On the Prowl (Bad Things #2)(24)

Later, he planned to bite, too.

He might never have her this way again. After a nightmare, it was probably the wrong thing to do. The wrong time for seduction. A gentleman would back away.

A devil would hold her tighter.

He knew exactly what he was.

His right hand slid down her body. He caught the cotton of his borrowed shirt—he was ridiculously pleased that she’d now have his scent all over her since she’d used one of his t-shirts—and pushed it out of his way. His hand touched her silken thigh. He trailed his fingers upward.

She wasn’t wearing panties.

Because, obviously, she liked to make him crazy.

His fingers slid toward her sex. Trailed slowly, giving her the chance to stop him. But don’t do that, okay, love? Just—

She pulled her mouth from his neck.

His growl filled the air.

Her hands slammed down onto his chest. Her breath heaved out. She had the tiniest drop of his blood on her lower lip. As he stared up at her, with his hand so close to paradise, her tongue snaked out and she licked that blood drop away.

A human male might not have found the whole blood-drinking thing sexy.

He wasn’t human. And he found everything about her to be sexy.

“I don’t want you holding back,” Rose whispered.

His fingers were itching to stroke her. His cock was ready to explode.

“Rayce said…” Her chin lifted. “You were holding back when you were with me. Don’t do that anymore. This time…this one time, I want everything you have.”

His fingers slid into heaven. She was wet and hot and he wanted to ram his cock into her and never let her go. “Be careful what you ask for, love.”

Her lips parted as he stroked her. She pushed down with her hands, and her nails bit into his chest and she arched up, moaning as he stroked her.

Julian wanted her to come, just like that. With his fingers in her body and pleasure that he gave Rose stamped on her face. He pressed his thumb to her clit. He remembered everything that she liked. He’d give her that first. The soft touches. The long licks.

Then…well, once she was lost to pleasure, he’d let his beast out. He’d see if she truly could handle him now.

She was riding his hand. Lifting and lowering her body as her knees pressed into the mattress. He stroked her harder, and he put another finger inside of her. She was so freaking tight. He loved her body. Went f*cking insane for her sex.

He—

Julian tumbled her back on the bed. He moved her fast, lifting her legs up and then he put his mouth on her because it had been too long since he’d tasted her. A man could only survive on a fantasy for so long before he went absolutely mad.

So he feasted. He licked and sucked and stroked with his tongue and his fingers until she was shouting out his name as she came. And he didn’t give a f*ck if anyone else on that island heard them. She was his—and he was going to have all of her.

“Julian.”

He looked up at her, her taste still on his tongue, and he knew that she’d see his beast. He could feel the power filling him. His eyes would be glowing, his cheeks hollowing, and his teeth would be sharpening.

I bite, too.

He crawled up her body. He shoved down his sweats and put the head of his cock at the entrance to her body. His claws came out then, and he didn’t try to hold back the change. She wanted him? She’d get him.

He raked his claws over her borrowed shirt, and she sucked in a quick breath as he shredded the soft cotton. Just shredded the t-shirt from hem to neck. But he didn’t mar her skin. Not that perfect skin. His head bent and he kissed her body. The curve of her stomach. Her belly button. Then up, up to her breasts and those tight nipples that tasted like sweet candy.

Her legs locked around his hips.

He shoved into her, a deep, hard thrust that made her gasp. Her pupils expanded, and the darkness seemed to fill her eyes. Her fangs peeked from behind her lips and she just whispered, “More.”

So he gave her everything.

His claws dug into the mattress. He withdrew, then thrust deeper, slamming into her again and again. She was wet and sensitive from her release and her soft moans just drove him on. So freaking tight. So hot. Sending him out of his mind.

He couldn’t get deep enough. The beast wanted so much more.

The beast was going to have her.

He caught the back of her head with one hand. “Bite.”

She did. Her fangs sank into his chest, right next to his breastbone. His teeth clenched as the pleasure doubled—tripled, and his cock swelled even more.

He let her drink, and her sex contracted around him in another orgasm. He loved those hot, little trembles around his cock—they made him even wilder.

He waited for them to stop, waited for her to pull her mouth from him, and when she did, he offered her a hard smile. “My way now.”

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes gleaming, and she just said, “Yes.”

He withdrew from her. Lifted her up and whirled her to face one of the wooden posts on that bed. He caught her hands, but then stilled, utterly lost for a moment at the sight of his claws over her delicate fingers.

Stop. Don’t hurt her. Pull back—

She looked over her shoulder at him. “I can see your fangs.” But she didn’t sound scared. “My…what sharp teeth you have, Julian.” Her voice was breathless. Definitely not afraid. Hungry.