his. There was no hesitation in her. Iona knew what she wanted, and she was taking it.
Jamie knew exactly what he wanted, too, and he’d be damned if he ever gave her up.
They were hungry from the start. Wild. Full of lust and need. Their kisses were hard, their tongues tasting. He’d never get enough of her. He
never
wanted to taste another woman. The taste would be bitter. But Iona…
Perfect.
Their hands were greedy and eager. Iona’s body was slick from the soap and water. Her fingers brushed over his chest. Over the old scars—some he’d gotten just as a child, long before he could shift and heal—that would always mark him.
Then…she slid down onto her knees before him.
Jamie hadn’t expected the move, and he tried to pull back. “You don’t need to—”
“I
want
this.” Demanding, not asking.
As if he’d deny her anything.
Then her mouth closed around the tip of his cock, and Jamie’s knees locked. Sweet fucking hell. Her tongue rasped over him. She took him in deeper as she sucked his flesh. The low moan that Iona gave vibrated along his cock and had him nearly exploding in her mouth.
I made a promise.
One he wouldn’t forget, even if the woman was trying to make him go blind from pleasure.
He pulled back from her.
She glanced up, her eyes molten. “
Jamie!”
He liked her demanding. He lifted her into his arms. He’d like her even more when she gave him a chance to taste her.
She kissed him while he carried her out of the bathroom. She licked his lips. Then she moved to his neck. When her fangs slid into his skin, his arms tightened around her.
Can’t. Come. Yet.
He had to be inside her before he came, and she—she had to be on her second orgasm by then.
Promises, promises…
Now he recognized her words for the taunt they were. Iona wanted him to break. He wouldn’t, maybe.
He put her on the bed. Hated to move away from her mouth—he loved her bite—but there was a part of her that he’d been dying to taste. Would she taste as good there?
Yes.
He already knew she would.
His hands trailed over her body. Over the soft swell of her stomach. He pressed a kiss there. Then, down, sliding into the silken heat of her sex.
Her legs parted for him. Not far enough. He moved between those sexy legs and opened her even wider.
So fucking perfect.
Jamie put his mouth on her. Tasted her secrets and drove his tongue into her sex. She bucked beneath him, and he grabbed her hips, keeping her just where he needed her to be.
Right beneath his mouth.
Her hands slid over his shoulders. “Jamie?”
He licked her.
And felt her come.
One…the start.
He kept tasting and licking and her moans filled his ears even as the beast roared inside him. Her pleasure was sweet on his tongue, but it wasn’t enough. He needed so much more.
When had she become so important to him? When had she become…
Everything.
He’d been so desperate to get to LA. To get to her. If she’d been killed…
Jamie’s hands tore away from her hips just as his claws burst from his fingertips. The claws sliced into the sheets, the mattress.
He heard her gasp. and he tried to yank back the beast. “Won’t…hurt…”
His head lifted. He met her stare. Saw his whole world reflected back in that gold.
Claim.
An instinct bred into the wolf. When you saw what you wanted, you took it.
An alpha’s right. He’d never wanted another this way.
Take.
He pushed his cock into her body. Drove deep and hard and the pure fucking bliss of her had his back teeth grinding together.
Then the animal inside took over. Lust was a frenzy, need a desperation within him. He plunged into her, thrusting again and again, but he couldn’t seem to get deep enough, couldn’t feel her close enough.
He pulled away from her. Turned Iona so that she was on her stomach. Would she—
She rose to her knees. “Ready for more?” Iona asked him, tossing that shining mane over her shoulder.
He was
Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, Moses Isegawa