tight,” he murmured as he gripped her legs and began to pump against her.
“Fuck yourself, Chantal. Fuck your pussy for me.” The double penetration brought out the wildness within her. She felt the beast begin to surface, and she let Dylan see it, growling at him, scratching his arm with her free hand. His fingers bit into her legs as he began to power deeper, harder, and she cried out, demanding it, needing each punishing thrust he gave her. The animal within him, though not visible, was present. She could see it in the swirling darkness in his eyes and she reveled in its power, its match for her strength. The mating was savage as he pistoned his cock deep in her anus. She thrust another finger in her pussy, using her other hand to tease her clit.
“You ready to come?” he asked, lifting her even higher off the bed as he fucked her now, his voice low, deep, like a growl.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Fuck me hard.”
She dug her fingers deep into her pussy as he slammed his cock into her ass. When her climax hit, she howled as the pleasure splintered her, making her shake so hard she rocked the mattress. She screamed, unable to control the sensations as every nerve ending came alive with her orgasm.
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Dylan yelled and shot hot cum into her ass, pressing deep, his body plastered against hers as he raised her legs over his shoulder and shuddered against her. She saw the light in his eyes, the yellowing glow as he soared through his orgasm. Though brief, it was still there and she knew then his change was coming soon.
Panting, shaking and drenched in perspiration, they showered afterward. Dylan was achingly tender with her as he washed her all over, his lips pressed to her skin as he rinsed her body. He caressed her, then positioned her up against the wall of the shower and took her again, this time slowly, his cock moving inside her with sweet, oh-so-gentle strokes. She came again with an explosion that nearly sent her to her knees.
He kissed her, soft kisses like a spring rain instead of their typical hard passion, until he came inside her with a torrent of shudders, gripping her so tight and so close to his body that it brought tears to her eyes.
He was an enigma. Hard and passionate one minute, soft and tender the next.
Challenging her in every way, meeting her head-on and giving her everything she could ever ask for in a mate. A true partner.
Damn him. She was falling in love and she didn’t like it one bit.
Chantal Devlin had never loved a man in her entire life. And she had no idea how to handle this.
Because she wasn’t keeping Dylan Maxwell. He wasn’t her mate.
He wasn’t!
The Joint was jammed up with all the usual people. Chantal led them to the table she and Maia typically occupied near the front window. Their favorite waiter, Joe, came over.
“Hey, you two,” he said, grabbing his pad from his pocket. “Been awhile.”
“Where’ve you been?” Chantal asked. “We missed you.” 55
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Joe grinned a boyish smile. “Visiting family while on break from college.” He rolled his eyes. “Obligations you know. They drive you crazy if they don’t get to do a visual inspection at least a couple times a year. But I’m back now. And I see you two lovely ladies brought dates this time, huh?”
“Yeah,” Chantal said. They ordered drinks and she surveyed the room.
“No one looks out of place,” Maia remarked. “Typical crew.” Chantal nodded. “But we’ll give it a couple hours and see who wanders in and out.”
While they sat and drank, Chantal watched Dylan. He seemed unsettled. Fidgety.
Like something was bothering him. And he wasn’t making eye contact with her. She was sitting next to him, but he kept looking out over the crowd and didn’t once look at her. She tugged on his shirt sleeve and he turned to her.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You seem…anxious.”
He shrugged. “Just want to find the guy.” He looked away.
It was
“Fuck yourself, Chantal. Fuck your pussy for me.” The double penetration brought out the wildness within her. She felt the beast begin to surface, and she let Dylan see it, growling at him, scratching his arm with her free hand. His fingers bit into her legs as he began to power deeper, harder, and she cried out, demanding it, needing each punishing thrust he gave her. The animal within him, though not visible, was present. She could see it in the swirling darkness in his eyes and she reveled in its power, its match for her strength. The mating was savage as he pistoned his cock deep in her anus. She thrust another finger in her pussy, using her other hand to tease her clit.
“You ready to come?” he asked, lifting her even higher off the bed as he fucked her now, his voice low, deep, like a growl.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Fuck me hard.”
She dug her fingers deep into her pussy as he slammed his cock into her ass. When her climax hit, she howled as the pleasure splintered her, making her shake so hard she rocked the mattress. She screamed, unable to control the sensations as every nerve ending came alive with her orgasm.
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Dylan yelled and shot hot cum into her ass, pressing deep, his body plastered against hers as he raised her legs over his shoulder and shuddered against her. She saw the light in his eyes, the yellowing glow as he soared through his orgasm. Though brief, it was still there and she knew then his change was coming soon.
Panting, shaking and drenched in perspiration, they showered afterward. Dylan was achingly tender with her as he washed her all over, his lips pressed to her skin as he rinsed her body. He caressed her, then positioned her up against the wall of the shower and took her again, this time slowly, his cock moving inside her with sweet, oh-so-gentle strokes. She came again with an explosion that nearly sent her to her knees.
He kissed her, soft kisses like a spring rain instead of their typical hard passion, until he came inside her with a torrent of shudders, gripping her so tight and so close to his body that it brought tears to her eyes.
He was an enigma. Hard and passionate one minute, soft and tender the next.
Challenging her in every way, meeting her head-on and giving her everything she could ever ask for in a mate. A true partner.
Damn him. She was falling in love and she didn’t like it one bit.
Chantal Devlin had never loved a man in her entire life. And she had no idea how to handle this.
Because she wasn’t keeping Dylan Maxwell. He wasn’t her mate.
He wasn’t!
The Joint was jammed up with all the usual people. Chantal led them to the table she and Maia typically occupied near the front window. Their favorite waiter, Joe, came over.
“Hey, you two,” he said, grabbing his pad from his pocket. “Been awhile.”
“Where’ve you been?” Chantal asked. “We missed you.” 55
Jaci Burton
Joe grinned a boyish smile. “Visiting family while on break from college.” He rolled his eyes. “Obligations you know. They drive you crazy if they don’t get to do a visual inspection at least a couple times a year. But I’m back now. And I see you two lovely ladies brought dates this time, huh?”
“Yeah,” Chantal said. They ordered drinks and she surveyed the room.
“No one looks out of place,” Maia remarked. “Typical crew.” Chantal nodded. “But we’ll give it a couple hours and see who wanders in and out.”
While they sat and drank, Chantal watched Dylan. He seemed unsettled. Fidgety.
Like something was bothering him. And he wasn’t making eye contact with her. She was sitting next to him, but he kept looking out over the crowd and didn’t once look at her. She tugged on his shirt sleeve and he turned to her.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You seem…anxious.”
He shrugged. “Just want to find the guy.” He looked away.
It was
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