Turning Payne by Chantel Seabrook

dazed, as her body trembled beneath him.
    A growl of pure ecstasy tore from his throat, and he gave in to his own release. Pleasure racked at his very soul, as every muscle in his body tightened, and hot spurts of his release filled her. There was too much sensation, too much blinding pleasure. 
    He collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her under his weight. She clung to him, even after the last shudder of their combined release.
    The emotions that flooded him scared him shitless. There was no denying the primal instincts raging through him. His lion had chosen her, demanded he claim her. It was an impossible situation. When she found out who he really was, nothing, not even a mating mark, would keep her from hating him.
    He rolled over and pulled her close, tucking her head under his chin so that she rested on his chest, brushed her hair off her cheek and prayed he hadn't just destroyed them both.

Chapter 14
    Turner's scent lingered on the blankets that were tucked around Riley's shoulders. She hadn't meant to fall asleep, but when she woke, the setting sun cast an orange glow in the room.
    She inhaled and closed her eyes, but when she did, her mind was flooded with images of Turner, naked, on top of her…inside her. Her reaction to him hadn't just been shocking, it been down right frightening. Never in her life had she experienced such intense physical pleasure. The memory alone sent a warm ripple of desire between her legs. 
    Her stomach tightened and she shook her head against the pillow, sobering as she remembered what had brought her to Turner's bed in the first place. Kiera, Marcus—her father. Lies and deception. There was still so much she didn't understand.
    She went still when the door opened, and she swore she could feel the caress of Turner's gaze as he crossed the room. The bed creaked as he sat down beside her.
    "I made you a turkey sandwich." Innocent words, but his voice, dark and rough, sent a shiver down her spine.
    She took a steadying breath and rolled over. Her body trembled as it brushed against his leg through the thin sheets. She sat up and wrapped the blanket tight around her, uncomfortably aware that she was currently naked, while he was fully dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt.
    Turner's lips quirked into a smile of pure, male appreciation. She blushed and looked away. The man had an uncanny effect on her, and it was more than a little bit unnerving.
    "You need to eat," he said, handing her the plate.
    She glanced at the dark bread. "Pumpernickel?"
    He shrugged. "It was mom's favorite."
    She took a small bite and smiled. "It's good."
    He reached out as if to touch her cheek, then pulled back. "Chase called. He was able to track Marcus down. He's holed up in an apartment not far from here.  I'm going there now."
    She looked up from her sandwich. "Alone?"
    "Chase is meeting me."
    "I'm going with you." She set the plate on the side table.
    He stiffened, his gaze narrowing. "I don't know who Marcus is working with, or what he has up his sleeve. You'll be safe here, but if you want I can drop you off at Chase's house and you can stay with Lora."
    "No." She shook her head and pushed the blankets aside. "I'm part of this."
    "You are." He growled, blocking her when she tried to get off the bed. "But I'm not putting you in danger. The man stuck a fucking needle in your neck with the intention of turning you."
    She pressed against his chest, and his hand snaked up her back, gripping the hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled her towards him, and she felt her muscles go lax, her resolve weaken. His gaze lingered on her neck and she shuddered at the strange desire she had for him to bite her. To have him sink his teeth into her as she held him tight, while he rode her until she screamed his name in ecstasy. She licked her lips as a heavy punch of need made her thighs clench, and liquid warmth spilled from her sensitive folds.
    God, what he did to her.
    A knowing smile played across his lips,