The Wolf Within (Purgatory #1)(51)

She remembered the first time she’d seen him. He’d come into her lab. Looked so intense. Dangerous.

His fingers brushed over her arm. Fingers.Not paws. He’d shifted back into the form of a man.

“Holly…”

He said her name with such need.

She whirled toward him.

And saw that the wolf wasn’t completely gone. His eyes still shined with the beast’s power. His face seemed sharper than before. His cheeks more hollow. His lips a bit more cruel. And his fangs were out.

Hers weren’t.

“Duncan?”

His hand rose. His fingers brushed over her cheek, and an expression of confusion flickered over his face.

“You need to leave,” she told him, voice husky.

He gave a hard, negative shake of his head. “Need…you.”

Then his head was bending toward her neck. Holly held herself perfectly still, not afraid of him, but afraid of what was happening between them.

Their relationship was dangerous. The world around them was spinning out of control. He should be cutting town and not looking back.

Instead, he’d come for her.

His breath blew lightly over her skin. Her hands rose to his shoulders and her fingers curled around him. “Duncan, you have to—”

His mouth closed over her, right there where her neck met the curve of her shoulder. She tensed, expecting pain, a bite, but he licked her flesh.

A wave of heat rose inside her.

“Need…” Duncan muttered again. “You.”

And she needed him.

The sharp edge of his teeth raked over her skin, but he didn’t hurt her. Had he ever?

Then his hands were on her shirt. He yanked, and the fabric tore. He tossed the material away. Shoved down her pants.

He lifted her into his arms. “Can’t think of anything…else…only you.”

Right then, he was all that mattered to her. “I was afraid I wouldn’t see you again.” Her confession.

“I’ll never leave you.” The promise was a man’s, not a beast’s.

Then they were in her bedroom. The lights were off. Like her wolf needed light to see. The mattress dipped beneath them. She expected wild, hot sex. He was coming off the full moon rush. Everyone had said this would be him at his most dangerous but…

But he was so careful with her now. As if he were afraid she couldn’t handle him. Silly werewolf. Was he forgetting what she really was?

His fingers pushed down her panties. Tugged away her bra. Then he was licking her. Licking her nipples. Sucking the tight peaks. Driving her out of her mind.

Her nails clawed down his back as she tried to force him to go faster. She didn’t need this slow build-up. She needed him. All of him. Holly didn’t know how much time they had.

But he wouldn’t hurry. He parted her legs. Put one hand on each thigh.

Then he put his mouth on her.

The first orgasm caught her by surprise. Holly hadn’t expected it to come so fast, but he licked her, stroked her with his tongue right on her clit, then pulled back, only to repeat that sensuous pattern and the release hit her, slamming into her.

But he didn’t stop. He kept tasting her. Stroking. Learning every inch of her body. When she tried to lunge up and grab him, he just caught her hands in one of his and pushed her back on the bed.

There was no stopping him. No controlling him. He was set on exploring every inch of her body.

Claiming every inch?

Her breath panted out and she took the pleasure that he gave her.

Her sex was aching, so eager to feel the surge of his cock within her. But he wasn’t coming close enough to her. Damn him. “Duncan!”

His head lifted. He licked his lips, as if still tasting her. His eyes locked on hers. “Only…you.” His dark growl.

Then he flipped her over on the bed. Lifted her onto her knees. Her hands were free, and they grabbed for the bedding, clenching around the sheets.

He was behind her. Covering her. He moved back her hair, and put his mouth on the curve of her shoulder once more. “No going back,” he said again, the words darker, sending a shiver over her.

She arched back against him just as his teeth sank into her skin. Shocked, she cried out even as he thrust inside of her. The pain from his bite faded almost instantly as he licked over the wound, and then he was thrusting, withdrawing, driving in deeper and harder—finally—and the lust and need spiraled inside of her.

But…

I know what he did.

She knew what his bite meant. It hadn’t been like a vampire’s bite.

When a werewolf bit in that spot, the mark was a claiming.

The bed creaked beneath them. Her fingers tightened on the bedding. The way he was thrusting into her, his cock slid right against the most sensitive part of her body, and, oh, it felt so good. He felt good. Right.

Incredible.

This time, the climax built in a fast and furious rush. Her whole body tightened because that pleasure was there, just out of her reach. She drove back against him, slamming down because she wanted all of him.

He gave her all.

His hands were on her waist now. Holding her tight. Moving her so that she had to take him in even deeper. That was just what she wanted.

Her fangs were coming out. An instinctive response that didn’t embarrass her. Why would it? Her lover had fangs of his own.