Free Undertow: Building Sanctuary, Book Two by Moira Rogers Page A

him, and if he hadn’t figured that out… “Fine.” Two buttons popped off her shirt as she tore it open, and she balled up the fabric and threw it at his head. “I’ll do it right here.”
    The metallic sharpness of fresh blood filled the air. Victor opened his fist and the bent nails clattered to the floor. He drew in a deep, shuddering breath and let it out on a growl.
    Then he moved.
    His bleeding hand slapped against the door beside her head. Wild, heady power filled the cabin, more and more, until the walls seemed too flimsy to contain it. He lowered his mouth to hover over hers, stealing her breath and giving her his own. “You’ll do it right here.” A quiet whisper.
    Another command.
    This close, this intense , and still he held his body carefully away from hers. Make me. When she tried to say it, her tongue refused to move.
    He smiled and licked the corner of her mouth, and she gasped as pleasure tingled through her. “So much fire in you, Simone. Even when you hold your tongue it burns in your eyes.”
    Sheer frustration drove her answer. “You don’t know how hot I burn.”
    “Not nearly as hot as I could make you.” The hand not against the door landed on her side, fingers warm against her skin. “Would you like that? If I slipped my fingers between your legs and showed you how to melt?”
    Simone choked on a moan and scrambled to open her pants. “Touch me, Victor. Feel me.”
    He snarled and caught both of her hands, jerking them away from her body. For a moment she thought he intended to pull away, to leave her, but instead he guided her arms up, pressing her wrists against the door on either side of her head. “No going back,” he whispered hoarsely. “Still want me to touch you?”
    “Silly man.” The truth was terrifying, and she gave it to him anyway. “Whether you take me or not, I’m yours. I belong to you.”
    All of the tension drained out of him in the space of a heartbeat. Victor pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. “We’ll change. Run. I don’t want to be distracted trying to ignore the moon’s call, because what I plan to do to you will take hours.”
    This close, she was loath to release him. “Kiss me, just once.”
    “Not just once.” His lips curled into a smile before he pressed them to hers. Warm. Gentle, but unyielding.
    Heaven.
    Simone opened her mouth, straining toward him in absolute, utter need. Different this time, because she felt something new, something she’d only glimpsed in him before.
    Possession.
    He took his time kissing her, as if every moment before had been stolen and now he knew he could explore her at his leisure. His tongue swept along her lips, teasing one moment and strong the next, learning every inch of her.
    She didn’t realize she’d tried to move her hands until his fingers closed tight around her wrists. She bit his lower lip, a giddy sort of joy bubbling up inside her.
    His chest vibrated against hers, a low growl she felt more than heard. He tugged away only to close his teeth on the edge of her jaw. “Accept me, sweetheart. Let me in, and I can help the change go easier. I have power to spare.”
    It burned inside him, a warm glow that drew other wolves like moths to a flame. “That isn’t why. You know that, right?”
    “Why what, honey? Why you want me?”
    “Yes.” She felt suddenly shy.
    He smiled slowly, and it lit up his usually severe face. “I’m starting to believe that.”
    Her chest ached, this time with the words and promises she had to hold back. “Run with me. And tonight…”
    “And tonight.” He kissed her once more, then stepped back and closed his eyes. “Tell me when you’re ready. I’ll help you change.”
    Her pants hung open around her hips, and she pushed them to the floor with shaking hands. “I’m ready.”
    Soft power curled around her like a comforting blanket. It whispered to her wolf, coaxing her to life, and the readiness with which she responded surprised Simone. She