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His lips passed over hers once, twice, then licked the pink flesh before claiming her mouth in a fierce, sensual kiss. It was a kiss unlike any other. His lips retreated, and she followed them finding only air. He chuckled deeply, then brought her tighter against his body, his tongue tracing the soft contour of her lips before sliding between them. He stroked her tongue with hungry passion and she met him with silken slides of her own.

He grabbed her bottom and rocked her hard against the erection trapped inside his jeans. Her breeding cycle spun like a tornado, increasing her arousal until the kitchen smelled of her creamy heat. His tongue was long and thick and it plundered her mouth creating an aching pulse inside her.

She tore her mouth from his and stepped away to fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans. Color was high on his cheeks as she released his zipper, letting his cock spring forth to freedom. She grasped the hard length, moaning at the soft skin and hard feel of him.

"Please," she begged, pressing wet kisses against his neck. "Get inside me, please." Her urgent demand snapped his control like a piece of twine holding an anvil. He picked her up by her ass and set her on the kitchen table letting her legs dangle over the side. He tore off his shirt before ripping the thin straps of her nightgown off her arms. She gasped and wiggled as he drew the dress down her stomach, over her hips, and off her legs.

He growled at the sight of her. Her breasts were round, supple and her nipples several shades darker than her pale skin. He palmed a pale mound and lifted the hard tip to his mouth. He lavished her nipple with flat-tongued kisses before sucking the tip into the hot heat of his mouth.

She melted in his arms, turned into a primal animal that craved only one thing. He switched to the other breast just as two long fingers curved around her wet pussy, then pushed inside.

"Oh, God!" she cried out, and clamped him to her breast as if to keep him there. His fingers began driving in and out. Sensations ricocheted through her, blinding her with pleasure. Too fast, too soon. Shuddering hard, she erupted over his thrusting fingers in a hot, creamy flood.

"God damn, baby," he groaned over her breast, his own breath coming in heavy pants. Her pussy clamped on his wiggling fingers, capturing them. He raised himself over her body and took in her flushed cheeks and chest, her nipples red from his sucking.

He pulled his fingers from her body and petted her wet pussy in gentle, light strokes. With each caress, he grazed her clitoris, causing her hips to rise like waves. She looked at him from between hooded lashes and felt bewitched.

Her glasses were still perched on her nose, though in her orgasm they had twisted a little and now sat crooked. He'd never seen anything hotter. He swallowed hard and curled his fingers back into her pussy, pushing and retreating, teasing himself with the knowledge that he'd be fucking her soon.

"You know you look like a naughty librarian. Like you just fucked a customer in the back of the some book aisle." He licked his lips thinking that taking her in such an interesting location wouldn't be such a bad idea, and judging from the flare of heat he saw in her eyes, she was thinking the same thing.

Her eyes flicked down his body, tracing the path of chest hair. Where the hair on his head was the color of wheat, the hair on his chest that trailed to a delicious thin line at his belly button was the color of cedar. His cock stood proudly from his hips, shiny liquid covering the tip.

His hands cupped her breasts, tugged her nipples, before sliding warmly down her stomach, and over rounded hips to squeeze her thighs and press them wide.

"I love your thighs, baby. Round, soft, and perfect." He held her inner thigh in his big hands and squeezed said flesh. "God I want you so bad, lumara."

"Then take me." He didn’t need to be told twice.

He pulled her to the edge of the table and pushed her legs open, stepping between them. "Stay just like that." He watched her pussy with dark, blazing eyes as he pushed his jeans down to his ankles. He bent down to her pussy and gave one slow sweep of his tongue over her soft pussy lips.

"Rome!" Just as she shouted, he stood, positioned himself, and shoved into her. Her pussy was slick with creamy passion. Her wet channel was so tight he had to work to push his cock through it.

Finally filling her all the way, he thrust into her with the hard, urgent thrusts of a man seeking release. Alison cried out at the fullness inside her, loving the way he seemed to reach all of her. He stayed above her, pinning her down by her thighs, holding her still for his hammering thrusts.

Rome closed his eyes and let his head fall back, husky groans emanating from him. A steady tremor built inside Alison with each thrust. She hissed in a breath and held it as her pussy clenched down hard on his moving cock and pleasure shot through her body like an explosion. She screamed her orgasm and he shouted with her, slamming in one last time and coming hard and deep inside her. She felt his semen jetting hot and long inside her.

Alison struggled to breath, struggled to recall why this was wrong. He pulled out of her and leaned over her, cuddling over her. She felt the unmistakable feeling of semen dripping down her thighs.

"You came inside me!"

Rome pulled himself up to his arms and took in her furrowed brow, glowing eyes, and clamped lips. "Baby, don't be angry. I don't think when I'm with you, when I'm touching you. I love coming inside you. And you love it, too."

“And when I’m pregnant will you be so cool about it?”

His expression turned dark and serious.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

Chapter 10

With Rome's words still ringing in her ears, Alison finished making arrangements with her landlord. She also called her sous chef, Cassie, to let her know the café would be closed for the few days. She had enough bankroll to pay Cassie for her missed work, but her own personal finances weren't quite so nice.

After her last encounter with Rome, her breeding cycle had completed its course. It was by far the shortest she'd ever had. She'd heard that stress and other traumatic events could alter the female's breeding cycle. Maybe that's what happened to her.

She dressed from her shower feeling hollow inside. She couldn't get Rome out of her mind. He wasn't what she thought he'd be--not that she'd spent a lot of time thinking about him in the past two months. No, not at all.

There was more to him than she'd expected and the more she learned about him...the more she liked. He was too dangerous. The whole situation was way out of her league. She wasn't ready for him, ready for a relationship or whatever it was he was offering.

"Shit," she muttered, pulling on her flat-soled shoes. Now she really was kidding herself. He wasn't offering her anything. He'd never made any signs of commitment or interest other than bedding her during her cycle. Hell, most lykaen males would offer up his services. He was just doing his duty.

A honk sounded outside. Alison grabbed her purse and left the cabin eager to escape the short walls. And the thoughts of Rome. Sarina waved happily from the driver's seat, and two very large men sat looking unhappy in the backseat.

"Who are these guys?" asked Alison, taking the passenger seat.

"Oh, that's Gerome on the left and Teddy on the right. His real name's Jason, but he's big like a bear and sweet like candy so I call him Teddy. He hates," Sarina whispered loudly.

Alison looked back at Teddy and saw his lips fighting a smile; the other guard's shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter.

"I see. Do they follow you everywhere you go now that you're Queen of the pack?"

Sarina shook her head. "Nope, they're here for you. Vane insisted. He wanted to send Bruno and Kevlar too, but I told him no way unless he buys a mini-van."