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  His breathing quickened with each stroke of her fingers. In the silence of the room, he could even hear the slicking noises when she thrust her fingers within her pussy. “Lainie, please.”

  “Watch me,” she commanded and placed her foot on the bed beside his hip, spreading her thighs. Her panties were so wet he could see her fingers through the white silk. That was it. He sat up and jerked her down onto the bed with him.

  She struggled for a minute, unwilling to give him the upper hand.

  He reached out and ripped the underwear away, and watched her pleasuring herself. He almost stopped her, but became hypnotized by the sight of her long fingers sliding in and out of the wet, glistening folds of her sex.

  She pinched her clit between her fingernails, lifting her hips in imitation of the way they’d made love just last night. “Marcus.” Her voice sounded soft and thready; she was on the brink of release. “Fuck me.” With one last thrust of her fingers, she came with a low groan.

  He watched in astonishment when she licked her fingers clean. He pulled her hand to his mouth and did it too, scraping his teeth across her skin.

  She smiled up at him knowingly.

  Marcus pulled his pants off, almost ripping them in his haste. “I don’t know what the hell you were trying to prove by doing that, but I’ll be glad to let you know, it worked.” He sucked her lip and bit it, barely stopping before he drew blood. Almost angrily, he batted her hands away from her sex. “Mine,” he told her, his voice low and harsh. She laughed, a husky, sweet sound that told him she had no clue how jealous he’d been when he watched her fuck herself.

  “I’ll let you borrow it.” She smiled lazily at him, her eyes dark and heavy lidded from pleasure.

  “You know, as nice as that was to watch, and yeah, it was. “ He pulled her wrists up and looped the bra over them. Before she figured out what he was doing, he had them tied to the headboard. “I think I should show you just how it’s done.”

  She tugged at her bonds. Her breasts bounced with each movement, drawing his attention to them.

  “Like here, for instance.” He leaned down and kissed first one breast then the other, barely brushing his lips across the pebbled surfaces. “You were pretty rough. Maybe they liked it?” He met her eyes and winked. “Let’s see.” He squeezed her right breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers, as she had. He tugged the peak, twisting to the point of pain. Lainie arched up with a gasp. “I think you were right.” He rubbed his palm across her breast and she hissed.

  “Let’s see about this one.” He licked her nipple and blew on it. “It’s hard too, and sweet, how about another taste, hmm?” A soft stroke with his tongue, knowing she wanted him to do more. But, she’d teased him, and he intended to return the favor, in spades.

  His teeth grazed her nipple and she mewled. “Marcus.”

  He tugged with his teeth then sucked the nub into his mouth. He squeezed the soft mound, slicking his tongue across the soft creamy flesh of her upper breast, biting hard enough to leave a mark.

  “Oh God, yes.”

  He slid down her body, grinning when she whimpered. He pulled her legs apart and looked at her. Her pussy glistened and even as he watched a small bead of moisture slid from between the curls. He moved forward and caught it on his tongue. She hissed, bucking her hips toward his mouth. “Not yet,” he told her.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Watching your pussy weep for me.” He blew a stream of air, aiming it at her clit.

  “How do you know it’s for you?” She squirmed slightly, but he pushed her legs farther apart, sliding them under his arms, effectively trapping them.

  In this position, her outer lips slowly parted, revealing the dark pink flesh inside. He blew again, and she twitched. With a hungry smile, he made his move.

  “Marcus.” She practically shrieked when he pressed his mouth to her inner thigh. “I want—”

  “What you want is no longer an issue,” he informed her. She tried to wiggle away again. He clamped his arms down on her legs, pushing them even farther apart until her sex was totally exposed to his gaze.

  He pressed his lips to the soft skin where her thigh joined her torso and sucked.

  “Marcus?” Her voice held a beseeching quality. She groaned when he just licked her skin. Goose bumps rose up on her flesh and she shivered in his arms.

  “I’m making another mark, right here.” He made a small X mark with his tongue, and sucked the flesh into his mouth hard. She opened her eyes wide and looked down at him. His gaze never left her face. She watched him, hypnotized by the sight of his tongue gliding over her flesh.

  He tilted his head slightly and nibbled the inner edge of her slit. The wet, creamy juices clung to his tongue when he flicked it inside with darting little strokes designed to frustrate her. It worked; she screeched. “What is it, Lainie? Can’t stand to be teased?” He waited until she got the point. He wasn’t disappointed.

  “Fuck you.”

  “Not yet,” he answered before he thrust his tongue inside her. He concentrated and his tongue thickened, roughening slightly. He curled it upwards, flicking it inside her until he found the very spot that made her scream. “Beg me.” He stopped and whispered the command. She shook her head, refusing to do so. His tongue slid in and out of her, thrusting and coiling. Her pussy clenched around it, the muscles almost capturing the appendage. He moved his arms, pressing his hands against her inner thighs. His fingers slid around her ass, squeezing.

  He used his thumbs to spread her open. The small pink nub slid out from beneath the folds surrounding it. He lunged forward, capturing it between his lips. She hiccupped, sobbing with the force of her climax. He didn’t stop, only scraped it with his teeth, bringing another dimension in, one she seemed to like. “You’re soaking wet, baby.”

  “Please.”

  He sucked her into his mouth, biting gently She creamed for him again and he stole another lick, at the opening of her passage. “Damn, you taste good.”

  “Oh, God, Marcus, please.”

  “I don’t know.” He paused to lick the nub again, smiling when she shuddered. The entrance to her sex clenched, tightening and opening with her orgasm. “I think you need a little more instruction.”

  “I won’t be tied to this bed forever.” She glared at him. “And when I get loose, you’ll be sorry.”

  “Was that a threat?” he asked, his voice low and hard. He lay poised to put his mouth back on her again. Even as she watched, he licked the side of her sex.

  “No,” she told him quickly. “It wasn’t.”

  “I think it was.” He buried his face against her, ignoring her thighs clenching around his face. Instead, he devoured her, reveling in the taste and smell of her. She screamed his name with the next climax.

  “Please, just stop. I won’t—” She stuttered, unable to form the next word.

  He caught her clit between his teeth again, this time, tugging slightly so that it distended. His tongue lapped at the tip, and she shuddered.

  He finally noticed the tears. With one more lick, he stopped, laying his head on her belly. He stroked her thighs, circling the mark on her leg with his finger. Even that touch made her jerk and her breath rasp harshly in her throat.

  He moved beside her, running his hands over her breasts and belly. Each time he got close to her sex, her muscles clenched. “Are you gonna tease me like that again?”

  She glared at him, not speaking.

  “Ah, Lainie. Don’t be mad.” He kissed her and she opened her mouth easily enough. Too easily, it turned out because she bit him. Aroused by what amounted to love play for him, he squeezed her breasts harder than before.

  He turned her over on her belly. “What are you doing?” Her question ended on a gasp when he pulled her up on her knees and plunged his cock inside her so hard his balls slapped against her clit.

  Her pussy squeezed him, the muscles dancing around his shaft as she stretched to accommodate him. “I asked you a question.�
� He thrust again, grabbing her waist and pulling her back against him.

  “Fuck you, Marcus,” she answered, unwilling to give in.

  “That’s what we’re doing.” He squeezed her ass, caressing the soft globes of flesh. His thumb slid into the cleft, stroking the tight little hole there. She tried to jerk away, but he just pulled her closer, never breaking the rhythm of his strokes.

  Everything he did aroused her to a fever pitch. Lainie was unable to contain a moan when he squeezed her ass again. His thumb pressed a little harder against her anus. Her body clenched tight, but her pussy grew even wetter. “Marcus.” She hissed his name.

  In response, he smacked his hand down on her ass hard enough to sting. “Hey!” She glared at him over her shoulder. He grinned back at her, looking like a marauding pirate. “Don’t do that shit again.”

  But he did, and then rubbed the reddened flesh. She bucked her hips back against him. His movements became more savage. He looked positively feral. He plunged stealing her breath with the impetus of his strokes.

  He slid one hand to her breasts, tweaking first one nipple then the other. His free hand moved to the curls between her legs, finding her clit. She braced her legs further apart, taking him inside as far as she could. “Yes, harder.” Her voice was hoarse from her screams.

  “Put your hands on the headboard and hold on.” He could barely draw in enough oxygen to get the words out.

  He filled her, his cock bumped the entrance to her womb and she keened softly, thrusting back against him. “Marcus, don’t stop. Please, right there.” She stiffened, squeezing her thighs together.

  “Damn, Lainie.” His body tightened, tingles beginning in the base of his spine, radiating outward to his balls. He slid his arm around her belly, lifting her against him as he ground his hips against her. He swelled inside her and she cried out as it took her over the edge.

  Marcus was past all reason, his eyes narrowed and he knew they’d changed to the amber color of his wolf form. He reached up and ripped the bra off the headboard, uncaring that the wood splintered as well. He wanted her as close as possible and this wasn’t doing it for him.

  He lifted her in his arms, sliding to the edge of the bed. Here, she was at just the right height. He slid back inside her with a grunt and leaned down to skim his teeth over her spine. She arched her back against his mouth. He bit her neck, holding her in place. She screamed and bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts, her ass pressing into his abdomen. He tasted blood and his balls tightened. “Baby, let go.”

  She couldn’t or wouldn’t and then it was too late. This time, their mating had been too primitive, arousing every instinct he’d suppressed the first time so he wouldn’t scare her. His self-control left him. His head fell back and he howled long and hard. His cock swelled, trapping him as he poured his seed inside her.

  She clenched her fingers in the coverlet, closing her eyes tightly. Her pussy quivered around him, milking each and every drop.

  With each heartbeat, his cock throbbed. The juices of her sex sluiced down onto his balls and thighs, warm and wet. “Lainie, just lie still,” he whispered against her ear. He kissed her, smoothing his hands up and down her arms. He couldn’t pull out of her right now, not without hurting her and himself.

  “Marcus, you’re squishing me,” she told him, her voice muffled. She tried to wiggle out from under him, gasping when she found that they were still connected. “Oh that feels…” She trailed off and moved her hips. “Nice.”

  He moaned, gritting his teeth. “If you don’t stop, we’ll be starting over.”

  “What was the reason for all of this?” She snuggled against him with a happy sigh.

  “To teach you a lesson.”

  “Oh,” she replied in a faint voice, “I’ll be sure to do it again then. But, let’s wait a little while. I don’t know if I’m up to any more of your brand of teaching right now.” She turned her head and smiled at him sleepily, her lashes growing heavy even as he watched. “Are we going to stay this way all night?”

  “Yes, damn it.” He moved them both up on the bed, turning her on her side. “Like spoons.”

  She giggled then yawned. “More like tab A goes into slot B, but I’m not complaining. If you do decide to start your next lesson, be sure and wake me up first.”

  He pressed his forehead against her shoulder and muffled an exasperated laugh. So much for teaching her a lesson. She thought it was all a game. “Lainie, that’s not—”

  Her light snore interrupted him. Astonishingly, she fell asleep while his cock was buried inside her. He had a long wait until he could do the same.

  Chapter Fifteen

  On the fourth day of her stay at Marcus’s house, Lainie woke, squinting her eyes in the bright morning sun. She stretched then winced when her muscles protested the movement.

  Remembering the reasons she was so sore brought a smile to her face. Since the night she’d tried to escape, she’d been in this bed or on the floor or… Her smile widened when she spied Marcus standing outside in a pair of cutoff sweatpants and nothing else. He was one fine specimen of a man. She propped her head on her hand and lay on her side, watching as he moved through the complex steps of his morning exercises.

  Through the half-opened door, the loud whooshing of his exhales reached her. His legs were about hip width apart and slightly bent at the knees. He moved his hands slowly, making the motions as graceful as any dance.

  She continued to stare, fascinated by the play of muscles rippling down his back. The sight of his sweaty form made the muscles of her pussy tighten. She moved her thighs restlessly on the bed and grimaced at the sticky residue leftover from the night before. He’d been domineering and possessive again. Despite her modern woman’s way of thinking, she admitting that she liked it a hell of a lot. Did this make her a closet sub? And if so, was Marcus a leather-wearing dominatrix. No, that was the lady one. What the hell was a man one called? A domino, domineer, dominus? She’d have do a cyber search on that later, or she’d go crazy.

  Lainie slid from the bed and hurried into the bathroom, pausing to stare at her reflection in the mirror over the sink. She looked like she’d been well loved—more like well used. Leaning closer to see the fading bite mark on her breast, she noticed something strange about it. The indentions from his incisors were a lot deeper than they should be. She curled her lip to examine her own.

  She twisted and turned, noting the marks on her body, telling the tale of how she’d spent her nights. Small bruises on her wrists and hips where he’d held her down. The mark on her thigh was an outright hickey though. She looked like she’d been in a fight. With a snarl to rival any 80's pop star, she sang out, “Love is a battlefield.” Then smothered her laughter behind her hands and went to shower.

  Marcus paused with his hand raised to knock when the sound of what he thought were sobs made him pause. Had he hurt or scared her? Now she’d run and he couldn’t blame her in the least. His shoulders drooped. Wait, he could still salvage this. All he had to do was make it up to her. He twisted the knob and entered the steamy bathroom.

  Lainie was in the shower stall. Glass blocks came halfway up, leaving the rest of the area open. A large skylight above illuminated her soapy skin. Marcus leaned on the partition and just enjoyed the view. She didn’t look scared or upset. On the contrary, she seemed content as she stood beneath one of the sprayers lathering her hair. The scent of his shampoo teased his nostrils and he smiled, liking that she shared his scent. He’d liked her smelling like his come last night too, but this would do just as well. He’d marked her as his own. Without even knowing it, she would be advertising that fact to any other werewolf she met.

  With each movement of her hands in her hair, her breasts bounced. He watched the soft mounds of flesh moving rhythmically and licked his lips in anticipation. Her eyes opened and she sputtered with shock. “Ack! Shit! My eyes!” She tried to climb the wall, but her feet couldn’t get purchase on the slick tile. “What are you trying to do, give
me a heart attack?” She brought her arms up in an attempt to shield her nudity from his gaze.

  “Why are you doing that?”

  “I always wash my hair.” She blinked to clear her eyes then wrinkled her nose. “Don’t you?”

  He sighed and rolled his eyes. “I meant that I’ve seen you naked. So why are you covering up now?”

  “For all I knew you were a psycho, sneaking in here while I’m in the shower.” She bowed her head under the spray.

  “This is my bathroom, I don’t have to sneak.” In a flash he was in front of her with his arms folded across his chest. His clothes lay in a puddle on the bathroom floor.

  “How do you move so damn fast?” She backed up when he came into the stall with her.

  “I’m just that good.” He pulled her hands away from her breasts and sucked in his breath. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry. Is that why you were crying?” He took in the deep bruising of the skin right above her nipple. It looked even worse today.

  She frowned, tilting her head to one side. “When was I crying?”

  He gave her a sheepish grin. “A few minutes ago. I was listening at the door.”

  She blushed. “No, I was laughing about something else.” She pointed at the bruise. “This, well, this I kind of liked at the time.”

  “Did you now?”

  “Yeah.”

  He stroked the skin around the mark then leaned down and kissed it. “Still sorry.”

  “Still gonna make you pay.” She giggled and flicked water on him.

  “How?”

  “Oh, maybe by doing this.” She licked a path down his chest, pausing to spear his navel with her tongue. “Mm, nice and salty.”

  Marcus watched her slide to her knees and take his cock in her hands. She handed him her sponge and then squeezed him. With a wicked smile, she arched her brow. “Are we going to exfoliate, or fornicate?”

  “Urk?”

  “Ooh, I like a man with an extended vocabulary.” Before he could think of a reply, she opened her mouth and took him in. She licked the head, flicking the sensitive spot where the tip began to flare out. He moved to lean against the wall. His knees were buckling and she hadn’t even really gotten started.