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“Do you do this sort of thing with everybody in town?”

“No!” She looked up at him, completely insulted.

“Then you’re not a whore. Psychotic? Absolutely. Whore? No. Now,” He brushed against her smooth, tight body as he laid back on the couch, his erection standing at full attention, as the damn thing always seemed to do in her presence. “I think you’ve got some unfinished business here.”

She frowned, clearly confused. He motioned to his cock, “Hello? You didn’t finish the job last night.”

She smirked, her arms crossing in front of that gorgeous chest of hers. “If I remember correctly, you practically ripped the hair out of my head getting me off it.”

“I called rain check.”

Sara burst out laughing. She had the sweetest laugh and, unlike the entire Pack, actually found him funny. “You are so full of shit!”

“No. Really. I said,” He covered his mouth with one hand, still smelling her scent on it. “Rain check.”

“Really? ‘cause I thought I heard ‘flip over.’”

“I was thinking rain check?” He asked hopefully.

“Pathetic.” She ran one long finger the entire length of the shaft. “At least not all of you is as pathetic.” She ran her finger along the tip, cleaning off the pre-come. Then he watched as she slipped that finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. He clenched his jaw tight as she leaned into him. Her naked body pressing against his. She swept her tongue around and across his nipple, then softly sucked. Zach felt the tension from the past day slip away as her tongue led a brutal trail down his chest and across his abs, stopping briefly to lick his recent wound. His hands reached out and gently touched her black hair, marveling at how beautiful it was. How beautiful she was.

When his dick slipped into her mouth and that evil tongue of hers swirled around the tip, he forgot about everything but her. The Pack. The Pride. The war. He forgot all of it as he became lost to the scent of her body, the feel of her mouth on him, the way the silky strands of her hair felt on his naked flesh. He wanted this to last forever, but his body couldn’t hold out that long. Not when he looked down and saw his dick being sucked by the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. The woman he loved.

Zach, his body screaming toward an orgasm, grabbed Sara’s head in both hands and roughly took her mouth. She didn’t get mad. She laughed, her hands gripping his thighs until his come flooded her mouth, and he let out a roar that shook the couch.

As the last spasm rippled through him, Zach laid back and tried to remember his name. Sara moved back up his body, kissing him as she went along. He felt her tongue slide across his neck and over his jaw. Then her lips were on his and he gripped her to him. He tasted himself as she sucked on his tongue and he felt himself get hard again.

She pulled away from his kiss and looked down as his dick nudged at her sex. “Hold it!” Zach was staring at her crotch as she bent over him to grab at her backpack. And since he was there anyway…

“Hey!” That after his tongue darted out and swiped her clit. “Cut that out.” But she didn’t sound half-convincing. She lowered herself in his lap and handed him the box of condoms.

He looked at it and smiled. “You do know that you just licked my very recently opened wound?”

“So? Oh god, what’s wrong with you? Mange?”

“There’s nothing that a therapist couldn’t cure.”

She nodded knowingly, “You could use a good therapist.”

“I was talking about you.”

Sara whipped that middle finger out like she was fast-drawing a gun. “Besides, it’s not disease I’m worried about.” She leaned close to him. Her face filled with the most serious expression he’d ever seen from her. “I don’t want children. Ever. And when I’m 30, I’m going to get fixed.”

Zach frowned and leaned back. Could he have heard her correctly? She didn’t want children? Ever? She didn’t pine to be a mother? To know the joy of childbirth? Blah, blah, blah?

He grabbed her tight by the shoulders and stared straight at her, “My god woman, I’ve been waiting for you all my LIFE!” Sara was so startled she reared back and fell off the couch.

“Shit, are you okay?” Zach looked down at her as she raised herself up on her elbows.

“What the fuck was that?”

“That…” he quickly slipped the condom on and was off the couch and between her legs, “Was utter fucking joy. That’s what that was.” He kissed her neck, her breasts, sucked on her earlobes.

Sara laughed, “You’re insane.”

Zach grabbed her thighs and yanked her down while he thrust forward. His dick slammed into her and Sara stopped speaking. He was going to fuck the hell out of her and he just wanted her to enjoy it. He didn’t want her to think about another goddamn thing while he was inside her.

Zach pulled back and slammed into her again. He marveled at how wet and tight she was. How sweet she smelled. And he was really glad she wasn’t into “nice.” Because he had no real idea how “nice” worked. He equated “nice” to “boring” and neither of them were boring in his book.

Sara’s teeth bit into the lower part of his neck where his throat and collarbone met, as her hands ripped ribbons of skin from his back. But he didn’t mind. He barely felt it. And every time she bit into him or tore flesh from him, she was marking him as her own. Forever. Whether she meant to or not.

When her hands dug into his ass and her teeth bit down into his shoulder, he buried himself inside her, pumping into her, the sounds of her moans and growls filling his senses, making him love her more and more. And when his canines clamped onto the side of her breast, her pussy clamped his cock into a vise-like grip as the first orgasm hit her.

He could have come then. Could have let her go, but he wasn’t about to. He wasn’t nearly done with her.

* * *

Sara knew she had to be causing him some serious pain. He was bleeding from several spots on his neck, and under her fingernails she had flesh that had once belonged to his back. But every time her canines extended and tasted flesh and blood, he slammed into her harder. She was turning him on. And everything about him was making her wetter. Every time he said her name in her ear or against her flesh, she clenched, taking him deeper into her.

When she came, she thought he’d come too and then they’d lay around and do that “afterglow” thing that Angelina was always talking about. But he didn’t come. Instead he kept going. Kept slamming into her with the same level of ferociousness she’d come to expect—hell, demand of him. But when his hand slide across the old wound on her thigh, Sara gasped, her entire body clenching.

Zach stopped. “God, did I hurt you?”

“No.” She shook her head and stared at him. She couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t give him that much power. That’s the kind of thing that could make a girl like her into some guy’s love slave. But he read her like a book. He glanced down at her leg, his hand hovering just above it. With the lightest of touches, he ran his finger across the damaged flesh. And Sara grabbed his hand as her body jerked in response. She couldn’t explain it, but her old wound had somehow become a giant G-spot on her leg. Those fucking cats had somehow given him the keys to the kingdom, namely her, and now Zach knew it. She wasn’t comforted by the evil grin he gave her.

And when he pinned her hands above her head with one hand, she knew she was in serious trouble. Using his free hand, he slowly moved across her thigh; moved along the ridges left by those who had tried to kill her as well as the paw marks he had just made a couple of days before. Sara’s body arched in response as her pussy was flooded.