InsatiableNeed by Rosalie Stanton Page B

truth.
    She belonged to Zeth. Completely.
    His head dipped, and his mouth sucked on the bite he’d given
her. “ Mine! ”
    “Oh yes. Yes. Yes!”
    Her nails raked down his back, and her muscles clenched
around him, and when he growled against her throat and spilled himself inside
her, she’d never known a sweeter homecoming. She felt, for once in her life,
that she was exactly where she belonged. She felt completion. Utter completion.
The world around her dissolved in bliss.
    “Mine,” Zeth murmured into her throat, his hardening cock
thrusting shallowly into her pussy. “You’re mine.”
    Raegan sighed and curled her arms under his shoulders,
trembling when he began to purr.
    Perfection.
    “Mine,” he growled again, pillowing his cheek against her
breast. “Raegan…”
    Then the world stopped. Somewhere in the back of her head, a
memory surfaced. A memory buried in the pile of research she’d exhausted
herself on following Natalie’s death and Razor’s revelation. Every book by an
authority on the subject had been very clear about two things. One: werewolves
mated for life and beyond. Once a bond was forged, nothing, not even death,
could break it. Two: becoming mated to a werewolf took words of ownership and
acceptance of that ownership.
    And in a blaze of orgasmic glory, she’d given herself to
him.
    “Oh my God.” Raegan shoved him hard. She sat up with a
start, ignoring the sharp pang that shot through her the second he left her
body, and pressed her hand to her neck. Okay. Panicking. “Did you just—”
    Zeth frowned and bounced lightly at the foot of the mattress.
She really hadn’t intended to shove him that far, but…well, then again, yes she
had. She couldn’t shove him far enough away.
    It really didn’t help that he remained close enough to touch
her. If he touched her, her anger would dissipate, and she wanted to hold on to
her anger. She deserved it. He’d just done something monumentally stupid. Her
body already missed his touch, but that seemed the last thing she needed to
consider.
    “Raegan—”
    “You claimed me, you son of a bitch!”
    To his credit, Zeth didn’t look any more thrilled at the
prospect than she did, now that the fog across his face had dissipated. “I
didn’t mean to!” he objected. From how visibly he shook, though, pointing out
how very little that detail mattered likely wouldn’t do either of them any
good. “I just…” He froze and shuddered. “Oh God.”
    Raegan scooted over and smacked his arm. Hard. “You claimed me? What the hell were you thinking?”
    “I obviously wasn’t.” He scowled, sat up on his legs,
wrapped his hand around his erection, and started to stroke. There was
something seriously wrong with this picture.
    Only that had pretty much been the motto for the night, so
it lacked the shock Raegan would have liked. And why in the world would he beat
off while she remained sprawled naked in front of him? Was she not good enough
now that he’d claimed her?
    And why would that bother her?
    “No,” Zeth growled irritably, pumping himself harder. “You
shoved me out of your cunt, remember?”
    “I…I don’t give you permission to read my thoughts.”
    “I can’t read your thoughts. Claims don’t work that
way.”
    “Then how—”
    “They’re called ears.”
    “I said that out loud?”
    “Yeah. And my ears are particularly sensitive, so I can hear
even if you are muttering under your breath.” He smirked unpleasantly, palming
his balls and giving them a good squeeze. “You want me back inside?”
    Yes. She ached all over. She felt wet and desperate and very
much in need of him. She needed that cock inside her and not in his hand…no
matter how hot watching him masturbate made her. Especially when his gaze
flickered alternately between her breasts and her pussy. Especially when he
licked his lips and snarled possessively.
    She felt certifiable. Absolutely certifiable.
    “The spell’s over,” she said slowly, knowing