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Her kaleidoscope eyes took on a faint glow. He focused on
the blue and green specks and swayed toward her. The warmth of her breath
bathed his face. Soft lips touched his. Fire raced to his cock. He jerked back.
Damn, the woman made him weak. He took a step away but she reached for him,
fisting his shirt in her delicate hand. Desperation settled in her eyes. The
frantic look kicked up his pulse.

“Please.”

One word and he lost his righteous convictions.

He bent his head and kissed her. Her flavor hit him, a sweet
and spicy combination he could live on. Needing more of her rich taste, he
licked each lip, slowly so as to memorize her texture. Her shuddered moan
spurred him on. With a groan, he sucked on her lower lip, his craving for her
growing. Not enough. He slipped inside and danced his tongue with hers. Deep
rolling thrusts drew more of her unique essence to him, finally easing his
yearning, but another one took its place.

The zipper of his jeans dug into his shaft. The pinch of
pain didn’t stop him from grinding his hard dick against her flesh. The ache,
unbearable. It’d been so long since he’d had sex. The single nights of mindless
couplings had stopped being fun and not worth the hassle of jilted lovers. Once
Mira had walked into his life, he couldn’t look at anyone else, let alone touch
them. Every day watching her, knowing he couldn’t do what they were doing right
now built his frustration and his lusts.

He shifted his hips to stimulate her more, needing her hot.
Wild. He wanted her dripping in welcome for him, begging him for release.
Another rough grind and she whimpered. The anxious tugging at his backside
proved she was right there with him, ready to meet his demands. He cupped her
bottom, lifting her to fit their bodies together. With his cock nudging a
heaven he’d only fantasized about, he claimed her sweet mouth as his, desperate
to join their bodies in some small way.

Her fangs descended, a sign he knew meant her primal
instincts had been triggered. Another dream come true. He’d overheard her
telling Jazz no man had ever brought out her wild side. The sharp teeth turning
their kiss into a dangerous dance told him he got to be her first. That did it
for him. Plain and simple. He explored each pointed canine with the tip of his
tongue. A shudder ran through her body. He repeated the motion and she groaned.

Fucking. Hell.

He tilted his head and licked the length of each once more before
thrusting deeper. Her blood—the deliciously decadent taste of rich, dark
chocolate—flavored the kiss. It made the melding of their mouths sweeter.

She slipped her fingers under the waistband of his pants and
treated each ass cheek to a rough massage before removing her hand. He broke
the kiss to demand she touch him again. He never got the chance to speak. In
one quick move, she popped the button on his jeans, yanked the zipper down and
fisted his erect cock, no boxers to get in the way.

Cursing, he grasped her wrist. He wasn’t a saint and this
woman was his obsession. He squeezed lightly. “Mira, wait.”

Instead of releasing him, she gave his dick a fisted tug,
head to base. His eyes rolled back in his head.

“But I don’t want to and neither do you.”

She didn’t give him another chance to deny her. She gently
pried his fingers from her wrist and turned her focus on pleasuring him.

Hands splayed on the wall, he shuddered as she worked him.
Long, sure strokes took him to the brink faster than he’d thought possible. She
shoved his pants down his thighs with her other hand. Featherlight touches of
her fingertips danced across his skin. The hesitant exploration countered the
purposeful way she gripped his erection. It doubly assaulted his senses. Left
him a little crazed.

“You’re playing with fire, baby.”

Mira dropped to her knees and peered up at him, a look of
pure lust etched onto her features. “It’s only dangerous when you can’t handle
the heat.” She dropped her gaze to his dick. Under her intent study, pre-cum
welled at the tip. She licked her lips, eyes locked to his erection. “And I
like feeling hot.”

She captured the drop on her fingertip and curled her tongue
around the slender digit. Her eyelids fluttered closed. “There’s only one
problem.”

Her breathless whisper whipped through him and sped his
pulse. He panted, muscles straining with the effort it took not to rip those
too-short shorts off her hips and ram his cock into her. No way would he rush
this. He focused on the swoop of lashes lying like crescent moons on her
sun-kissed skin. Once he could speak, he asked, “What’s that?”

“I get hungry.” She tipped her head back, locking gazes with
him while she traced the length of his shaft. “This is the only thing that’ll
satisfy me. You won’t deny me what I need. Will you, Josh?”

Without waiting for an answer, she opened her mouth and drew
him in. That ended his resistance. He groaned, his hips moving in a natural
rhythm Mira commanded. Swirls of her tongue teased more drops of pre-cum from
the tip and the soft, appreciative moans as she licked him added to the crazy
lust consuming him. Knowing she enjoyed his taste stimulated him as much as the
licks of her tongue did. God, he couldn’t get enough of this woman. He thrust
quicker with shallow strokes he knew wouldn’t choke her but would ramp up his
pleasure.

The sharp points of her claws pressed into his backside. He
stilled. A tug and she pulled him closer, deeper so the head of his cock met
the back of her mouth. Her deadly talons didn’t break the skin. She kept him
immobilized with them and the hint of danger they posed excited him. He was at
her mercy. He swelled more.

“Fuck, yeah.” Sweat trickled down his spine. His limbs
trembled as he fought the compulsion to move.

He glanced down. With her gaze locked to his, she eased back
and slowly clamped down over the length of hard flesh in her mouth. The press
of fangs around the ridge of his cock tore a rough sound from his throat.

“Hell, you got me right where you want me, don’t you?” She
blinked, her only answer. He grinned. “So now that you caught me, what are you
going to do to me?”

The pressure of her teeth eased and she sucked hard,
groaning as if she’d never tasted anything better than his cock.

“Fuck, Mira.” His raw, guttural voice didn’t sound like his.

Her throat closed around him before he took the thought
further. The squeezing of muscles over his dick was something he’d never
experienced. He wanted more—her tongue, fangs, claws, anything she’d give him.

He thrust into her wet mouth, sliding his dick over her
tongue. She curled it as he withdrew and flattened it as she sucked him deep.
Her hungry moan resonated along the length. His balls drew up. He jerked back,
completely caught off guard by how one simple pleasured sound could elicit such
an instantaneous response, but she didn’t let him escape. She followed his
retreat and licked around the head of his cock. She repeated the swirl and he
groaned.

“Again, Mira.” More of the deep grumble. It echoed in his
ears. He ignored it. “Do it again.”

She teased the sensitive head with swipes of her tongue. A
circling pass followed by a lick over the slit and he wondered if heaven had
finally found him. She toyed with the tip, drawing more pre-cum forth, and
lapped it up. Her appreciative sigh added to the act.

He stilled the restless motion of his hips and stroked a
finger down her cheek. “Do you like my taste?”

She moaned in answer.

“Look at me.” He waited until she complied, peeking at him
through her long, thick lashes. He’d never seen anything more beautiful than
this woman kneeling at his feet with her cheeks drawn in and her lips stretched
wide over his cock. “Show me how much.”

She released the dangerous hold she had on one ass cheek and
trailed her sharp nails over his hip. His breaths quickened. He glanced from
the satisfaction in her eyes to her talon-tipped fingers. With the edge of one
deadly tip, she traced along his sensitive vein from the root of his penis to
where her lips held him in a tight grip. She eased her mouth off him. Wetness
glistened from the exposed length to her lips. Her hungered groan nearly undid
him. She leaned closer, her intent clear.

“Wait.” He wanted this to last. The look on her face and his
reaction to it guaranteed it wouldn’t. She stilled and her immediate obedience
to his order excited him more.

He swallowed hard and rubbed his thumb over the corner of
her mouth. She lifted her gaze to his and the expectant look on her face
satisfied him on so many levels. His little predator might have him where she
wanted him, but she wasn’t in charge. She wanted to please him. He saw the need
reflected in her eyes. And yeah…that was fucking fantasy-worthy. He wrapped his
fingers around his shaft and brushed the head over her parted lips. She flicked
her tongue out. He shuddered.

“Lick it.” She bent her head. Her warm exhale bathed the
head. He stopped her a hairsbreadth away with a yank of her hair. “Slowly,
kitten. Lick my cock, slowly.”

A small smile graced her mouth and showed off her fangs.
With the tip of her tongue, she did as she was told. She licked him, base to
tip, over and over. The controlled swipes tortured and pleasured him, but it
was the look of rapture on her face that left him in awe.

“God, you’re beautiful, Mira.”

Her grin widened. She closed her eyes and drew his cock into
the wet depths of her mouth. A swirl of her tongue, a tug of her hand over the
length and she showed him how she felt. She worked him with confidence,
adjusting the pace of her stroking as if she knew exactly what he needed to experience
the most pleasure. He watched her, moved with her and let the passion build.

With his fingers in her hair, he firmed his grip to hold her
head still and fucked her wet, welcoming mouth. The drag of his dick over the
roughened flesh of her tongue and the tugging of her mouth raced him to
completion. Her moans and the flexing of her fingers over his ass spurred him
on. She moved quicker over him, but he shortened his thrusts and bit his cheek
hoping to draw this moment out for as long as possible.

She had other ideas. She wrapped her hand around the base of
his erection. The tips of her sharp nails dented his sensitive shaft. He froze
and waited in eager anticipation of what she’d do. A heartbeat passed, then
another before she sucked him deep. The muscles of her throat tightened around
the head. Tingles settled in his lower spine and skipped to his balls. His
release rushed up. He tugged hard on her hair. “Let go, baby.”

Instead of obeying him, she growled. The vibrations of that
animalistic sound broke his control. He stiffened as spasms jerked his cock.
His seed shot down her throat. She swallowed his release and he kept coming,
harder and longer than he ever had before.

Mira took it all.

A shudder ran through him from his head to his toes, lust
and tenderness mixing into a cauldron of need. The last of the tremors eased. He
pulled her up, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss.

The taste of his release on her lips brought a growl to his
throat. His dick hardened again. He had a moment of amazement realizing just
kissing her could arouse him so quickly. The thought faded as passion took
over. Hands roaming, he caressed her hips, her sides, the edges of her breasts.
More. God, he need more. All of her.

He roughly shoved at her shirt to reach bare skin. Urgency
quickened his touches. He wanted to feel her muscles squeezing his shaft,
wanted to spill his seed inside her womb, keep her locked to his side. Forever.
He couldn’t wait any longer. Possessiveness rose in him, stronger than before.
He’d kill anyone who tried to take her away.

She was
his
.

Reality set it, like a slash of cold water in his face.

This was a mistake. He shouldn’t have let the kiss turn into
what it had. Tomorrow, he’d have to watch Mira with another man, a shifter male
who could give her everything he couldn’t. He pulled back to look upon her face
and tell her he was sorry. The sight of her swollen, moist lips taunted him.

Once more, then he’d let her go. He kissed her, loving the
way she opened for him, taking him in as if he were the man she wanted by her
side, not Kade or Zach. Or god forbid, Aron. Not that it mattered what either
of them wanted. Fate was a fucking bitch who’d screwed them both.

Finally, he pulled back to study her face from inches away.
Knowing she cared enough to give him tonight would have to be enough. “Mira,
you shouldn’t have done that.”

She brushed her lips back and forth across his. Shivers
raced across his skin. He ignored his instincts that urged him to carry her
away and focused on enjoying the press of her soft curves to his hardness.

“You’re right. I should’ve done that months ago.”

“What will your suitors think?”

She massaged his scalp. His tension eased. “I don’t care.”
She skimmed her mouth over his cheek to his ear, her breath heating his skin in
its wake. “I need you in my life, Josh. I don’t think I can live without you.”

The door banged open. The loud thump announcing his unwanted
visitor doused his remaining desire. He didn’t want anyone to see Mira with a
look of carnal lust on her face, only him.

“Yo, Josh. You here?”

A deep growl rumbled Mira’s chest, the sound not remotely
human. He cursed and quickly righted his pants. “Yeah, Zoe, I’m here but I’m
not alone. Give me a minute. Okay?”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” The sound of cloth brushing against
itself echoed in his ears. “I can sleep in my car or something. I just couldn’t
find the key to the apartment in the dark. All those damn rocks look the same.
Umm, so you can…you know, finish what you were doing. I mean, I know how
focused you are when you’re fucking…”

Mira roared, the noise frighteningly disturbing coming from
her throat. She didn’t stay human for long, though. Fur tickled his fingertips
a moment before she leapt away from him. He stumbled backward, knocked by the
force of her push.