remained. Jaw clenching, he lifted his head. “Stop.”
Her lashes rose, and she blinked at him. “Why?”
“ Because you fear me.” He stalked away from her. It was either step away or pounce, and he wanted to show her that he could have restraint. It won’t last long. They were in an apartment of sorts. A leather couch. A TV. Bookshelves. Then toward the right…a bed. A big, four-poster.
Morgan, in that bed…
An image too tempting to resist. Let the demon wait. The vamps and wolves could keep him…entertained.
He reached for Morgan’s hand. Entwined his fingers with hers and led her to the bed. She sat down on the edge of the mattress and stared up at him. “I can’t figure you out, wolf.”
“You’ve tasted my life.” Now he truly knew what that meant. “How can I possibly have secrets from you?” He lowered onto his knees and positioned his body between her spread legs. Then Jace tilted his head and offered his throat. “Drink.” The ultimate pose of submission. For her, only her.
She’d nearly traded her life for his. Louis, we’ll name our first son after you—because you fucking saved my ass.
If he’d gone too far, taken too much from her…
Her eyes seemed so wide as she gazed at him.
“Don’t fear me,” he’d meant the words as a plea but they came out sounding like an order. Dammit. He cleared his throat. “It won’t happen again. I give you my word it—”
“You were already pulling back before Louis dislocated your shoulders.”
He blinked.
“You kept your control. And the blood—it was freely given.”
She wasn’t drinking from him. Why the hell not?
Her hand slid down his shirt. Pressed against his heart. His chest was bare. After the shift and the fury, the wolves had dressed in their back up jeans, but most hadn’t bothered with shirts. Her touch seemed to burn right through his flesh.
She stared down at her hand. At his chest. “What separates the man from the beast?”
Morgan asked softly.
He forced his jaw to unlock. “There is no separation.”
Her hand dipped lower. Found the snap of his jeans. “When you’re a wolf,” her voice grew huskier, “do you still have the mind of a man? Some stories say no. Others say yes.”
The zipper hissed down. “It’s…both.” Man and beast.
Her fingers curled around his aroused flesh. “How do you see me then? As prey?”
“No.” The wolf had only wanted to protect her. As did the man. Her thumb slid over the head of his arousal. “As what?” Her eyes held his.
“As everything.” Because that was what she’d become. Had it started that long ago night? Started with bloody tears and culminated when he’d taken her flesh?
Didn’t matter. To him, she was…all. Everything.
“Good answer,” she whispered as she leaned forward. “Very, very good.” Her fangs sank into him—not in his throat, but at the curve of his shoulder. The exact place he’d marked her for their wolf claiming. She was—she was claiming him . Pleasure exploded through Jace at her bite. White-hot, pulsing. Inside, his wolf howled even as Jace wrapped his arms around Morgan and held tight.
They tumbled back on the bed. Her mouth stayed on him. He shoved off her jeans. She hadn’t bothered with underwear. Good. That made things so much easier. Her tongue swiped over the small wound she’d made on his flesh. He shuddered against her. “Oh, damn…” His head rose, and he stared down at her. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life.
No way would he be heading into hell without having her once more. Jace thrust into her in one long, hard drive. Her gasp filled his ears, made him all the wilder, as her legs wrapped around him. Morgan arched her body and met him, thrust for thrust. Faster, faster.
Their eyes held. Their breaths heaved out.
Her body was tight and slick, and Jace’s thin control slipped away with every sensual move of her body.
He took her mouth even as he took her body.
Nothing was
Her lashes rose, and she blinked at him. “Why?”
“ Because you fear me.” He stalked away from her. It was either step away or pounce, and he wanted to show her that he could have restraint. It won’t last long. They were in an apartment of sorts. A leather couch. A TV. Bookshelves. Then toward the right…a bed. A big, four-poster.
Morgan, in that bed…
An image too tempting to resist. Let the demon wait. The vamps and wolves could keep him…entertained.
He reached for Morgan’s hand. Entwined his fingers with hers and led her to the bed. She sat down on the edge of the mattress and stared up at him. “I can’t figure you out, wolf.”
“You’ve tasted my life.” Now he truly knew what that meant. “How can I possibly have secrets from you?” He lowered onto his knees and positioned his body between her spread legs. Then Jace tilted his head and offered his throat. “Drink.” The ultimate pose of submission. For her, only her.
She’d nearly traded her life for his. Louis, we’ll name our first son after you—because you fucking saved my ass.
If he’d gone too far, taken too much from her…
Her eyes seemed so wide as she gazed at him.
“Don’t fear me,” he’d meant the words as a plea but they came out sounding like an order. Dammit. He cleared his throat. “It won’t happen again. I give you my word it—”
“You were already pulling back before Louis dislocated your shoulders.”
He blinked.
“You kept your control. And the blood—it was freely given.”
She wasn’t drinking from him. Why the hell not?
Her hand slid down his shirt. Pressed against his heart. His chest was bare. After the shift and the fury, the wolves had dressed in their back up jeans, but most hadn’t bothered with shirts. Her touch seemed to burn right through his flesh.
She stared down at her hand. At his chest. “What separates the man from the beast?”
Morgan asked softly.
He forced his jaw to unlock. “There is no separation.”
Her hand dipped lower. Found the snap of his jeans. “When you’re a wolf,” her voice grew huskier, “do you still have the mind of a man? Some stories say no. Others say yes.”
The zipper hissed down. “It’s…both.” Man and beast.
Her fingers curled around his aroused flesh. “How do you see me then? As prey?”
“No.” The wolf had only wanted to protect her. As did the man. Her thumb slid over the head of his arousal. “As what?” Her eyes held his.
“As everything.” Because that was what she’d become. Had it started that long ago night? Started with bloody tears and culminated when he’d taken her flesh?
Didn’t matter. To him, she was…all. Everything.
“Good answer,” she whispered as she leaned forward. “Very, very good.” Her fangs sank into him—not in his throat, but at the curve of his shoulder. The exact place he’d marked her for their wolf claiming. She was—she was claiming him . Pleasure exploded through Jace at her bite. White-hot, pulsing. Inside, his wolf howled even as Jace wrapped his arms around Morgan and held tight.
They tumbled back on the bed. Her mouth stayed on him. He shoved off her jeans. She hadn’t bothered with underwear. Good. That made things so much easier. Her tongue swiped over the small wound she’d made on his flesh. He shuddered against her. “Oh, damn…” His head rose, and he stared down at her. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life.
No way would he be heading into hell without having her once more. Jace thrust into her in one long, hard drive. Her gasp filled his ears, made him all the wilder, as her legs wrapped around him. Morgan arched her body and met him, thrust for thrust. Faster, faster.
Their eyes held. Their breaths heaved out.
Her body was tight and slick, and Jace’s thin control slipped away with every sensual move of her body.
He took her mouth even as he took her body.
Nothing was
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