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left and nowhere to go unless he
rammed into her womb, and the temptation was unbearable. It was all he could do
to hold onto his humanity.
    Josie
panted and sweated, shaking with reaction to the strain. Every inch of her
pussy was stretched around him. Her small human hands clung to him but it was
his strength alone controlling the depth of his penetration. Jared expected
Josie to react with disgust or fear and to flip out on him at any second.
Instead, she gazed up at him with awe. A smile lit her face.
    Jared
shifted his hold on her ass, being ever so careful not to nick her soft skin
with his claws. He lowered his head, inhaling the scent of her skin and her
sex. Cat. Companion. Friend. Lover. Mate . How the hell would he ever
explain her to his parents?
    “Fuck
me, Wolfy. Fuck me hard,” Josie teased, pressing a kiss to the underside of his
throat. For a wolf, it was a sign of submission.
    Howling
loud enough to raise the roof, Jared surged against Josie’s core, eliciting a
scream from the werecat as his cock slammed her pussy. He took her with
powerful thrusts, claiming her in the most primal way possible. He stood with
his head thrown back and his hands supporting her buttocks, maintaining a
precarious balance. His hips undulated, driving the rhythm and the pleasure
that defied reason.
    Josie
held her own, demonstrating a sinuous limberness. Her ankles were locked across
the small of his back; her powerful thighs gripped his hips. She slid along his
length, owning him, redefining the very act of copulation. Together, grunting
and sweaty, they strained until Josie climaxed with a long wail of pleasure.
    The
second before his balls tightened, Jared turned his face into the curve of
Josie’s neck. He snarled and his teeth flashed, ripping out the side of her
throat. Her blood burned his mouth. She tasted of copper and sex and life and
death. Her body convulsed with inseparable pain and pleasure as blood gushed
from the wound. Jared threw back his head to release a triumphant howl and then
everything went white hot as his climax crested.
    ****
    Jared
left Josie in a pool of blood on the bathroom floor. She lay on her back with
her hands clutched to her torn flesh. Her breathing was fast and shallow, and
her heartbeat labored. Cheeks wet with tears, her expression was one of pain
and despair. He’d done worse than rip out her throat, he’d broken her heart.
    He
sank to one knee beside her, leaning over to whisper into her ear. “Don’t shift
until I’m gone.” He did not apologize for being a bastard; the anger would keep
her strong. The cat glared at him with baleful eyes, accusing him of being a
wretched traitor. The worst part? She had been right from the beginning.
    He
washed in the sink and then went to the outer cell area to dress, leaving the
door wide open behind him.. The black leather pants and boots were skin tight
and not something he would have chosen, but he pulled them on anyway.
    Jared
finished rubbing the oil onto his chest and shoulders, giving up on his back
with a shrug. So what if the fang gang was disappointed because every inch of
him wasn’t shiny? In an hour, they would have much bigger concerns. Jared had
picked up the studded leather collar to examine when Carl entered the basement.
As predicted, there were two vampires with him—Evangeline and a strange male.
Both of the leeches picked up on the blood scent.
    “Smells
like a fresh kill,” the male vampire commented, sniffing with interest. “Evangeline,
you never said you were feeding your wolf live food.” As he spoke, his eyes
flared and his fangs elongated with arousal.
    “Jared,
you finally ate her.” Evangeline smiled. The vampire wore a black gown and her
chestnut hair was pinned up in an old-fashioned hairstyle.
    “I
didn’t leave enough for you,” Jared informed the male vampire. He deliberately
did not look back, ignoring the body in the bathroom.
    Carl
stared at Jared with disbelief and maybe disappointment. “I