InsatiableNeed by Rosalie Stanton Page A

time he tried to drag his cock away from her
aching pussy. “Uhh…”
    “Admit it,” Zeth drawled with a grin, teasing her nipple
with his teeth. “You’re just eating this up.”
    “Get over yourself.”
    “Well, you were earlier, anyway.” He bit lightly at her flesh.
“That was your first time, wasn’t it? Taking it down the throat like that?”
    Raegan’s skin flushed hot. Why on earth would he think that?
Was she that bad? “No,” she ground out, enjoying the way his eyes widened in
shock and…jealousy? God, her life just couldn’t get any stranger. “No… You…
Uhhh…”
    “You let someone else into your mouth?” he demanded, his
gaze burning with illogical outrage, his thrusts driving to frenzy without
warning. Raegan squeaked ineloquently and squeezed his shoulders, her head falling
back as she tried desperately to match his pace. Every time his cock left her
body, he took a part of her with him.
    He growled something unintelligibly into her skin, rocking
against her with sharp, jerky thrusts to accentuate every breath that escaped
his lean body. Not until his mouth neared her ear did she make any sense of
what he said at all.
    “Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…”
    The headboard crashed against the wall again. Zeth’s cock
pounded into her pussy, his mouth at her ear, his hands exploring her body
possessively. He marked her, damn, he marked her all over. No part of her
didn’t shake, didn’t tremble under the influence of his sinful touch. No part
of her felt anything but him.
    “Mine!” he snarled, and she felt his fangs nudge her cheek.
Fangs? Raegan reeled back long enough to see a yellow glow in his eyes. A thick
smattering of fur had sprouted along his shoulders and chest, inching up his
neck, but going no farther. Holy shit, she’d never seen him like this. She
hadn’t even known it was possible to only kinda-sorta wolf out, and even if she
did, she definitely would never have expected the sight to make her heart pound
with anything but terror.
    In that moment, he was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
    Raegan was too startled—too aroused—to balk or scream or do
anything but pant and moan and hope he didn’t kill her when his fangs pierced
her neck.
    And why didn’t that worry her? She knew he would bite her,
and for whatever reason, she didn’t care. She couldn’t worry about his fangs.
She couldn’t. She felt too preoccupied with the wicked strokes of his cock.
With the way she felt like dying every time he slid from her pussy, no matter
how much his movements made her body sing.
    Zeth growled and fisted a handful of her hair, jerking her
head back. “You’re mine!” he snarled, his thrusts hard, his gaze feral. “You’re mine .”
    A sliver of fear, tagged with defiance, raced down Raegan’s
spine. She belonged to no one, least of all Zeth. It didn’t matter that he was
wolfed out and currently screwing her into oblivion. A spell was a
spell—nothing more. She had no control over herself, and she owed Zeth squat.
    “Mine!” he barked again, smashing inside her. “ Mine! ”
    “No!”
    The feel of his ivory fangs slicing into her throat
triggered an explosion of pure euphoria. Her mouth fought to latch on to
something—anything—to stifle her elated cry, but Zeth’s incisors were buried in
her neck, he pounded her into an Raegan-shaped hole in the mattress, and
nothing could prevent the scream of his name from flying off her lips.
    “ Mine! ” he snarled again, his head snapping back, his
yellow eyes swallowing her whole. His lips were red with her blood, and she
felt a rush of unadulterated lust shoot straight to her core. “You’re mine ,
Raegan!”
    “Oh God. Oh God.”
    “Say it! Tell me you’re mine!”
    A warning bell went off. Something felt wrong. Somewhere in
the back of her head, screaming for recognition, was a voice telling her the
second she said yes she would enter a lifetime of regret. But in that instant,
there existed no other