“You would have succeeded. Unfortunately, you neglected to take into consideration the fact that I would have you watched.A fatal weakness, Lady Mary, underestimating your enemy.”
Mary straightened her shoulders and stared back at him coldly. They had failed. It didn’t matter the reason. And she might be horny as hell for him, but she would be damned if she would let him think she was defeated.
“Was an association with me so distasteful to you?” He finally asked her, and though his voice was unconcerned, something flashed in those silvery eyes which came close to terrifying her.
“I find blackmail distasteful,” she bit out. “I have no wish to be acquired,Barak . You were aware of this.”
She remembered the fragile friendship she had believed was forming between them and wanted to rail at him for his arrogance. His presumption that he could so autocratically achieve his ends this way did nothing but piss her off. Yet, the sheer arrogance he displayed made her eager to test herself against him.
Both physically and mentally.
“Acquisition should have been preferable to the disgrace of a public auction,” he bit out, fury tinting his voice. “Do you think I am the only one aware of exactly how your family came into such wealth? You were damned lucky it was I who found the proof and not someone who preferred to break your family instead.”
“Had you any honor you would informed my father of the information you found, and destroyed it,” she yelled back at him, trembling in fear and the same unnamed sensation of need that attacked her body each time she was near him. “You would have cared more for me, and the friendship we had developed…”
“Friendship?”He snarled as he came to his feet with a surge of strength that had her backing away from him in fear and excitement. “Do you honestly believe I wanted no more from you than such a weak relationship? Do you think I wasted my time, my energy on such niceties? I have no need for friends, woman. I have a need for a mate. When I kiss your ass it’s going to be literally, not figuratively.”
Mary felt her face flush as her own anger began to rage out of control. The tempestuous emotions he always brought out in her surged to the surface.
“Then breed with your own kind,” she bit out. “I have no desire to mate with a species outside my own, if you don’t care.”
He snorted in disgust. “Do you take me for a fool?” He bit out, moving closer to her then, his powerful body tense and prepared for any move she might make as he stalked toward her.
Mary backed away, trepidation rising inside her as he came slowly near her.
“Indeed,” she assured him breathlessly. “If you think you can force me into such a match, then you are a fool.”
“Force you?” He questioned her silkily, his eyes narrowing as she felt the blood begin to thunder through her veins.
Damn him, damn her. What made her body react to his aggressions in such a way? Unfortunately, there was no place to run this time. And her body was more than reluctant to run. Her pussy was weeping in a wet plea that shestay still and allow him to ravish her in whatever manner he deemed appropriate.
“What else would you call it?” She came to a halt, her back against the wall as her lungs fought to drag in the oxygen she now required.
“I can smell the sweet, hot scent of your pussy,” he growled, stopping within a breath of her heaving breasts. “You’re wet and wild for me, Mary, just as you always have been.”
Mary breathed in deeply. Her body trembled, though not in fear. Excitement, hot and filled with anticipation surged through her. Her cunt clenched with it, her breasts throbbed, her nipples hardening further than they had been already.
“Breeds have an utter lack of tact,” she accused him, despite the heat curling through her cunt.
“And you pure blood debutantes think your too precious and clean be touched by what you consider to be little more than animal,” he snarled softly. “What’s wrong Lady Mary, you think that sweet pussy of yours is too clean and precious to be knotted by a Coyote Breed.”
Mary’s knees went weak as her womb spasmed with a hard convulsion of lust. She barely managed to restrain her whimper of arousal, but she had a feeling he was more than aware of her reaction.
“That only happens during mating,” she reminded him breathlessly. “Coyotes don’t do that.” She had researched the sexuality of the breed well. But they were known to have thick, broad cocks that weren’t overly long. The old saying ‘wider is better’ flitted through her mind as she felt her face flush in embarrassment and arousal.
“I may not mate you, but I will own you,” he told her bitterly, leaning closer, his gaze capturing hers as his chest pressed against her breasts.
Mary shook her head weakly.“Never.” She tried to sound offended, but her voice was too weak, too thready with anticipation for the tone to come off correctly.
She was stronger than this, she assured herself as her eyes widened,her lips parting to drag in air as his head began to lower. She assured herself that just a kiss wouldn’t hurt. She had dreamed of his kiss.
Needed his kiss for month now. Hell, she had stopped fooling herself weeksago, she wanted to fuck him until he howled with pleasure.
“This is insanity,” she whispered, her hands bracing against his chest.
Once her palms felt the heat and corded strength through the silk of his shirt, she was goner. He was so hard, dangerous and exciting. Hadn’t she chafed at the restrictions placed on her by her father? Wouldn’t a Coyote breed, known well for their lack of bonding, be a fit mate for a woman who craved her independence? Sensual and lusty, wild and intensely sexual, he could fire her passions and yet would lack the possessiveness that pure blood human men displayed.
She smoothed her hands over his chest, tested the strength of his shoulders,then whimpered as his lips covered her. Her body jolted with the electrically charged lust that suddenly shimmered between them.
She jerked against him, her lips opening as his tongue surged inside. He tasted hot and sweet, like coffee and chocolate, and he overwhelmed her senses.
His lips slanted over hers, his tongue, just slightly rough, heated and voracious swept through her mouth to tangle to with hers. He groaned against her lips, pressing her against the wall as his legs bent, the thick erection beneath his pants pressing between her thighs and rubbing against her covered clit in a sensual promise.
She expected him to be rough.Expected him to want a fast, lustful joining. The slower pace confused her. His lips caressed hers, his tongue stroked hers, as though he savored her taste, as though he needed more. His hands pulled the light shirt from her jeans as her fingernails bit into his shoulders.
Hands, calloused and warm smoothed over her waist beneaththe clothe of her shirt, his fingers stroking over her skin and leaving whispering trails of achy need in their wake. His hands were warm and possessive, his fingers rasping over her as she whispered a moan of pleasure.
As his tongue tangled with hers again, it felt hotter, swollen, throbbing in her mouth in time to the harsh beat of her own heart. An intriguing, spicy taste teased her senses then. Some distant part of her mind wailed a warning, but she was helpless to stop herself from drawing more of the taste into her mouth. She sucked teasingly at his tongue,then moaned at the sharp burst of vanilla and nutmeg tinged tastes that filled her senses.
As though the taste lit a fuse in her body, she began to burn. Her cunt sizzled with heated need, her body suddenly sensitized, her skin tingling, demanding his touch.
Mary tore her mouth from his as she struggled with the buttons of his shirt, overwhelmed with the compulsion to feel his skin against hers. His weren’t still either. They loosened the buttons of her own shirt, pushing it back from her shoulders as she did the same with his.