The Wolf Within (Purgatory #1)(24)

They fell onto the bed.

His hands pushed between them. He didn’t take his mouth from hers. Couldn’t. He kept kissing her. And he ripped her robe. It tore beneath his claws.

Claws.

He still had claws. Hell, no, he couldn’t hurt her. He yanked his mouth from hers. Tried to pull away from her.

“You can’t leave me now,” she said and pulled him back.

Duncan shook his head. His control was razor thin, and she didn’t understand how dangerous he was. “I’ll…hurt…”

It was all he could manage. He kissed her again. Drove his tongue past her lips.

No. Pull away. Get away.

Her hands curled around his shoulders. She arched against him. Her breasts were tight peaks. They rubbed over his chest, and his cock jerked in eagerness.

But he couldn’t touch her. He had claws. He’d slice open her skin. Can’t.

Her hands were sliding over his back. Soft, a silken touch. Helplessly, Duncan stretched into her touch.

Her legs were parted, with his much more powerful thighs between hers. They’d fallen this way when they tumbled onto the bed.

She was…aroused. He could smell the rich, heady scent.

He kissed a path down her neck. Licked her flesh. His hands were flat on the bed, on either side of her. He wouldn’t touch her with his hands.

Only his mouth.

She shivered beneath him. “You won’t hurt me.”

How was she so confident? He wasn’t. He just knew that it was too late to pull back now. The beast wouldn’t let him.

The man wasn’t strong enough to leave her.

His mouth lingered on the curve of her shoulder. He had the strongest urge to bite her there. To…mark her.

His teeth nipped her.

She moaned.

The thunder of his heartbeat drummed ever faster in his ear.

The nightmare that had become his life, the agency, Saul—none of that mattered then.

Only Holly.

Her nipples were a light pink. He put his mouth on one tight peak. Kissed. Sucked. Licked.

“Duncan!”

He loved the way she said his name. His fingers fisted on the bed covers. She was positioned so perfectly beneath him. All it would take was one deep thrust. He could already feel the wet heat of her arousal on the head of his cock.

One hard thrust.

He licked her nipple once more and then started to kiss his way down the curve of her stomach.

But her hands locked around his shoulders. “I need—”

His head snapped up. His eyes locked on hers. Whatever she needed, he’d give her.

“I need you,” she whispered, wetting her lips. “I can’t wait…please, Duncan!”

The roaring in his ears told him that he couldn’t wait either.

The covers were tearing beneath his claws.

Her legs lifted. Curled around his hips, and her body arched toward him.

He drove into her, as deep as he could go. She gasped. He f*cking growled. Then there was no holding back. There was only taking. Only pleasure. She was so tight around his cock. Squeezing. Hot. Perfect. He pulled back, thrust hard, again, over and over. The pleasure built, his spine tightened, his cock swelled even more.

He bent to kiss her. Tasting her even as he took her. And it was incredible. She was incredible.

Her sex squeezed even tighter around him. Holly pulled her head away from him, her breath heaving. Then she was kissing his neck. He felt the light rasp of her tongue on his skin.

She shuddered beneath him. Her body seemed to stiffen, and he knew her climax was close. So was his. He knew—

Her teeth sank into his neck. The bite shot a bolt of pure pleasure rocketing through him. He came, exploding within her on a release that was more powerful than anything he’d ever experienced.

His hips pistoned against her. He drove hard, plunging deep within her, as the pleasure hallowed him out.

And she was with him. He felt the ripples of her release. The contractions of her sex, and those small movements just increased his pleasure.

He could barely breathe, and he didn’t care.

The sex was that good.

Then she was licking his neck. Her fingers were falling away from his shoulders. The thunder of his heartbeat finally slowed down, and Duncan forced his head to lift.

Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes wide, but not sated—scared.

Duncan frowned. What the hell?

“I’m so sorry,” Holly whispered and a tear leaked down her cheek.

He bent and licked that tear away. “Can’t be sorry…” His words rasped out, “for sex that good.”

Her lips parted. His gaze dropped to her mouth, and he saw that her lips were red.

Wet.

Not from his kiss because that redness…

Her tongue swiped out, and she licked a drop of moisture away.

That redness was blood.

Unease snaked through him. “Holly?”

He could see the edge of her canines, peeking out beneath her top lip. Her canines were longer, sharper than before.

She’d bit my neck. The pleasure had exploded then, and he hadn’t cared about anything else.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again as she shoved him back.

The woman was far stronger than she should have been.

With the distance between them, he immediately missed the warmth of her body. Wanted back in her body. The pleasure they’d shared had just been the start. He wanted more. Much more.