WitchofArundaleHall by Jennifer Leeland Page B

much. With bare control he extended his claws and
slashed through the material that held her legs. When he plunged inside her, he
wanted her thighs to squeeze him and her heels on his arse.
    He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her, tilting
her even as she arched closer to try to capture his length inside her. “Who am
I, Sarah?” He made her meet his gaze. Her clouded, confused expression made his
heart wrench but he was not going to back down. Every step of the way he wanted
her capitulation, her surrender. “You know what I am to you. Say it.”
    The vulnerable look in her eyes, the trembling of her lips
only inflamed him. If she didn’t speak he was going to come all over her skin. She
swallowed and he focused on the movement. Every single twitch of her body
belonged to him. He was only waiting for her to admit it.
    “You are my Master,” she said.
    He thrust inside her and she made a keening sound that
almost made him spill inside her immediately. She thrashed and bowed to deepen
his penetration. He groaned and cupped her arse as he drove harder, faster. She
was so wet, so needy, so perfect.
    The beast beneath him burst forth through his voice and he
howled just as her cunt tightened around him, squeezing him, stroking his cock.
His release boiled and burned, exploding from him. Words spilled from his mouth
as he streamed his hot cum inside her. “Mine. You are mine. My mate. Mine. Mine.”
With each word he thrust to emphasize his possession.
    His soul locked to hers, a snap that was almost audible to
him. The wolf howled again, a sound of triumph that echoed in Perry’s ears.
    As he came down from those impossible heights he gripped
Sarah’s hair and plundered her mouth as he’d plundered her body. Her legs
clasped him closer and she convulsed around his spent cock, hardening him
again, making him moan against her mouth.
    When he broke the kiss, he stared at her and her shocked
gaze met his. “Again.”
     
    Reality did not intrude and Sarah gasped for another breath.
Again? How many times could a man pleasure a woman until she died from it? Her
heart beat so hard she thought it would explode. He had not left her, his spent
length inside her, a comfort she clung to like a lifeline. His fingers dug into
her flesh and shards of pain streaked through her. But rather than distract her
from the intense pleasure, the pain enhanced it.
    He must have felt the natural response to the arousal,
because he groaned. She didn’t think it was possible to do more, go further,
but she should have known Perry would accept nothing but her complete
capitulation.
    His thrusts were slower, deeper, more intense, and Sarah
couldn’t look away from him. He held her gaze as he drove her toward that
desperate place of need where he seemed to keep her. “Talk to me, Sarah. Tell
me how it feels,” he demanded.
    “It feels…” Like home. Like heaven. She closed her
eyes and whimpered. “It feels like I’m dying, like I’m being born anew. It feels
like a dream, yet so real. Perry—” Her voice broke as she convulsed around him
again. She reached for it, wanting it, needing it.
    She was owned, no longer able to deny the truth of his
mastery of her. Tomorrow she would have regrets. Tomorrow she would face the
cold facts—that he’d Claimed her only because another threatened to take her.
But for this moment he stared at her as if she mattered, as if she were life
itself. Those times at Wolford House when she had watched, envious of the women
who experienced that intense connection with their partner, she had not
considered how erotic it would be to have Perry watch her fall over the edge.
    His hands stroked the fires again, touching her everywhere,
branding her with his desire as surely as he was branding her with his seed. When
he brought her breasts to his mouth she held her breath, unable to move. He no
longer stroked her but sucked on her greedily, and she cried out as a sharper
pleasure whipped through her.
    He