slowed.
Over and over he pumped into her, making guttural sounds that thrilled her. He wanted her. He was consumed by her. And she in turn felt as if her every cell was marked, owned, and wrung to its fullest.
It was animal possession at its most base level, and she reveled it. There was no room for doubt or fear. There was only wave after wave of pleasure.
She lost count of her orgasms. It could have been a dozen. It could have been one long one that he perpetuated forever. After he’d taken her from behind, he rolled her over again and began feasting on her. He licked every inch, keeping her body pulsing. She never managed the dexterity to help him with another condom. He took care of that, too. And when he pushed into her again, it was like she’d been made for this and for him.
It made no sense. She was a strong, independent woman who would never dream of giving everything over to a man. And yet he made her want to. He made it so she loved to.
And when he was finally finished with her, he settled beside her, tugging her into his arms until she was cradled against his chest. It was so perfect, she never wanted to leave.
Crazy.
Bliss.
CHAPTER 13
Carl woke on alert, leaping out of bed before he even realized why. He was naked, but not for long. He’d either be covered in fur soon or…
“You mother-fucking-whoreson!” It was Nick Merkel bellowing outside, fury and profanity in every breath. Guess his wife had given him the bad news. But just in case, Carl called through the door to his brother.
“Alan! Is everything locked down, legally speaking?”
His brother threw open the door while pulling on his shirt. “Yes. Ruling came down yester…” His voice trailed off as he took in Becca naked in the bed.
Carl whirled on his brother, his mouth lengthening into a snarling growl. His brother’s eyes widened as he hastily backed out. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I?—”
Carl kicked the door shut in his brother’s face. Then he reined in his temper as he turned to Becca. “I should have locked the door. I’m so?—”
She held up her hand. Thankfully, she was covered by the blankets so only her head and one beautiful shoulder had been exposed to his brother’s stare. “It’s fine. I’m not ashamed.”
Right. He was the one who’d tried to hide their relationship.
Nick continued to rant, his bellows coming closer as he left the circular street and moved up the walkway to the house. “I’m going to carve out your fucking heart and…” blah blah blah.
