Free RaleighPointRescueSue by Victoria Sue Page B

his leg over her hip, and
she caught a scent of something delicious, earthy like the most exotic flower
she had ever smelled. All spices. The smell invaded her pores, reached into her
skin, tugged at something inside her, and
it moved.
    Lisa gasped, and Mac chuckled, bent his head, and inhaled
deeply. “Something’s waking up, I think. Delicious.”
    Lisa preened.
    Catching his face between her hands, confidence flooded her
heart at his words. “So I thought mates would kiss more than this really—”
    Lisa’s words were effectively cut off as Mac growled and
captured her mouth.
    He had kissed her earlier, but this, this was complete possession.
Her heart stuttered as she recognized the demand for complete surrender. She
reveled in each suck, gasp, and taste as if ownership were being stamped on
every single cell of her body. His kiss was so thorough and overpowering, she could feel it to her toes.
    Her senses were on complete overload. That heavenly sweetness
and honey scent earlier came from him. It wound around her. She lifted her
arms, wrapping them around his neck, and clung on. Her clothes were coming off.
Mac had effectively been kissing and stripping her without pausing, and she had
been too wrapped up in him to notice.
    Her jeans were nearly ripped off, and she heard them connect
with the wall.
    So,
in a hurry then.
    Something defiant stirred inside her at Mac’s dominance.
Like a small door had opened inside her and something else was there, urging
her, pushing her.
    Lisa rose up on the bed and pushed Mac back. “Lay down.” If
Mac was surprised at the command in her voice, he didn’t show it. Lazily he
stretched his length on the bed. Blue eyes gazing up at her. Still. Waiting.
    Lisa lifted one leg and straddled his hips, deliberately,
carefully, nudging his cock with her wet pussy. Mac groaned and closed his
eyes.
    “No, open them. I want you to see me.”
    Heavy lids snapped open, and his eyes burned to black. She
snaked a hand out and trailed one finger around his jaw. Lisa scraped one
stubby nail along a full bottom lip that parted on a gasp. Good. She wanted to
unravel him. The man had too much damn control sometimes. Lisa pushed her
finger inside and swiped under his top lip and along sharp teeth.
    Mac groaned again, and his hips rocked. So, he liked that,
did he? She grazed the nubs of his canines, and they moved, hardened and grew
longer. He gasped as much as he could with his mouth open. He made a high
pitched noise in the back of his throat, and his cock throbbed in answer under
her. Bending down, she kissed the side of his lips. When he moved to turn his
head, she stroked the tip of her tongue inside to follow her finger. When she
touched the tip of his tooth, he gave a whole body shudder. She pulled away.
    “You’re killing me, honey.”
    Lisa grinned. She didn’t think she was. But anyway, it was
going to be a long, slow, torturous, death. Nibbling kisses along his throat,
she was very aware of the scrape of her nipples along the coarse hair of his
chest. “Touch them.”
    Mac brought both hands up to cradle her breasts. She’d
always thought them ugly, too big. Now, in his hands, they seemed a perfect
fit. He pinched each one and rolled it between his finger and thumb. Pain and
pleasure had her arching her back and in one move, Mac had her spun around and
on her back. “Lay back, alpha-mine.”
    Lisa heard the power resounding from his voice. Part of her
was afraid. She knew he was only giving her control a moment ago, because he
could. He could take it away in a heartbeat if he chose to. Could she trust
someone to have that sort of power over her?
    Mac’s lips demanded her attention. She whimpered as his head
bent to her breast, and it was only the strength of his body that kept her on
the bed as his lips touched. Her whole body jack-knifed as a charge of
electricity zapped between her breast and her pussy. Her insides curled upwards
as she strained toward him. He broke off from