thigh, her hunger driving her wild. She
met his golden eyes, and saw the same hunger reflected in its depths.
A beast prowling, howling to be let loose. The fierce ache low in
her body was becoming almost too painful to bear. Charlotte jerked
her hips and groaned, when she felt her moisture pool between her
thighs. It had probably soaked through her panties and right through
her pants.
“ I need...” she breathed hard. You.
Lucas's eyes blazed and his hands tightened over her
wanton hips. Baring his teeth, he knelt down and roughly pushed her
leather pants down her legs. He removed her boots and wrenched her
pants from her ankles. At the sight and scent of her soaked cotton
panties, Lucas's fangs and claws lengthened.
Charlotte glanced down and saw through her hazy vision
that his fangs and claws weren't the only parts of his body that had
lengthened. A very manly part of him had grown longer and much
bigger as well. The head of his manly part was beaded with moisture,
and Charlotte had a sudden urge to touch him, and taste that most
intimate part of him.
Lucas had stood up and hoisted both her legs up to his
waist, so that she was forced to wrap her legs and arms around him to
prevent herself from falling. But instinctively she knew that he
would never let her fall. He pressed her back against the wall, and
she could feel the tip of his cock pressing against the wet fabric of
her panties.
Her flimsy, dripping panties was the only thing that
stood between his cock and her aching pussy. Would a pair of thin
cotton underwear protect her? Protect her from what? From her own
lust and rampaging libido?
What was it about this werewolf that made her heart beat
like mad, making every inch of her body ache and throb so
desperately?
True, he was handsome and sexy as hell, but there were
many handsome, sexy men all over the city. Demon and vampire males
were walking, winking temptations. So were most of the shifter
males.
So what was it about Lucas Rieve?
Her body wanted him, and him only. It was almost as if
her body...recognized him.
She blinked into his intense, golden eyes, trying to
clear her thoughts. But the feel of her nipples stabbing into his
solid chest made her moan and tighten her arms around his neck. She
arched her back and rubbed her nipples over his chest, savoring the
delicious friction between their bodies and the contrast between his
rock hard muscles and her soft, bouncy flesh.
He was all male.
And in his arms, she was just...his female.
Her proudly protruding nipples brushed across his chest
and touched his small, male nipples. Lucas jerked violently, as if
he had just been electrified.
Charlotte smiled, feeling a sense of triumph and power
over the alpha male. She liked what she did to him. She liked that
she seemed to unhinge him, a potent, powerful male, who was
struggling so hard to rein in his beast and his lust that he was
almost out of his mind.
She wanted, she realized with a start, to drive him out
of his mind with desire for her.
She breathed out a shuddering breath. She was playing
with fire. The thought thrilled her.
She ground her crotch down on his cock, feeling the
swollen head of his cock push against the wet, twisting material that
was the last barrier between them. With each roll and grind of her
hips, the material bunched and shifted, sliding to the side and
exposing more and more of her clenching pussy. With one hard thrust,
he would be inside her, his huge cock breaching her quivering, pink
folds and pushing deep into her.
She trembled, wanting him yet fearing him.
Lucas dipped his head to take her breast into his mouth,
and a high pitched keening sound escaped her throat. Her need was
now a spinning vortex, dragging her down and drowning her. Her
breaths came in sharp, ragged pants. Her brain was shutting down,
her vision blurring. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't
speak.
She clawed desperately into his shoulder, her nails
raking down his back. Lucas released