Free Getting Wilde by Jenn Stark

and he shuddered out a ragged breath before he could continue. “Quite specific.”  
    His lips finally reached the most sensitive point on my body, and something gave way within me, something hot and primal that ached for Armaeus on the level of blood and bone. Was this what I had experienced before, a need so strong, so devastating, that my mind had discarded the memory of it rather than force my modern, mortal sensibilities to deal with the fallout?  
    I didn’t know, and I was long past caring. As the wet heat of Armaeus’s tongue slid out to meet my own surging reaction, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. I threw my head back and cried out, sagging against the wall as Armaeus sent whorls of fresh panic and desire surging through me, my body shuddering against him as his fingers suddenly replaced his mouth to send me skittering out of control in an entirely different direction.  
    While my attention fractured, unsure where to focus, Armaeus kissed a northward arcing curve up over my belly, his body swaying into mine as he stood again. Then his free hand lifted to push my tank top out of the way of my straining, desperate breasts.  
    “Very specific,” he murmured, words that meant nothing to me at this point as he caressed my left breast with a long, lingering kiss, taking the nipple between his teeth. All the while, his fingers stroked deep within me, curving and twisting, taking me fast and hard down the path to my release. I’d almost lost myself to the play of his hand again when he sucked the tip of my breast into his mouth, hard.  
    I rammed right up against the edge of orgasm, every nerve in my body ripped tight with tension. Then the pressure fell away, and I blinked my eyes open, barely able to focus, only to find that Armaeus’s face was right before mine, his eyes shimmering with an unearthly intensity. His fingers twitched again, and their renewed insistence twisted me into a knot as primal and complex as the one hanging around my neck.  
    “Please,” I managed brokenly, though I didn’t know what I was asking of him. Did I want him to stop? To keep going? To rip off the amulet and—  
    No . A force so deep in me it seemed etched into my bones shot out, matching my carnal desire with its own desperate demands. Stay away! Go back! You can’t—  
    And then something, just—shattered.    
    I didn’t so much fall over the edge as crash off it, my hands coming away from the wall with sudden freedom as I tumbled into Armaeus’s arms, my body sprawling over his, all legs and arms and half-muffled screams. He caught me easily, crushing me in his grasp as if by strength alone he could keep my skin intact. I came apart, my lungs heaving, my heart thundering, and a new and unholy need swamped me so hard that I nearly blacked out. Armaeus murmured something to me in a foreign language that very well could have been English at that point, but all I could do was gasp and shake my head violently, tears of rage and panic threatening to surge forth.  
    “Make it stop !” I cried, realizing dimly that I was pounding his chest. “I can’t do this!”  
    “I could remove the—”  
    “No!” I shoved him away as I felt the slender silver pendant shift on my chest, heat exploding from the amulet. I stumbled backward across the floor, landing on my ass near the pile of my discarded clothes. I snatched them up, then stumbled a few more feet away for good measure. “Don’t touch me!” I snarled, the demand unreasonable even to me, given that he was now halfway across the room.  
    Armaeus nodded, but his eyes looked almost…inhuman now. Lit with a fire I had never seen before, at least not that I could remember.  
    “This sucks ,” I bit out, wrenching my clothes on, reholstering my gun, pulling on my jacket as I patted pockets, sleeves, collars, reassuring myself that everything was still there. “This  absolutely sucks .”  
    “We could try it again if you were unsatisfied—”