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“Yes, but I assure you the stories you’ve heard of both have been greatly exaggerated, except perhaps the fact that they don’t get along too well. I’m actually friends with a few members of the London Blood Society. They can be a bit too brooding and melancholy for my tastes, but I like vampires wellenough.”
She ran over the rest of the species in her head. “What’s the difference between werewolves and shifters? I mean, are there wolf shifters or just werewolves?” She couldn’t believe she was having this discussion with him, but for the moment she was just trying to learn as much as shecould.
Mikhail twined his fingers in her hair and bent his head to nuzzle hercheek.
“So many questions,” he purred against her ear. “I don’t think I’ve distracted youenough.”
She lay lengthwise on the couch with him, her body on top of his, her back to his chest. He took full advantage of the position and set the portfolio on the ground. Then he parted the satin dressing gown and cupped one of her breasts. Her nipple pebbled in the cold, and he played with it until wet heat pooled between herthighs.
“You’re the most wicked man I’ve ever met,” she moaned. He growled, and his erection hardened beneath her as she wriggled herhips.
“Teasing wenches get bitten and then beddedroughly,” he warned in a dangerous voice, but it only heightened the building erotic charge in the air aroundthem.
“Wench?” She took his hand from her breast and slid it down between her thighs. She moaned as one of his fingers played with her, dipping into the wet heat. Mikhail knew just how to torture her to the brink ofexploding.
“Yes, wench.” He chuckled and bit her earlobe. A zing of pleasure shot straight to her clit. “You forget how old I am. I was born in an age where a man took a woman when he wantedher.”
That shouldn’t have turned her on, dammit, but it did. His words, so delicious and forbidden, took her fantasies of dominant men to a whole new level. She wanted to pretend she was a medieval wench. Unable to resist, she leaped up from the couch, laughing as she spun to see a shocked expression on hisface.
“Thiswenchneeds to be caught, m’lord.” She blew a kiss at him and ran from the room. Even though she was playing a game, her body responded wildly to the chase. Her heart pounded against her ears, and she could already imagine how it would feel to be captured by him, to be drawn back into that dark, erotic world he created when it was just the two of them, bodies pressed against each other. He knew what she needed, that edge of domination, that hint of fear without actually being afraid. It heightened everything, made it all too intense, too overpowering, and utterly, devastatinglyperfect.
Her dressing gown flowed behind her as she rushed for the stairs. The sound of footsteps behind her warned that Mikhail was coming fast on her heels. She reached his room a few seconds ahead of him, but she couldn’t get the door shut because he shoved an arm through, catching the frame. She abandoned that plan and darted around the massive bed, keeping it between them. He stood on the other side, watching her with golden eyes. All trace of the bewitching green was gone. The honey-fired depths seemed to hypnotizeher.
“Nowhere to run, littledove.”
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Dragonman,
Dragonman,
Between thee andthine,
Share me that glimpse oflove
Greater thanmine.
—AnneMcCaffrey
Acrooked smilecurved Mikhail’s lips, and it made him that much sexier. He stood there in nothing but unbuttoned jeans, showing the dark trail of hair from his navel leading down to his waist. The indentions of his hips made her mouth run dry. She was thirsty for a taste ofhim.
“Surrender and I won’t be too rough,” he said in a smug tone. A hint of the medieval badass he had been six hundred years ago crept through, which might have scared any other woman. But shewantedthat rough edge in him. She didn’t care that she was still sore; her body wanted—needed—to be owned and possessed byhim.
She started to crawl over the bed, her eyes wide and soft as though she planned to give him what he wanted. He placed his hands on his hips and came closer. When he reached the bed, she leaped off and sprinted for the bathroom. But he moved too fast for her. She was grabbed from behind and lifted into the air, then tossed onto the bed. He grabbed one of her ankles and with a gentle tug flipped her over onto her stomach. Then he pulled her back toward the edge of the bed. Her legs fell off the side of the mattress, and cold air hit her backside as he pushed the dressing gown out of the way. She was completely exposed from behind and bent over the bed. Piper dug her nails in the bedding, her breath comingfast.
“Naughty little wench.” Mikhail’s deep growl was more animal than human, and that dangerous undertone made her body flush with heat. Damn, this man could role-play like agod.
“Guess you have to be rough then,” she said, hoping he would take thehint.
He leaned over her. His jeans and hips pressed into her bare ass until she felt the bulge of his shaft. His fingers twisted into her hair, tugging just hard enough that a wisp of pain skated down herspine.
“Like that?” he asked. He gave another tug, and she whimpered as her womb clenched and her thighs quivered. It was a good thing she was bent over the bed because her legs wouldn’t be able to hold her up muchlonger.
Mikhail stroked a fingertip down her neck, then traced down the line of her spine and finally slipped that finger between the cleft of her ass, down to her slit. She buried her face in the bedding as he thrust his finger in. He soon found a spot inside her that made her whimper. Her hips gave an involuntarily jerk. He found it, instinctively, that spot some men swore didn’t even exist. And he was killing her withit.
“Beg,” he commanded. Darkness edged his voice, but it was a darkness she craved and did not fear. If she needed him to, he would stop in a heartbeat. That’s what made this all so much better. He could give her what sheneeded.
“Please…” The word barely escaped as he continued to rub that spot with the pad of hisfinger.
