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  His next words took her right to the edge. “Let’s go.”

  It wasn’t a question and she didn’t mind his demanding tone one bit.

  Thick, warm fingers wrapped around her hand and Jane followed along eagerly as he led her through the crowd. His restraint at not tearing everyone in their way to shreds was admirable and everything, but Jane’s wolf howled at her to get down to business already. She had a scratch that only Reese could reach. She wanted him more than anything or anyone else in her entire life.

  Being so close to him, covered in his scent and body prepared to accept every inch of his cock…

  Nothing had ever felt more right.

  CHAPTER 2

  Reese gripped Jane’s hand and guided her through the crowd, his wolf howling in approval. He’d found a female—a strong, delicious wolf female—and he couldn’t wait to get her to his den.

  Er, his hotel room.

  He reached the wide breezeway that led to the hotel doors, only to feel a strong hand grab his shoulder. Brody, his beta and best friend, stepped in front of Reese, his arms crossed over his barrel of a chest. Reese’s wolf snarled its objection at being delayed. The beast wanted to cover Jane in their scent. Now.

  “Whatever it is, it can wait,” Reese growled. He pulled Jane in tightly behind him and hoped Brody would get the hint.

  Brody’s gaze drifted over the girl—which set Reese’s teeth on edge—and then focused on his friend again. “No, it can’t.”

  When Reese didn’t budge, Brody leaned in and whispered, “You don’t want to do this.”

  Again, Brody’s eyes flicked over to Jane. No matter their history, if Brody looked at Jane again…

  “I assure you, I do,” Reese growled, staring his friend down, but Brody only moved to stand more squarely in Reese’s path.

  “Reese, listen—” Brody started, but Reese snarled and let a little of his wolf out. His eyes burned as brown bled to full amber and his gums ached as his fangs descended.

  “If you want to keep your hide intact, you’ll step aside.”

  The two men stared each other down for a long moment, and Reese wondered if he’d have to pin his beta to the concrete. They remained in place, neither of them flinching, until Brody finally let his gaze lower to the ground.

  His beta stepped aside, but just as Reese pushed past him, Brody spoke one last time. “You better remember I tried to stop you.”

  Reese ignored him. The only thing that mattered was getting Jane to his room. Then they could ravage each other like the animals they were. Once inside the posh hotel, he jabbed the elevator button repeatedly, willing it to hurry.

  Whatever ate at Brody could wait until morning—along with everything else. Tonight, he wasn’t the alpha of the Warren pack. He wasn’t in Ft. Lauderdale on pack business, searching for a way to end the conflict between his pack and another. His sole purpose was to make Jane scream with a kind of pleasure she’d never experienced.

  A pleasure he ached for, himself. Pressure had been building since his father died, leaving him to lead his pack. He’d tried to find solace in the arms of the women in his pack, but none had provided the distraction he desperately needed. But this beautiful stranger would take his mind off his newfound responsibilities.

  Between her long, strawberry blonde waves and curves in all the right places… she was a gorgeous, tempting distraction. Every time he looked at her, he found something new to lust after. He couldn’t wait to peel away her skin-tight red tank top and see exactly what lay underneath.

  Knowing she was a wolf just like him, he didn’t bother to limit his strength. He pulled her into the elevator car, thankful no one else occupied the space. One arm wrapped around Jane, he quickly slid his keycard into the control panel. Now they’d have a nonstop trip to his penthouse suite. The moment the doors slipped shut once again, he pulled her to him and buried his face in her neck. A deep breath brought him more of her tantalizing scent and he couldn’t withhold the groan that filled his chest.

  “My God, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice ragged to his own ears. “Smell s’good.”

  His cock throbbed in his slacks, length straining his pants.

  Jane moaned in response, the sound like a physical touch. One that wrapped around his dick and stroked him from base to tip. That was all the permission he needed to take what they both desired.

  Reese slipped his fingers into her hair and fisted the silken strands. He used his grip to tip her head back and urge her onto her toes. Now their lips were mere millimeters apart. The heat from her panting breaths nearly destroyed him, urging him to capture her mouth with his own, but he couldn’t stop staring into her pale green eyes. His breath caught in his throat and he was utterly hypnotized by her beauty. When she whined and squirmed against him, he knew it was time to act and he lowered his head toward hers.

  The moment their lips touched, he lost whatever sense remained. All that mattered was Jane—touching and kissing every part of her.

  No woman had ever felt this perfect in his embrace and his inner wolf howled its agreement. It urged him to take, to claim. Take her body until she was coated in his scent.

  She yielded to him, sinking into his kiss with passionate abandon. But that didn’t mean she was a passive partner. She clung to him, fingers fisting his shirt and pulling him tighter against her. Her tongue swept out to meet his, deepening their kiss and taunting him at the same time. She met him stroke for stroke, her passion rising to meet his until they fed off each other’s need.

  The scent of her desire filled the small space, her slick pussy ready for his cock.

  Fuck. Eternity wouldn’t be long enough for Reese to get his fill of Jane’s lush body. His hands freely roamed her curves, cupping the roundness of her ass and exploring the swell of her breasts. The warmth from her aroused flesh burned him and he ached to touch her without the barrier of clothing.

  Jane broke their kiss with a rough gasp, her chest heaving with her panting breaths. “Do you think there are cameras in here?”

  A shudder of desire slithered down his spine. “Who cares?”

  Her body trembled and she pulled away, giving him a wicked grin—wicked and hungry. Then she licked her plump lips and dropped to her knees.

  “Oh, fuck,” he grunted as she made quick work of his zipper.

  For a brief flash, he wondered if he should stop her and insist on waiting until they reached his room. But any ability to think vanished the second her fingers wrapped around his stiff cock and pulled him free of his jeans.

  He’d never seen a more beautiful sight, a gorgeous woman on her knees, lips parted to take his cock deep… His length twitched and she caressed the tip of his shaft with her thumb, rubbing away the drop of pre-cum decorating the mushroomed head.

  “Fuck, Jane,” he rasped and watched as she brought her mouth closer to his hardness. Any moment now she’d take him into her mouth and…

  In his final lucid moment, he slammed his palm against the emergency stop button. The alarm released a piercing ring, but neither paid any attention.

  Not when Jane’s eyes sparkled with dark hunger. Eyes on him and with a teasing smile, she stroked him so slowly he thought he might lose his damned mind. She added a small twist, her movements increasing in pace as she gripped him tighter. She pumped him over and over again, holding off on giving him what they both craved. As if she read his mind, she grinned and flicked her tongue past her plump lips.

  “Suck it,” his command came out as barely more than a growl.

  Jane whimpered as if she’d been eagerly awaiting his order and then dipped her head until he could no longer see her eyes. She moved slowly, flicking her tongue here and there, the barely-there caresses driving him to the brink of insanity. Reese gripped the handrail until his knuckles ached. If he didn’t restrain himself, he’d bury his fingers in her hair and force his dick down her throat. For her to take all of him and give him so much pleasure… Fuck. He had no doubt that would happen at some time
during the night.

  Gazing down as she explored him, he wished he could capture the image forever. This woman on her knees, accepting all he had to offer. Just as he committed the details to memory, her lips took him in fully and his world flipped upside down. Breath whooshed from his lungs and he was barely aware of his movements. He wove his fingers into her hair while she gingerly obeyed his previous command.

  Suck it.

  Her mouth was warm and welcoming, and he allowed his head to fall back against the wall. She took him in inch by inch, until the head of his cock nudged the back of her throat.

  “Fuck. Yes, just like that,” he hissed. His dick throbbed and twitched inside her wet heat. His balls ached for release, to flood her mouth with his cum.

  Jane hummed her agreement and the vibrations ricocheted across his nerve endings. The vibrations sent him spiraling toward the edge of bliss. A tingle ran up his spine, and his balls tightened as she slid her head back and then down again.

  Damn but he was close. So fucking close.

  What he wouldn’t give to let go of all control and allow her to take him past the brink. Watching her swallow everything he had to give would be a dream come true, but the promise of more stopped him. He recalled the way her body moved against his on the dance floor, how she ground her ass into him. How her body begged him to take her. No, the night wouldn’t end until he knew every inch of this woman and they were both too exhausted to move.

  Reese mustered the will to stop and let his head drop forward. Fuck, that was a mistake. Staring down at her, seeing her legs spread wide enough that her very tiny, very tight skirt had rolled up to her waist. A lacy red thong peeked out from underneath, teasing him as her body moved. He gripped the bar behind him even tighter and struggled against the urge to take her on the floor of the elevator. He had no idea who this woman was, but he was powerless against her.

  Especially when her lips were wrapped around his cock.

  Groaning with effort, Reese uncurled the fingers of one hand from the railing and gently pushed her away. She slowly dragged her mouth along his shaft and caught his eye when she carefully released his cock. She smiled as she wiped the corner of her mouth and then slowly stood.

  Jane didn’t seem to give a damn that her skirt remained caught around her waist. She turned and bent to push the emergency button, ending that annoying alarm.

  It would have only taken a flick to move the thin scrap of fabric aside and make her his. Then the elevator jerked alive and he managed to stuff himself back into his jeans, cursing the rough fabric as it scraped his sensitive flesh.

  Still, he couldn’t let a perfectly good ass go to waste. He gripped her hips and pulled her back. He pressed against her for the rest of the ride, reveling in the way she moved her hips in slow, rhythmic circles. He slipped his hand down the front of the skimpy thong, and Jane gasped and arched against him in response. Evidence of her need coated his fingers, her slick wetness teasing him with her tempting warmth.

  An ache he’d never experienced consumed him. He’d never desired a woman so fully in his life. So completely.

  The elevator dinged and doors slid open to reveal the penthouse suite. He didn’t hesitate to sweep Jane into his arms and carry her into his temporary home.

  Reese let himself go, releasing a growl of need as he carried her through the ridiculously luxurious suite. He couldn’t move fast enough, his shoes beating a staccato on the polished marble floor.

  She wasn’t idle as he moved down the hall, her teasing lips and talented tongue kissing and licking his neck. His wolf howled its approval, overjoyed when her teeth scraped his skin and the desperate need for her bite assaulted him. His own fangs lengthened in response, piercing his gums and emerging in preparation.

  First fuck, then claim. The words pounded through his veins, the drive increasing with every step.

  Fuck. Claim. Fuck. Claim.

  Reese turned one last corner and reached the bedroom, striding into the room without hesitation. He tossed Jane onto the massive bed and she bounced on the cushioned surface. She lay there, sprawled and panting heavily, waiting for him. Those bright red panties lured him, calling him forward and he crept closer.

  With a flick of his wrist and slice of his wolf’s claws, her top lay in tatters, revealing a sheer red bra underneath—tiny scraps of silk and lace that matched those wicked panties. His mouth watered at the sight of her hard nipples straining against the delicate fabric.

  Crawling over her like a hunter claiming his prey, he lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth. Jane cried out and arched against him, giving him access to the clasp in the back. He reached behind her and tugged on the clasp, claw parting the cloth with ease. He caught the cup of her bra with his teeth and tugged, pulling the lace away from his prize. Those dusky pink nubs beckoned him, begging to be sucked and flicked. Would her skin taste as sweet and sinful as her mouth?

  Probably better.

  And he couldn’t wait to test that theory, but not before he got his cock inside her. Hard. Deep.

  And all fucking night long.

  He retreated and pulled her bra from her body, tossing the lacy garment over his shoulder. Then he eased back and withdrew from the bed, reaching for the thin sides of her panties. He hooked his fingers beneath the elastic and tugged, drawing that small barrier down her legs. The moment he tossed the bit of silk away, Jane parted her legs, revealing his prize. Dark blonde curls hid her pussy from his view, dampness clinging to the closely cropped strands. Her pink flesh teased him, urging him to come closer for a taste.

  Soon.

  Reese reached for the buttons of his shirt, quickly releasing each one until it slipped from his shoulders and fell to the ground. Next, he toed off his shoes and worked on his pants. Wolf’s claws made handling the button and zipper difficult, but he was motivated. He wasn’t going to let a little thing like clothing get in the way of having Jane.

  Jane’s hands went to her skirt, tugging at the lower hem, and he grasped her wrist before she could move another inch.

  “No,” he growled. “That stays on. Stockings and heels, too.”

  The black thigh highs and four inch heels had been driving him crazy. Pushing the skirt back up to her waist, he stood back for a long moment to admire the gorgeous creature in front of him. Her body was everything it had promised to be—plump curves and pale skin. The swell of her breasts and ass were enough to make him want to spend a month exploring every inch of her body.

  He wanted to lock them both in the hotel room and stay there for eternity, discovering new ways to make each other cry out with pleasure.

  But they only had one night.

  Reese grasped her ankles and tugged her closer until her ass rested on the very edge of the mattress. “Turn over, feet on the ground, that pretty ass on display for me.”

  And in the perfect position for him to slide right into that hot pussy.

  Jane obeyed, twisting her body and arching her back to put the curve of her ass on full display.

  Damn if this girl didn’t know exactly what she was doing.

  JANE HAD no idea what she was doing, but she did know she didn’t want to stop. One look from him and her pussy clenched. One gentle touch and her clit twitched. As for the feel of his cock in her mouth…

  She’d never done that before—had never wanted to do such a thing—but it’d felt right with Reese. Right and wicked at the same time.

  She moved into position without hesitation, feet on the ground and pussy on display. Cold air bathed her heated flesh, sending a new tendril of longing through her. She’d never been so alive with desire in her life, never craved another so badly she was willing to do anything to feel him inside her. Blood thundered in her ears and drowned her ability to hear. But she didn’t need to hear in order to feel Reese’s every touch.

  Her wolf whimpered and whined, her animal anxious to be claimed. It longed to feel Reese’s wolf break the flesh of her neck, to claim her as his mate. His scent drugged
her, lulled her wolf’s inhibitions until the animal could think of nothing but being taken by the large alpha.

  Which was impossible.

  Not only was she trying to establish life outside of a pack, but she had no idea where—and which pack—Reese called home. All she knew was that he was tall and chiseled, muscles practically cut from stone, and his scent tempted her to throw caution to the wind. With every breath, she had to fight her wolf that much harder. The beast was determined to receive Reese’s bite.

  Jane glanced over her shoulder, hair tickling her back as she whipped her head to the side. She wanted to gauge Reese’s reaction, see what he thought of her body. One look was all she needed to see that the big bad wolf liked what he had spread bare in front of him. His eyes were pure amber and sprinklings of fur dotted his cheeks then flowed down his neck. He was bare from waist up, those muscles on display. As for waist down… His pants still clung to his hips, balancing on the deeply carved muscles.

  It’d only take one nudge for them to pool at his feet. One nudge to reveal all of him—including that thick, glorious cock. Her mouth watered, memories of his dick in her mouth making her ache for more.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured and reached for her. He traced the curve of her spine, single finger skating over her sensitive skin. He didn’t stop when he reached the top of her ass. No, he continued, teasing the wicked pucker between her ass cheeks and on until he reached her pussy. He ran that fingertip up and down her slit, giving her pleasure yet still holding it just out of reach.

  “So wet for me, aren’t you?” His voice turned rough with the growl of his wolf. He dipped between her lower lips, sliding easily through her cream until he found her clit.

  A lightning bolt of pleasure speared her, entire body thrumming with need at that caress. Jane moaned and then whimpered, wiggling her ass as she sought more of his touch. And he gave it to her. He circled and tapped her clit, taunting that bundle of nerves with a tempo that had her clawing at the bed. Her nails emerged, sharp tips digging into the blanket and slicing the fabric with ease. She should care about the damage, but…