had made her hungry.
For him.
She ached. Her nipples hurt, wanting his touch so badly, and with every vibration of that motorcycle…
Cade.
Allison wanted to scream with the frustrated need building so wildly inside of her. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t right.
And her fangs hadn’t gone away.
Her fangs were out and her fingernails had sharpened up like mini-claws.
Cade parked the motorcycle in front of what looked like your average no-tell-motel. She followed him quickly to the front desk, wondering about the fierce looks he kept sending her.
Did he realize that she was barely keeping it together? That she was seriously considering throwing the guy down on the ground and jumping him?
What is wrong with me?
She’d never been like this.
The balding guy behind the counter didn’t even give them a second glance. So what if she was still wet and her clothes were mostly burned? He just scooped up Cade’s money and tossed them a key. About thirty seconds later, they were entering room number 16, and Allison was trying hard to hold onto her control.
The door clicked shut behind them.
Want.
The whisper in her mind didn’t even seem to be her own. It felt too strong. Too dark.
Her eyes squeezed shut. “This isn’t me.”
The floor creaked as Cade stalked closer. “It’s who you’re gonna be.”
“Don’t.” The word was a snarl, but this was wrong. Her claws, her teeth—she could hurt him. If he touched her, Allison’s control would shatter.
Can’t hurt him.
But she had to get herself under control. Had to quench the fire that was building—
Her eyes flew open. Without glancing at Cade, Allison lunged across the room. She rushed into the miniscule bathroom and yanked on the shower’s cold water. That was what she needed. A good, cold shower and everything would be fine again. She’d cool down. Pretend she was back to normal and everything would be fine.
Her burnt clothes hit the ground. Naked, she stepped into the shower. The water hit her, hard and stinging and—
Cade’s hands wrapped around her shoulders. He turned her around as that pounding water slid over her flesh.
He’d shed his clothes and he stood before her, naked. He stepped into the shower.
Fighting herself, she backed up. Allison could feel her control splintering and she knew, right then, she knew that she was becoming someone else.
Something else.
In an instant, she grabbed Cade and pushed him back against the rough tiled wall. “Don’t.” She barely managed to speak. “I can hurt you.” Her words were close to an animal’s growl.
But her werewolf laughed. “Ah, sweetheart, trust me on this…I can handle you.”
He broke her hold. Took her mouth in a kiss that made her sex clench and her knees tremble and suddenly she was the one with her back pressed against that tile.
He’d reversed their positions so fast she barely had time to blink. Her back was against the tile. He’d lifted her up effortlessly, and he held her in his rock-hard embrace.
His mouth was on her throat. Licking her, sucking her flesh.
His cock pushed at the entrance of her body.
In.
His teeth scored her flesh and she shuddered in hungry arousal. “Cade!”
The water pounded down on them. He drove into her. She gasped as he filled her, stretching her body, only to withdraw seconds later and thrust in deeper, harder than before.
Again and again.
Her legs wrapped around his hips. Her hands slid over his slick flesh. The water didn’t seem so cold anymore. Not when he was burning hot against her.
Allison’s teeth began to burn, stretching and sharpening in her mouth. She wanted to bite him. To taste that delicious blood once more.
She clamped her lips together and arched her hips against him.
No, no she could be just a woman. She could—
He pulled back a bit, kept her pinned. Then took her breast in his mouth. Her nipples were so sensitive that the rough lick of his tongue had her moaning.
Her nails
For him.
She ached. Her nipples hurt, wanting his touch so badly, and with every vibration of that motorcycle…
Cade.
Allison wanted to scream with the frustrated need building so wildly inside of her. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t right.
And her fangs hadn’t gone away.
Her fangs were out and her fingernails had sharpened up like mini-claws.
Cade parked the motorcycle in front of what looked like your average no-tell-motel. She followed him quickly to the front desk, wondering about the fierce looks he kept sending her.
Did he realize that she was barely keeping it together? That she was seriously considering throwing the guy down on the ground and jumping him?
What is wrong with me?
She’d never been like this.
The balding guy behind the counter didn’t even give them a second glance. So what if she was still wet and her clothes were mostly burned? He just scooped up Cade’s money and tossed them a key. About thirty seconds later, they were entering room number 16, and Allison was trying hard to hold onto her control.
The door clicked shut behind them.
Want.
The whisper in her mind didn’t even seem to be her own. It felt too strong. Too dark.
Her eyes squeezed shut. “This isn’t me.”
The floor creaked as Cade stalked closer. “It’s who you’re gonna be.”
“Don’t.” The word was a snarl, but this was wrong. Her claws, her teeth—she could hurt him. If he touched her, Allison’s control would shatter.
Can’t hurt him.
But she had to get herself under control. Had to quench the fire that was building—
Her eyes flew open. Without glancing at Cade, Allison lunged across the room. She rushed into the miniscule bathroom and yanked on the shower’s cold water. That was what she needed. A good, cold shower and everything would be fine again. She’d cool down. Pretend she was back to normal and everything would be fine.
Her burnt clothes hit the ground. Naked, she stepped into the shower. The water hit her, hard and stinging and—
Cade’s hands wrapped around her shoulders. He turned her around as that pounding water slid over her flesh.
He’d shed his clothes and he stood before her, naked. He stepped into the shower.
Fighting herself, she backed up. Allison could feel her control splintering and she knew, right then, she knew that she was becoming someone else.
Something else.
In an instant, she grabbed Cade and pushed him back against the rough tiled wall. “Don’t.” She barely managed to speak. “I can hurt you.” Her words were close to an animal’s growl.
But her werewolf laughed. “Ah, sweetheart, trust me on this…I can handle you.”
He broke her hold. Took her mouth in a kiss that made her sex clench and her knees tremble and suddenly she was the one with her back pressed against that tile.
He’d reversed their positions so fast she barely had time to blink. Her back was against the tile. He’d lifted her up effortlessly, and he held her in his rock-hard embrace.
His mouth was on her throat. Licking her, sucking her flesh.
His cock pushed at the entrance of her body.
In.
His teeth scored her flesh and she shuddered in hungry arousal. “Cade!”
The water pounded down on them. He drove into her. She gasped as he filled her, stretching her body, only to withdraw seconds later and thrust in deeper, harder than before.
Again and again.
Her legs wrapped around his hips. Her hands slid over his slick flesh. The water didn’t seem so cold anymore. Not when he was burning hot against her.
Allison’s teeth began to burn, stretching and sharpening in her mouth. She wanted to bite him. To taste that delicious blood once more.
She clamped her lips together and arched her hips against him.
No, no she could be just a woman. She could—
He pulled back a bit, kept her pinned. Then took her breast in his mouth. Her nipples were so sensitive that the rough lick of his tongue had her moaning.
Her nails
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