InsatiableNeed by Rosalie Stanton Page B

around me again. Give that to me.”
    “Zeth—”
    “Come for me, Raegan.”
    The scream that ripped from her throat could have shattered
glass. She trembled hard around him, her muscles clenching and the whole of her
spasming; her vision failed, and she felt conquered by the brightest darkness
she’d ever known. Zeth growled and mauled her into the mattress, his fangs
bursting through his gums and quickly finding the soft roundness of her breast.
    The sensual, dangerous thrill of his bite sent her
spiraling.
    “Mine!”
    She loved that word. Maybe she’d get it tattooed somewhere.
    “Yes. Yours.” Her fingers wove through Zeth’s hair, and she
shook when he shook. Her muscles were milking him for everything he was worth.
She absolutely loved the feel of him spilling inside her, and she wanted to
bask in the sensation as long as possible. “Yours, Zeth.”
    Zeth glanced up dazedly, his mouth smeared with her blood
for the second time that night. “Raegan?”
    She offered a smile, her vision blurring. Just another
erratic emotion to catalog in this increasingly bizarre night. She’d gone from
loathing his touch to crying when he came inside her, all in a matter of hours.
It felt a bit much to digest.
    “Yours,” she whispered again, kissing his lips. “Yours.”
    A strange emotion overtook his eyes. For a fleeting instant,
she thought he might cry. Instead he gasped and kissed her fervently, then
buried his face in her throat and lost himself in her embrace. “Raegan,” he
whimpered. “Oh, Raegan.”
    She trembled, curling an arm under his shoulder, her other
hand remaining woven in his dark hair. He just whispered her name and
worshipped her skin with soft, reverent kisses.
    She’d shaken him. Somehow she’d touched him where no one
ever had.
    That knowledge left her completely lost, but somehow, she
didn’t mind.

Chapter Eight
     
    Hours could have passed. Days, weeks, months, and Zeth
didn’t care. He didn’t care about the paperwork awaiting him on his desk, the
pile of cases still demanding attention, or the phone calls he was certain he’d
missed. Zeth didn’t care—didn’t give a righteous shit—for Raegan had given him
something singular, something strong and important, even if she didn’t realize
the implications. Spoken once, her acceptance of his claim could be construed
as the heat of the moment…but nothing had provoked her to do it again.
    She was his, and it didn’t even scare him. A world of possibilities
had opened before him—a future he hadn’t even realized he wanted, and a life to
spend getting to know the vibrant, beautiful woman who was currently trapped
beneath him. But until then, they had the present. It was hard to focus on
anything more than hope and excitement when his brain was close to
short-circuiting with pleasure. Just when he thought Jezebel’s spell might be
running out of batteries, he’d feel the need to pounce on her again, flip her
under him, set her astride his lap, or enter her from behind. It didn’t matter
how long they remained entwined. Not now. Not when he knew something awaited
him outside the room.
    Until then, his body buzzed with need, a never-ending thirst
too large to be quenched, and Raegan provided. Over and over and over again.
    At the present, they were on their sides. Zeth had Raegan
pulled against him, her back flat against his chest. He peppered kisses down
her neck, doing his best not to growl every time his lips grazed the possession
mark.
    “Zeth…”
    He wasn’t one for feline responses, but he couldn’t keep
himself from purring at the way she made love to his name. “What can I do for
you, baby?”
    Raegan ran her hand down his arm until her fingers were
laced through his. “More,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as he angled
his thrusts to strike deeper within her. “Oh… Yes. Like that.”
    “Like what? This?” He dropped his mouth to her shoulder,
tightening his grip around her middle and pulling her