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The buzzing he’d heard when he’d first run into her returned. It wasn’t painful this time, but it was loud and disorienting. Garth tried to focus through it, tried to gain control of his runaway wolf, but couldn’t. All he could do was continue to piston in and out of the beauty below him. He sheathed himself, holding steady for a second, his incisors lengthening at a rapid rate. He snapped his mouth shut, hiding that fact from her. She may know of supernaturals but there was no sense in scaring the crap out of her.
He dipped his head, unable to fight what felt natural, what felt right.
No! Do not fucking claim a human! Do not pull a Malik!
There wasn’t any amount of yelling that was going to get his wolf to obey. It had a fucking mind of its own, and right now, it wanted Nicolette marked. It wanted her claimed. And it wasn’t taking no for an answer.
She trembled under him, coming again as she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing his mouth closer to her tender throat. Didn’t she understand how dangerous he was? How close she was to having him do something he could never fix? That he could never take back?
“Yes, Garth. Yes,” she panted as her body continued to convulse around his cock.
He buried his head in her neck, the smell of her skin driving him mad. Already his control was shredded. He didn’t need any help in that area. As she clung to him fully, he felt hair sprouting on his arms and knew things were going to go from bad to worse, very fast.
No. Don’t fucking do it.
His body nearly betrayed him. He inhaled deeply, the lure of her flesh great. The wolf wanted her marked and, truth be told, so did the man. The small thread Garth hung on by began to break, and he roared, slamming into her as he spurted seed in hard pulses. He continued to pump, his body doing what felt natural and right.
He’d never come in a woman before.
Nicolette clung to him, her pussy clenching his cock in tight bursts. She cried out in his arms and he kept his head bent, savoring the feel of her body.
“Ohmygod,” she whispered. “That was amazing.”
He laughed softly, and the act helped to sooth his beast. His wolf, satisfied with coming, tucked away within him, allowing him to have this tender moment with Nicolette. Now that his features were fully human once more, he kissed his way over her cheek, to her lips and stayed nestled in her depths.
Chapter Eleven
Nicolette woke slowlyto the feel of Garth’s weight shifting on the bed and to the sound of thunder rolling in. The room was blanketed in darkness, so she reached out to feel for him. He caught her hand in his.
“I’m sorry, beauty. I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, his accent making it sound like he’d said “main” instead of “mean.” She could listen to the man talk all day and never tire of it. Though she had to admit it was funny to hear how he pronounced certain things.
“Good-bye…and thank you,” she said, sitting up and tugging the sheet up a bit to cover her exposed breasts. She almost turned on the bedside lamp but wasn’t sure she actually wanted to watch the man walk out of her life for good. It was best he go under the cover of darkness.
The room lit as lightning flashed outside. It illuminated Garth’s form on the bed. He was propped on one elbow. His head was tipped, his long hair spilling over one shoulder as he gave her a quizzical look. “Good-bye?”
“Aren’t you leaving?” she questioned, sitting up more. She wasn’t sure what time it was but didn’t think she’d been asleep all that long. “I thought this was you trying to creep away to avoid awkward good-byes. You know, leave when I couldn’t see you go?”
He stretched, taking their joined hands to his groin. His cock was hard, long, and ready for more. She wasn’t sure how the man could possibly be able to perform again, considering the performance he’d already put on. Then again, he wasn’t the one who had to fit something the size of his cock into him.
“Beauty, I’m not trying to sneak away,” he said softly. “This is me getting up to grab a drink and something to eat. I worked up an appetite.”
“Oh.” She traced her finger over the head of his cock, pleased he wasn’t rushing off and away. “I just assumed you were leaving. I thought that was what men like you do.”
“Men like me? Do I want to ask?”
She fondled the head of his dick more. “You seem like a guy who warms a lot of beds temporarily, if you catch my meaning.”
“Ah. I see.” He took her hand and placed it around his shaft fully, and then began to use her hand to stroke himself. “If you want me to go, I will. But Nicolette, I don’twantto go. I only wish to warm your bed. I don’t want this to end.”
“Me either,” she whispered, though the words alarmed her. She didn’t want to have her heart on the line with this man. He’d literally crashed into her life and she didn’t want to think of the mess he’d leave when he drifted away, especially if she let herself get any more attached to him than she already was. And, as it stood, she was pretty darn attached.
He took his hand away from hers and reached between her legs. He parted the folds of her sex and dipped a long finger into her wet core, drawing a small gasp of arousal from her. He pushed her to the bed and leaned over her, before kissing her slowly to start, and then increasing the intensity and pace.
Another flash of lightning flooded the room with light, making Garth seem ethereal above her. Like he was some sort of mythical creature, carved from marble and sent from the gods themselves. Nothing about the man seemed mundane or ordinary in any way.
He was magnificent.
He fingered her faster, and she moaned into his mouth. Garth grabbed his cock, moved up and over her fully, spread her legs with his knees, and then settled between them. He drove home in one long, powerful thrust.
