Surviving the Pack by Shannon Duane Page B

to push back into him he held her hips firmly in his strong hands controlling the depth of his penetration.  “I need more.  Please…”
    Dante fed her another inch, holding her in place while she writhed endeavoring for more of his length.  He was shocked at the pleasure he was getting from her loss of control and struggles to take more of him.  “Stop wiggling, Katarina.  Tell me what you want.”
    She was breathless but managed, “More please.  I need more…of you.”
    “More what?  I need you to be more specific.  What do you want more of?”
    Katarina growled at him and tried to get up again but with his hand pinned to her back she couldn’t move.  Another bid to back up and force him deeper had her even more frustrated when he let himself pop out of her.
    “Oh no, I guess you don’t want this.  You have been a very naughty bear.” He slapped her bottom and smiled when she began to increase her struggles.  He could smell her arousal and knew she was enjoying herself.  If she was really struggling to get away he would allow it but with every shift and grunt he felt her increased wetness.  Keeping one hand in the middle of her back he placed his fingers at her opening, dipping into her nectar he brought his hand to his mouth licking and scenting her. “I love that you’re so responsive.  Only for me right?”
    She stilled and grunted, suddenly knowing she wasn’t going to get anywhere on her current path except more frustrated.  Giving him what he wants wouldn’t be that hard.  “Dante…”
    His hand stilled, “Yes?”
    Running her hands up the sides of her body she cupped her breasts and moaned her delight.  He stiffened at her self-pleasure.  Taking the dark and peaked nipples between her fingers she rolled them until they became stiffer and she increased her efforts to push back into him, “Please…”
    “Please what, Katarina?  Say it?”
    Closing her eyes in rapture she finally gave him what he wanted.  “Please, Dante, give me what I need.  Bury yourself in me until I can’t feel where you begin and I end.  I need you feel your heat in mine.”  She noticed his breathing had increased so she went for the gold, “Please make love to me Dante.  Only you.”
    Dante knew he held her hips in a death grip but he couldn’t ease up.  Was she just saying that or had she really meant it?  People would say a lot when in a sexual haze and he wanted to be clear.  “So, you agree.  Just me.”
    Plucking more firmly at her nipples and grinding her hips against the bed her reply took a lot of effort, “Yes, Dante.”
    At her agreement he surged into her going as deep as he could.  Her moans and whimpers of pleasure allowed him to recognize her pleasure and take it on as his own.  He plunged into her and took control of her body, feeling like he owned her gratification.  She came with a scream contracting violently around his cock.  He held still sweating and withholding his own release so he could continue to indulge her.
    Panting and cursing the sexy man above her she choked on the words that leapt into her mind.  Instead she asked, “Are you done?”
    Dante chuckled rolling his hips into her.
    “Oh my goodness, are you still hard?”  She felt him swell and pulsate in her still quivering channel.  It felt decadent and carnal; she couldn’t prevent the gasp and moan that followed.
    “That’s right, Katarina.  I’m going to imprint myself on you permanently.  You will never want another after we’re done here.  You’ll know that you belong to me, body and soul.” 
    Feeling him surge into her and withdraw slowly she was ashamed to admit she was already addicted.  Instead of an agreement she felt like a challenge was in order.  “You, alpha, are a cad and your caveman tactics will not work on me.”
    Stroking, tapping and caressing her nub extracted a strangled sound from her and he had a feeling that this was it.  She squealed her release and he allowed