Page 24 of Act of Passion

Brooke dug her nails into his upper chest. “That feels sogood.”

He smiled against her cheek as he kissed his way to her lush lips. He pounded into her, driving himself deep into her tight, wet channel. He caught the faint whiff of blood and knew he was smelling her innocence that he’dtaken.

A swelling of pride rose in him, but he couldn’t understand why. She was hardly the first virgin he’d bedded. He’d been with thousands of women in the thousands of years he’d been alive. He’d been with so many they’d all started to blend into the same. But not Brooke. The very thought of other women turned Malik’s stomach as he continued to drive himself intoBrooke.

The woman was unlike anything he’d ever felt wrapped around his cock. He wanted to explode deep in her and bathe her womb in his come. That was something he’d never done before. In all his years, he’d never released in a woman. But it was all he wanted to do with Brooke. The carnal need to mark her was nearlymaddening.

Afraid he’d do the unthinkable and lose control of his shifter side, Malik took a deep breath and walked Brooke across the room to the wall, using the moment to try to collect himself. He then pressed her body to the wall with his, putting his hands to the surface. When he felt that he had at least a thread of restraint, he began to move in and out of heragain.

She wiggled just right, making his ball sac tighten in preparation for release. He was about to pull out of her even though he didn’t want to when her pussy fluttered around his cock. A gasp of pleasure came from her as sheorgasmed.

Reason left him and he slammed into her, jetting seed into her, his beast roaring from within withvictory.

A niggle of fear crept up on Malik, but Brooke’s demanding kisses chased it away. He should have been sated at least for a bit, but his cock hardened again, still inside her. There was no stopping him as he found a rhythm that made her squirm in his arms and her channel continued to tighten in bursts around hisshaft.

Chapter Eight

Malik cameawake to find it was still dark out. He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept. He found that he was partially draped over Brooke’s naked form, effectively pinning her sleeping body to the bed. Even asleep he’d been afraid of losing contact with her. Whatever the scientists at PSI had given him needed some serious work. If it was supposed to help supernaturals with control issues, it was afailure.

Bigtime.

He could still feel his lion just below the surface, still wanting to bite Brooke, forever marking her—claiming her. He knew he should go somewhere else, even to one of his teammate’s rooms, but the idea of being far from her set his beast even closer to theedge.

He stared at Brooke, committing every tiny detail of her to memory. She was simply breathtaking. Not only that, she was funny and didn’t seem to understand just how beautiful shewas.

He reached for his cell phone on the side table and took a picture of her, something he’d never bothered doing with any other woman. He didn’t want to forget her. Not that he ever could. Still, he wanted something for himself—a token of their time together. He set his phone back on the sidetable.

The sounds of music filtered up and through the open doors that led out to the balcony. Below, one of the outdoor bars was still in full swing. He realized then that he must have only dozed off for a bit. As his cock stirred to life, he groaned. It should have been more than satisfied for weeks with as many times as he’d been with Brooke before they’d fallen asleep, but it was as if he’d never even taken the edge off his need forsex.

No. My need forBrooke.

His chest tightened with concern. He couldn’t keep her. She was human. And his lion side was simply confused from the suppression drugs that had gone sideways. That would work itself out and he’d lose interest, as he did with every woman he’d ever bedded. Though, with the others, he was generally bored by now. And he never slept next to any of them. No. He was the type of man who got what he wanted and left right away. He didn’t stay to hold women or have tendermoments.

As he looked at the way he was pinning Brooke to the bed with his body, he knew just how much the drugs had messed with his system. They’d turned him into a cuddler. That should have been enough to motivate him to sneak out of the bed and leave Brooke, but itwasn’t.

His gaze trailed down the length of her body, settling on herabdomen.

Claimher.

His breath caught at the inner drive to make herhis.

Did his lion not understand she wasn’t mate material? She was human. That meant she couldn’t be his mate. It was impossible. And he’d know if she was a supernatural, right? His senses weren’t that out of whack, werethey?

He found himself reaching out and skimming his fingers over Brooke’s cheek ever so lightly. He didn’t want to wake her. She needed her rest, but he did want to caressher.

Her eyelids fluttered open and her olive gaze locked on him. A smile tugged at the edges of herlips.

“Is it morning already?” she asked, her voice husky fromsleep.

“No, my sweet,” he said, surprising himself with the term of endearment. He wasn’t the type of man who used pet names with women. He’d never found the need or desire to, but he wanted to whisper in his native language to her and tell her everything he felt for her. Things heshouldn’tfeel for her, as he’d only just met her, not to mention she was human. But the words were on the tip of his tongue, so much so that they spilledout.

Brooke lifted a brow. “I’m either very tired or that wasn’tEnglish.”

He stilled, stunned he’d just confessed to being in love with her. That was absurd. Wasn’tit?

It didn’t feel very crazy at themoment.

Fucking suppressiondrugs.

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