Free Insatiable Craving: 2 (Insatiable Nights) by Rosalie Stanton Page A

get to this without a fight? She hadn’t come here for sex. How could someone she didn’t know make her feel more loved than anyone before him?
    Her eyes stung again but Ginny didn’t fight it this time. Didn’t fight her tears and didn’t attempt to quiet her whimpers. Instead, she clung to him, clenched him tight every time his dick dipped back inside her. Maybe if she squeezed hard enough he’d never leave.
    Maybe this wouldn’t be over and she wouldn’t have to worry with what came after.
    “Razor…”
    “Mmm, fuck.” He panted, his fingers digging into her ass. “You grip me so good.”
    Her muscles clenched around him again, a small whimper choking between her lips every time his cock drew away from her. “Oh… Oh God…”
    One of the hands on her ass disappeared and was, the next second, slithering between their warring bodies.
    “Come again, baby. I know you have another in you.”
    Ginny hiccupped, a hard tremor shaking through her.
    Then he was touching her, his fingers on her clit every time her pussy swallowed him, and she was a goner. Shapes blurred and colors melted and she could do nothing but follow. Her body broke into spasms, her vaginal walls hugging him tight and the air around her head growing so hot she didn’t think she could maintain consciousness.
    After a few seconds, fighting the welcome black seemed foolish, so she closed her eyes and let it come. As the last of her world melted away, she would have sworn she heard an animal roar, but she was gone before she could question it.

Chapter Five
     
    If his heart thundered any harder the ground beneath him would shake. Razor couldn’t think, couldn’t move—hell, at this point he was afraid to breathe. The dull ringing in his ears blocked out the sound of his own hard gasps, but given how deeply his chest ached he knew he was gulping air like a man who just seconds ago was drowning.
    His arms were still around her, but by some small saving grace, Ginny had passed out. Though he had no way of knowing what had sent her over the edge—the orgasm that had ricocheted through her body and into his or the fact his wolf had struggled free.
    Fur lined his arms and stretched up his neck. His eyesight had sharpened and his canines were extended. The sweet smell of woman had crawled into his nostrils, spiced with the hot twang of sex and sweat. Something resembling a howl had seared off his lips just seconds before, taking all sense of sound with it. He had lost control in a very real way—a way he couldn’t conceal or deny, and it hadn’t been due to anger. For the first time in his life.
    Panic smacked his chest like a gunshot. “Oh my God,” he whispered, and at once sound returned—a booming explosion that nearly knocked him onto his back.
    Then another scent tickled the air. A very welcome scent, no matter how much the prospect of discovery terrified him.
    Aria.
    Thank Christ. Maybe she would know what to do.
    “Holy fucking shit!” she screamed, making him wince. An abundance of anything while he was wolfed out was too much, and no one knew how to pitch a shrill like Arianna McClain. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
    Razor tightened his hold on Ginny and tried to turn. Aria stood in his office doorway, her jaw inches from the floor, her wide eyes glaring silver daggers at him. “This isn’t what it looks like,” he said, then winced. God, how pathetic could one man be?
    “So you didn’t just take a long-ass stage break to fuck a stranger with your goddamn door open?”
    “All right, it might be exactly what it looks like.” Razor frowned. He really had forgotten to close the door. Jesus, what in the world had gotten into him?
    The answer to that particular question was easy. Ginny. The second she’d stepped into Electric Panther tonight, his body had gone tense with awareness and his cock had hardened damn near painfully. He’d known then he was in trouble, but hadn’t realized nearly how much until their gazes