Page 116 of The Last True Hero
"I'm not going anywhere, Adam McClain. You're such an idiot." Closing her eyes, Mia stretched up on her toes and brushed her mouth against his. "But I know why you didn't tell me. And I can't blame you. Perhaps it was for the best?" She breathed the words against his lips. "Because I don't know if I could have accepted the truth before now. But I do. You're a warg," she whispered. "A warg. But you're not a monster."
McClain gasped, breaking away from her. "Mia—"
"Kiss me."
Their mouths found each other in the dark. Just a taste, once, twice. His body went rigid, as if thoughts were still ticking away at the back of his mind, telling him all the reasons they shouldn't be doing this. She slid her tongue between his lips.Yes, her mouth said. McClain's lips chased hers as she retreated, and she felt the tremor in his body as he gave in.
Their lips fused together as Mia's hand slid down that rock-hard chest of his.So firm.She flexed her fingers against the muscle in his abs. How long had she wanted to do this? The man was a fucking god carved from stone, all smooth lines and hard planes, like a river had slowly, lovingly carved out curves in its cavern walls. And she was drowning in the taste of him, the feel of him beneath her hands.
Mia saw her future opening up in front of her.
This man. This man was all she wanted for herself. She curled her arms around his neck in a ferventyes. It was so much simpler like this. Just feeling, instead of thinking so bloody much.
McClain's hand slid down her back, pushing her hard against him. The kiss deepened, consumed. It felt like she'd thrown oil on the fire, for McClain's hesitance gave way to true hunger. His body was a solid wall against her, engorged cock pressing insistently into her hip. Hands firm. All over her. Teeth sinking into her lower lip—
McClain broke the kiss, gasping as he drew away from her.
"Wait!" Mia caught his hand, trying to catch her own breath. "What are you doing?"
"It's difficult right now." His voice was harsher, lower, not quite human. His eyesgleamed, before darting away from her as if to hide himself. "I want you."
"Then have me."
The breath punched out of him. "Mia." He raked his fingers through his short hair, almost sharp enough to cut his scalp with his fingernails. "You don't know what it's like, burning beneath your skin. I can keep it at bay most of the time, but it's harder now with the moon, and with you...."
"Promise you're not going to unleash your wild side on me?"
"What?"
Mia dragged her fingernails over his denim-clad thigh. Their eyes met, a serious question in hers. Her humor slipped, but then it had only ever been a façade. "This won't change you, will it?"
He shook his head. "No, Mia. I've never lost control... not with... this." Touching the pewter medallion, he brushed his fingers there. A confession loomed in the sudden tightening of his shoulders. "The hunger gets worse at this time of the month. The need.... I'm not entirely human in my desires."
"A bit of PLS?"
He didn't get the joke. Or maybe he wasn't in the mood to do so.
"Pre-lunar syndrome," she said
When she brushed the back of her fingers against his jaw, McClain grew agitated. "I want to take you. Right here, right now. I want to push you onto the ground and fuck you." His eyes blazed as he nipped at her fingers. "Is that what you want? For I won't be gentle. It won't be like last time. I'll fuck you, and then I'll do it again. I'll rut over you 'til morning and it will be teeth and nails in skin, with you screaming into my shoulder. It will be... a claiming."
He looked ashamed as he sank down onto a boulder.
Mia considered him, only for a moment. Then she slid into his lap and began to unbutton her shirt.
"Mia." His voice was raw. "This is truly your last chance to say no." The vein in his temple was throbbing, and she could see the truth in his eyes. "If this happens tonight, I don't think I could let you go come morning. This is the point of no return for me. For you."
"I'm not saying no," she told him firmly, then leaned closer to lick his jaw and breathe the words in his ear. "Fuck me, Adam. Show me who you are. Trust me. Trust me to guard your heart. Trust me to take what you can give. Claim me. The second I kissed you was the point of no return for me."
A growl in her ear. Nervousness bit through her, but she arched her throat back, granting him access. Granting him surrender.
Constrained, in-control-of-himself Adam McClain lost it. Hands skimmed up her body, his teeth sinking into her throat as he suckled hard.
Mia cried out, her entire body jerking.God. Yes.
Grabbing her by the hips, he stood and wrapped her thighs around him, taking her mouth in a furious kiss. Then her back hit his blankets and he was looming over her, pressing her down onto his sleeping gear. Another furious kiss. Hands caught in her shirt and he tugged like he was trying to get it over her head, then simply tore it clean up the center.
Maybe she should have been frightened. His eyes were pure silver now, but as his hard body came over her again, blotting out the moon, she knew she didn't have anything to fear. Hands unclasped her bra, and then his mouth was on her breasts, the rasp of his stubble making her cry out. Heat enveloped her nipple as his mouth closed over her, and Mia rocked beneath him, arching up into the hard thrust of the erection trapped behind his jeans.
