Free Primal Instincts by Susan Sizemore Page A

tumble of shining black hair obscuring her elegant profile. He appreciated the outline of her body beneath the clinging satin for a moment, licking his lips. But the gift wrapping didn’t hold his interest for long.
    He enjoyed the anticipation, the curl of desire tightening at his groin, the fire growing in his blood. The pulse of stirring fangs was pleasant in his mouth, not yet the driving ache he wanted. The inside of his mouth was warming, taste buds preparing for thefeast. His acute sense of smell honed in on the sharp tang of female scent.
    Her unique scent.
    He tugged on the edge of the sheet, cool satin caressing his fingers. He watched it caress her skin, knowing exactly how it felt to her as it slipped down her back, revealed a slender waist and the smooth mounds of her buttocks.
    He paused to appreciate her beauty. His vision adjusted as he watched. He took the time to savor the changing view. The red of the sheets darkened to near black. The lush body laid out before him grew clearer, white as alabaster, the pulsing blood beneath running in warm silver rivers. The scent of flesh was sweet in his nostrils and in the back of his mouth. Her body heat rose up in a heady mist, calling to him.
    His claws shredded the cloth in his hand, making him smile and bringing on a compulsion impossible to resist. He moved to sit on the bed. For a moment he held his palm over her back with his eyes closed. Close enough to be warmed by her heat but not touching.
    Anticipate. Anticipate. Hunger. Was there ever anything so sweet as hunger?
    Satisfying it.
    He touched her. Only one finger. The tip of one diamond-sharp claw.
    One small prick. One bead of blood. Another.Another. A thin line of blood down the long length of her spine. Silver of life emerging the scarlet of sex. The sweet heated scent merged with the tang of hot copper.
    His fangs grew over his bottom lip, craving.
    He gave a low, animal growl.
    Hunger, need, and pain merged into a deep answering groan from her throat. Her spine arched up toward him.
    Lie still, he ordered.
    She answered with a snarl. Her muscles tensed, but she didn’t move.
    Obedience deserved reward.
    His mouth came down, the tip of his tongue flicking. He tasted each scarlet drop, savored, licked hot silk skin, moved on. Her orgasms shot through him—into his mind and down to his cock. Her blood intoxicated him.
    She turned over when he reached the base of her spine. Sinuous and swift, she came at him with raking claws and gleaming fangs. Her predatory beauty sent a shock of intense heat through him, leaving him vulnerable for a fraction of a second. Long enough for claws to swipe across his chest. Pain and pleasure sang through him.
    She sucked the wounds, licked, and sank her fangs deeply into one of the cuts. He howled in ecstasy.
    Even as his mind shouted
, Control! Keep control!
he threw her down onto her back and held her there. She thrashed and snarled while he forced a kiss on her. They tasted each other as blood mingled from their lips and on their fangs and tongues.
    She swore when he pulled his mouth from hers, breaking the connection before the blood bond could build to the point where their tastes, their very essences, became one.
    He held her slender wrists locked in his large hand and held her down with his heavier body while he sank his fangs into her throat. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and his cock pressed against her belly. Awareness of her softness, her heat, excited him. Her awareness of him echoed back into his mind. She was just as excited, a little afraid, angry at his dominance. But pleasure at it, longing for it, flickered into flaming life in her soul.
    She couldn’t give in to this! Wouldn’t! Wanted to.
    Your soul is mine,
he told her.
    Fuck you!
    His mouth covered her nipple. His fangs sank into soft skin. His tongue stroked the already hard bud.
    Blood and sex. Necessary. The same.
    Nothing ever like this before.
    She was strong and fierce and fought