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  “Why do you try to deny us what we both so obviously want?” Dominik’s tone was harsh and demanding. He leaned in and sniffed between her thighs. “My body burns for you. You’ve got into my head and your voice teases me. I don’t understand, make me understand. If this is meant to be, why do you fight? You’re not mated. I would smell it if you were.”

  Clare’s eyes widened and she was unable to answer. Did he just say he could smell if she was married to someone else? Her jaw dropped.

  Dominik took advantage of her stunned silence to add, “But I do smell something…something temptingly sweet, hot, wet.”

  Before she knew what he was doing, Dominik’s hand slid over her thigh, coming around to touch her intimately. His thumb pressed along the top arch of her pussy, circling down to rub her clit. Clare rewarded him with a stiff jerk of her body. Pleasure burst over her in a shockwave and she instantly felt faint.

  “Mmmm.” His voice rumbled, as if he was about to sample a fine wine. “See how well your body reacts to me? Do you feel how wet you just became at that simple touch? If you won’t kiss me, Clare, at least allow me to kiss you.”

  He flicked his tongue against her inner thigh and he moved his lips along her skin, eager to end her torment with his mouth. The sight of his blond-tipped hair moving erotically up her leg pleased her senses. She had the strangest urge to grab his face and smother his mouth into her willing body.

  “No,” she moaned instead, like a coward. This was all wrong. She wasn’t this kind of girl. She wasn’t Kira. “Please…just…let me get the…ah…the lights first.”

  He lifted his head and smiled up at her. The soft glow of amber in his gaze sparkled with impish desire. “Why? I can see you as plainly in the dark as I do now. You’re beautiful. You have no reason to try and hide yourself from me.”

  “Ah,” Clare moaned weakly. He overwhelmed her. He was so bold, blunt. She wasn’t used to men like that. “If it’s all the same to you, I would be more…ah…comfortable in the dark.”

  Dominik’s dark eyes softened, almost appearing tender. He gave in with a sigh, nodding. Slowly, he pulled back. “Fine. But, first, give me a kiss.”

  Clare hesitated, licking her lips. His gaze narrowed in on the movements of her tongue. As if mesmerized, he leaned forward. He gently brushed his mouth along hers, taking advantage as her lips parted in a gasp.

  He delved his tongue softly into her mouth. Her heart skipped a beat. Dominik’s kiss was gentle and devouring at the same time. He probed her mouth, exploring the depths of her, teasing her into responding. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, sipped leisurely at her taste, urged her to explore inside of him as he did her.

  Just as her hands began to lift to him, Dominik drew back, breaking the contact of their mouths. A soft smile greeted her as she opened her eyes. Her lips, parted and damp by his touch, pursed like she still felt him. Her lashes fluttered dreamily over her eyes.

  “Go see to your lights, ZAychik mov,” he urged tenderly, his accented voice low and hoarse.

  Clare’s heart thudded erratically in her chest. He pulled away. She stood, trying to be graceful as she stumbled across the floor. Behind her, she heard his weight shifting on the bed.

  “Mmmm, I am so hard for you, Clare.” Dominik groaned and she could practically feel his eyes burning into her back. “My body is on fire. I want to fuck you so bad. I want to ride you until your pussy trembles in ecstasy around my cock and I come inside you.”

  Clare nearly chocked on her own spit at the bold words. Who talked like that? She panicked. As she passed the dresser, she saw an ice bucket next to a bottle of champagne on top of it. Nervous, she grabbed the bucket without thinking and turned.

  Dominik already lounged back on the bed, the top button of his leather pants undone. He ran his fingers over his clothed erection, stroking it lightly. She could see the firm line of his strong stomach, peeking from beneath his shirt, exposing the thin trail of dark hair leading from his navel to his groin. The tight leather left no doubt that what he said was true. His huge erection strained from between his thighs. Her mouth went dry.

  Dominik’s brow lifted up, a small frown forming on his firm lips when she made her way back to him. Clare stopped before him. Without hesitation, she said, “This should cool you off.”

  His eyes rounded as she dumped the entire bucket of ice cubes on his crotch. Clare didn’t wait for his reaction. She turned and ran straight for the door. As she reached for the door handle, she glanced over her shoulder to see if he followed. Instead of the knob, her fingers found something wet and cold. She gasped, turning in confusion. Dominik stood in front of the door, panting wildly.

  She froze. His eyes swirled golden as he stared at her. There was a great passion in him and she couldn’t tell if it was desire or anger. Suddenly, she realized her hand gripped his leather-clad cock. She pulled back, stunned.

  “How… You were there…and—?”

  “That was a very nasty trick, ZAychik mov,” Dominik’s chest heaved with his irritation. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. He took an aggressive step forward, giving her no choice but to retreat. She watched his face shift slightly before he once more gained control. “I might have to punish you for that, Clare.”

  “Just let me by,” Clare asserted weakly. She’d never had a man want her so badly he was driven to madness—well, never before now. “Please, Dominik, I want to go home.”

  “No. You don’t. You want to be here. Why do you lie to yourself? To me?”

  “Yes, I really do want to go home. I don’t want to do this.” Her bare feet hit an ice cube and she shivered, doing her best not to slip and fall. “Please, I don’t want to be here. It’s a mistake. I’m not this sort of woman. I’m scared.”

  “Let me touch you, pleasure you. If at any time you don’t like it, tell me to stop and I will.” He took another step for her, walking her back toward the bed.

  “Can you stop?” Clare didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She trembled, unable to take her eyes from him.

  Her words caused him to laugh, a low, animalistic sound that bordered on mocking. “I tried to be gentle with you, Clare. I tried to temper my excitement for you as not to scare you with my beastly nature but I see that was the wrong approach to take with you. Do you know how much effort it takes a lycan to hold back from his primal instincts? Even now I can smell your body growing drenched with excitement. You want me to make the decision for you, don’t you Clare? You want me to force you to my will. I hear the thoughts in your head, swimming around. They’re muddled, but I hear them. I don’t want to force you, can’t you see that?”

  Her mouth opened, ready to deny him.

  “There is no use,” he continued before she could speak. “Your desire grows stronger with each of my words, with each shift of my body. I can detect your longing, your needs. I know you want me as much as I want you. I saw it in your eyes as you stood naked and wet before me, staring at me, water clinging ever so softly to your ripe nipples, caught up in the hairs guarding your tight pussy. You wanted me to take you then, there in the shower. Only you were too afraid to ask for it. And you most definitely want me to take you here and now.”

  Clare knew what he said was true. She did want him and it terrified her. He was a stranger, a lycan. She didn’t have sex with either. She didn’t do casual.

  But if he was a stranger, then why did she feel as if she knew him, had always known him? He touched her and it was familiar. He spoke and it was like she’d heard his voice every day for a thousand years.

  “I tried to be gentle, Clare.” His words stayed close to a growl, as if he was just on the edge of his sanity. She could practically feel the passion and anger radiating from his chest, pouring out over her from his very expression. “I can smell that you are frightened by me, even more so since you discovered what I am. That fear excites you, does it not? Even now your heart pounds like never before. Admit it, ZAychik mov.”

  Clare’s legs bumped into th
e bed and she stopped moving. Her feet were cold and she felt an ice cube slide down her leg from the mattress to the floor. Dominik came close, towering over her, his broad shoulders blocking everything else from view. He lifted his fingers, drawing a lazy trail over her collarbone. Her chest rose and fell in hard pants.

  “Admit that I frighten you.” His gaze was steady, commanding. “At least admit that much. It will be a start.”

  Slowly, Clare nodded. “Yes.”

  “Admit that I excite you.”

  Again, she agreed. How could she not? All his words were true. “Yes, but, I’m a rational person. With my career, I have to be. I don’t do this. I don’t act rash. This isn’t rational, Dominik. We just met.”

  “Use your body’s natural instincts, not your head or your fears. What does your body tell you?” Dominik’s hand snaked around her waist, pulling her tightly against his body. He pressed his erection hard into her stomach until she felt every inflexible inch of his cock imprinted into her tender flesh. “Admit that you want me to fuck you hard, that your pussy is drenched and ready for me.”

  “I…ah.” Clare was unable to meet his eyes. How could she even say such a thing to him? She could barely say the words when she was alone. His body stiffened and she hastened, “Dominik, please, I don’t have one-night stands. I’m not that kind of girl. Even if I did want something like that, I don’t just act on impulse.”

  “Who said anything about only one night? You will not be rid of me so easily.”

  Clare shivered. His body pressed into hers, making her nipples peak in instant response against his chest. She held her hands nervously at her sides, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

  Dominik grinned and pushed her lightly so she fell back on the bed. The ripped gown parted, revealing the long length of her athletic legs. “I can see you would like more convincing.”

  “Yes,” she breathed, wondering where the word came from. Clare watched as he unhurriedly drew his shirt off over his shoulders. His sculpted chest was tanned and smooth. The muscles worked beneath his flesh, flexing, as he breathed deep, slow breaths. Her gaze was drawn to his waist, to the trail of hair she saw beneath his navel. The trail led down into the low riding leather pants. Her mouth began to water, as she thought of kissing him where the unbuttoned leather parted enticingly.

  “Don’t worry.” He chuckled at her rapt attention and hungry look. “Your sweet lips will suck on me soon enough.”

  “Ah!” Her features lacked conviction as she tried to sound shocked.

  Dominik threw back his head and laughed. It was a dominatingly masculine sound. He grinned at her, a truly handsome smile. His brown eyes softened and he winked. “I give up, Clare. I have tried to be what you needed me to be, but I cannot bring myself to force you when you’re not ready. I will wait until you know your feelings as I know them. If you truly wish it, I will sleep on the floor tonight and leave you in peace. I cannot guarantee we won’t have a fight on our hands tomorrow when you are detected as unclaimed. But, I can easily fight for you, if that is what you want. But, make no mistake, you are mine. Can’t you feel it? Our connection? I will have you—all of you.”

  Clare shivered. He was serious.

  “Is that what you want, ZAychik mov? Do you need me to prove my worth to you?” Dominik’s smile remained soft. “I will gladly fight a thousand lycans. You are worth waiting for, if that is your wish. Just command me how you will.”

  Her fingers shook as she lifted her hand to touch his face. Losing her nerve, she let it drop. Who was this man? She wished she could have an ounce of his certainty. “No, I don’t want anyone hurt. I don’t want anyone fighting over me. I just want to go home now. I’m so confused. I don’t understand all this.”

  “What’s to understand? I want you. You want me.”

  “Please… Humans aren’t as certain. We…”

  “Do you truly want me to leave you alone? I will if you ask it of me. I’ll leave this room and sleep before your door if that is what you wish. I want you, Clare, badly. But I won’t force myself on you. I promised not to hurt you and I’m a man of my word. “

  To her shame, Clare knew she didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. His smile faded into a knowing look. Closing her eyes briefly, she said, “Sleep outside.”

  It was a test, to see if he would. Without pause, Dominik stood, nodding his head. “As you wish it.”

  She watched him walk to the door and open it. As he stepped out, she said, “Wait.”

  Dominik turned, watching her.

  “I don’t want you to go.” Her face became hot and she knew she had to be red with a blush. Unable to meet his eyes, she said softly, “I want you to keep doing what you were doing before.”

  He shut the door and came back to the bed. “You’re sure?”

  “Yes,” she answered, looking up at him. She was sure. Pulling her dress over her head, she tossed it to the floor. Her body was bare except for the red, crotchless panties. His eyes devoured her body, traveling everywhere. Slowly, she sat back on the bed. “I’m sure. I want you to continue.”

  He leaned forward to crawl on his hands and knees, very much the stalking beast after his prey. She watched him come over her and fell back on the bed. He worked his legs naturally between hers.

  Dominik stopped, pressing a tender kiss along her calf. His lips continued their delicate torture along her leg to her thigh, dragging his tongue steadily over her smooth skin. He nudged his head against her, parting her so he could explore, and fitted his hands along her thighs, pushing her open when she refused to move. A light groan escaped him as he drew higher.

  “Mmmm, you smell delicious,” his low voice rumbled, vibrating along her body. He flicked his tongue out, hitting lightly onto her clit, moving back and forth in her moist crease.

  Hot desire washed over Clare and she lightly cried out, whimpering for more. She felt her body heating, growing agreeably moist in anticipation. Her limbs became restless, searching. She gripped the silk sheets, holding on.

  “Mmmm, you taste better than you smell.” Dominik licked her again, more fully this time as he delved his tongue between the soaked lips of her body, lapping upward in a single deft stroke to taste her.

  When he sat up, he licked the residual cream from his lips. His eyes swirled with amber promise and his chest heaved as if he fought to control himself.

  “Your scent has been driving me crazy all night,” he growled. Clare shivered, blushing at the erotic words. He grasped her hips and pulled her roughly down so she straddled his thighs with her own. He leaned over to kiss her, intent on marking her as his. Letting his hands roam over her shoulders and chest, he tweaked her nipples and rolled them between his forefingers and thumbs. “It’s been in my head, teasing me. It’s made my cock so hard I can barely see straight.”

  To prove his point, he maneuvered his body to rub his leather-clad shaft into her body’s fire and groaned loudly. Clare’s thighs gripped him. She lifted her hands quickly, unable to deny herself any longer. Logical or not, this was what she wanted. Dominik was what she wanted. She pulled him down to her. His lips devoured hers briefly before moving to suck along her breasts. He flicked his tongue over her nipples, alternating passionately between the two, hardening them.

  She drew her hands over his shoulders, gliding her fingers over his solid muscles, discovering the firm texture of his skin. She could feel the constrained power beneath his flesh. Her lids dipped lazily over her eyes. Knowing she blushed, she admitted, “I thought lycans were supposed to be, well, you know, hairy.”

  Dominik chuckled. He leaned to nuzzle her ear, rimming it with his hot tongue. “In due time, my sweet Clare, I will let you have me like that, if that is your wish. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

  Clare trembled at the promise in his beautiful voice and found she wasn’t as repulsed by the idea as she should have been. Dominik’s teeth nipped her lobe and he once more began an exploration of her body with his mouth and han
ds. He slid his fingers over her skin until sweat began to bead on her flesh, and trailed teasing kisses over her collarbone, breasts and neck.

  “You make me so hungry,” he growled to her throat. “I want to drink from you. I want to taste your blood, but even more I want to taste your sweet cream. I want all of you.”

  He dipped his fingers between her thighs, stroking into her tight cavern. He leaned up, capturing her eyes as he drew his wet finger up to his mouth to suck gently. Clare gasped at the erotic sight of him licking her moisture from his finger.

  “So good, so addicting,” he groaned. His brown eyes swirled with amber. “I want more.”

  With graceful speed, he was back between her thighs, hooking her knee over his shoulder. Dominik’s mouth latched onto her slit, drinking deeply. He dug his fingers into her hips, keeping her from escaping his hot mouth. Clare screamed, bucking up off the bed. She watched their reflection in the ceiling mirror as he seemed to devour her. She watched his hands on her breasts and hips. His teeth grazed over her clit, lightly biting. He lapped at her several times with his tongue, soothing where he had bitten. Unable to resist, he shoved his tongue inside her heated silk.

  “Ah-ah,” Clare cried out, again and again. Mindlessly, she turned her head back and forth. She was no complete innocent and had tried a few things with men, but never had a man brought her so near climax as fast as Dominik did with his tongue. He licked deep inside her until she was sure his tongue was twice as long as any normal man’s. Her hips rocked up against his mouth, encouraging. Her tight pussy clenched his tongue. Small sounds of pleasure escaped his throat, vibrating her clit.

  Dominik stopped when the tremors started in her body. Clare whimpered weakly in protest, meeting his eyes over the length of her body. He circled his fingers over her swollen lips, keeping her on the brink of release, but never giving it. She moaned in protest.

  “Ah, not yet, but soon,” Dominik promised. “I’m not done playing with you just yet.”

  “Oh, please, no more,” she whimpered, still gasping for breath. Her thighs rubbed up to clutch at him, hoping to draw his mouth back down to complete her. “Dominik, no more, I beg you.”