Free Shifter's Lady by Alyssa Day Page B

the initiative in bed sport, and actually bitten him. She felt as though the panther side of his nature had communicated itself to her soul, and she, too, wanted to snarl and bite and dig hernails into his back, leaving no doubt in his mind that she was laying claim to him as well.
    For one terrifying and thrilling moment she rose over him to conquer him, but then the predator in Ethan took command, and he growled low in his throat, then roared out a feral claim. He was alpha and master of his domain; he was fiercely primitive.
    He was everything she’d never wanted and never known, and she was drowning in the sensation of him.
    Ethan set his mouth on her and licked and kissed and bit her skin from her lips to her chin and then down to her neck. He bit the juncture where her neck met her shoulder, and she cried out at the electric current that sizzled down through her body. Her nipples tightened and hardened nearly to the point of pain, and then suddenly he moved down again and ran his tongue across one stiff point, and she cried out again. He lifted his head, a look of such fierce triumph on his face that the mere sight of it caused creamy heat to pool between her thighs.
    â€œI warned you I would taste every inch of you,” he repeated, his voice so rough that the sound of it rasped across her sensitized nerve endings. “I always make good on my promises.”
    He lowered his head to her breast and sucked one nipple into his mouth, licking and kissing it, then sucking it so hard that she cried out as the shock waves from the pull of his mouth sent arrows of knife-edged desire driving through her body. With his fingers, he caressed and pinched her other nipple, switching back and forth between the two until she was writhing on the bed beneath him, nearly mindless with hunger.
    â€œPlease,” she moaned. “Please, it’s too much, Ethan. Please.”
    â€œNot yet,” he said. He moved back up the bed and kissed her again, eating at her mouth until she thought he’d devour her, his hands stroking and caressing every part of her except for the center of her need. She returned the favor, frantically shaping his rock-hard biceps and the sculpted muscles of his back and bottom with her hands. Every inch of him was lean and hard and purely male.
    He drove her to a fury of desire and insanity until she finally grasped his thick, glossy hair with both hands and yanked his head back from hers. “I need you now,” she said; it was her turn to issue commands.
    Victory shone in his eyes, but she did not feel conquered by it. Rather, she felt herself the victor as well.
    â€œI need you, too, ocean girl. I need to taste you and make you scream my name.”
    She shook her head and tried to prevent him from moving down her body. “No, there is no…That is not necessary. Although that form of lovemaking can be pleasant, I—”
    He froze, and stared at her in patent disbelief. “Pleasant?
Pleasant?
Who have you been…?”
    Then his eyes darkened to the color of molten gold, and he bared his teeth in a grimace. “Never mind. I don’t want to hear about any other man in your bed. Not now, not ever. Instead, I’m going to make you forget any other man ever touched you.”
    In a swift motion, he settled himself between her thighs and draped them over his shoulders. Before she could say another word, he put his mouth on her.
    She screamed his name when she came.
    Ethan didn’t give her time to float back down from the spiral. Marie’s body was still spasming with aftershocks when he positioned himself between her legs and held his cock so that the thick head nudged its way into her creamy liquid heat. She tasted like spice and honey, and every muscle in his body was demanding that he drive every inch of his cock as far into her as he’d go.
    But he waited, muscles trembling from the effort it took to hold back. Hunger and violent urgency raged inside