Rapture Untamed (Feral Warriors #4)(61)

They came together in an explosion of heat and need, nothing like the sweetness in his bedroom before. And it was war. Jag grabbed her knotted hair and yanked her head back, dipping his head to lick and suck at her throat while his other hand gripped her thigh, yanking it high on his hip, nearly lifting her off her feet as he opened her to his seeking erection and drove himself inside her.

She cried out with the exquisite pressure of him filling her, then she lifted her other leg, hooking both around his waist. He grabbed her bu**ocks and slammed into her, over and over, driving them both to a fast, explosive release.

But the battle had just begun. Jag pulled out of her, dropping her to her feet, then grabbed her hair and pushed her down.

"On your knees, Red."

As she dropped to one knee, he yanked her head back and shoved his c**k into her mouth. She sucked hard on that damp, swollen flesh, loving the feel of it in her mouth even as she rose to the challenge of his bid for dominance.

She sucked harder and harder until he winced.

Pamela Palmer Rapture Untamed

"Sugar..."

Olivia released her grip on his c**k at the same moment she shot up, sweeping her leg and knocking his own out from under him.

Jag hit the ground hard, and she was on top of him, grabbing his c**k and taking it into her mouth her way.

He groaned with intense pleasure, arching into her, and she grabbed his nuts with her free hand, yanking and pulling on them with just enough force that he quickly came in her mouth with a guttural yell of pure pleasure.

No sooner had he finished, than he clamped his legs around her and rolled, flinging her to her back in the rough grass. His body pinned hers, his mouth diving to her breast and taking it roughly. Wonderfully.

He shoved two fingers inside her, and she arched up, driving him deeper. And then he moved back between her legs, clamping his hands around her thighs and wrenching them wide. With a hard, devilish gleam, he went down on her, licking between her legs, sucking her swollen clit into his mouth.

She arched, crying out with the pleasure, then groaned as he released her and sat back. A moment later, her body began to tingle with the strange and wonderful electricity she felt every time he shifted. Her eyes flew open and she stared into Jag's as he shifted into a large, darkly spotted jungle cat.

"Jag," she breathed, transfixed. Understanding slammed into her and she made a sound that was half laughter, half disbelief. "You are not f**king me as a cat."

He didn't answer, just watched her with those hunter's eyes, his tongue flicking out between a wicked set of fangs. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, and yet on a deep, primal level lurked the illogical fear that he'd open those jaws and use those teeth to tear her asunder.

The fear thrilled through her blood, more rollercoaster fright than genuine concern, setting her heart to racing and her blood to pounding, the adrenaline ratcheting high.

The great cat rose, padding over her until he straddled her, his fanged face inches from her own. His hot breath smelled surprisingly sweet, not at all what she would have expected from a wild animal.

Then again, the wildness of this animal came from the man himself.

Without warning, with a lick of her chin, the great weight of him settled on top of her, much as it had in the woods during the draden attack. But this time she could feel his warm fur down the entire length of her bare body.

"Jag, get off me. We're not doing this."

Jag's voice sounded softly in her head.Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like?

"You are truly perverted."

Why? Because I like to make love to you in unusual ways?

His words caught her by surprise and rang falsely in her heart. "No. You're not making love to me out here at all. You did that only once. In your room, on the wreckage of your bed, you made love to me. Tonight, all we've done is f**ked, nothing more."

She grabbed his jaguar's head in both hands. "Shift, Jag. Shift back, dammit!"

With a low growl, he began to shimmer. The magic swept over her, into her, as he shifted back into a man, the feel incredible.

And he was once more a man, his body covering hers. With a hard thrust, he entered her, shoving himself deep inside her once, twice. He pulled out, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her knees.

Olivia growled with frustration. "The jackass is back."

Without answering, he jerked her hips back and mounted her hard from behind.

There was no tenderness, no care in his touch. He was punishing her for her honesty.

Punishing them both.

"Damn you," she hissed, and pulled her knee up, slamming her heel back into his upper thigh, knocking him back on his rear. With the speed and force gained from her feeding, she turned and launched herself at him, tackling him down. In a single move, she straddled him and took him deep inside her, face-to-face.

Jag's big hands gripped her hips, and he thrust deep, his eyes closing as he arched back.

But she locked her thighs, holding him inside her, not letting him move. "Look at me, Feral," she demanded.

His eyes opened, blinking lazily as he complied.

Pamela Palmer Rapture Untamed

"We're going to have a talk, you and I."

"Now?" he asked with a laugh.

"Right now, while I have your attention."

His fingers flexed in her bu**ocks cheeks. "Sugar, you most certainly have my attention."