Owned by the Outlaw by Jenika Snow Page B

question, but there was no surprise in her voice. In
fact, she sounded like she was breathless, and had been waiting for him to come
to her.
    They stood there for a minute, neither saying
anything, but the hot desire bounced between them as if it had a life of its
own. And then, as if there was this cord pulling them closer, Stinger just
reacted. He stepped inside, forced her to move back from the sudden action, and
then slammed the door shut. He was feeling on edge at the moment, and closed
his eyes and inhaled deeply. The entire room smelled fresh, clean, and was
saturated with her arousal. The sound of their combined breathing was obscene
in its intensity, and then they were both moving at the same time. Clashing with
her in the center of the room, Stinger wound his hands through her long, wet
hair, curled his fingers around the locks, and tilted her head back. A gasp
left her, and he knew it was a mixture of pleasure and pain. He claimed her
mouth, stroked her lips with his tongue before plunging it into the warm, sweet
depths of her mouth, and then fucked her with it. In and out, faster and
harder, he became a man—a bear—intent on having her in every way imaginable. He
broke the kiss, but wasn’t nearly done with her. Moving his lips along her
cheek, jaw, and then finally stopping at the crook of her neck he inhaled
deeply and let out a low growl.
    “I don’t even know your name.” She had tilted her
head to the side to give him better access, and dug her nails into his biceps.
    He growled again, and then inhaled once more, loving
that she smelled so fucking good. “Do we need names for what we are going to
do, Molly?” He may know her first name, and she knew the nickname he went by,
but right now the only thing he could concentrate on was sticking his dick deep
inside of her wet pussy and fucking her until she couldn’t sit comfortably for
a week. Oh, this wasn’t just about sex with her, at least he didn’t think it
was because his bear was becoming a territorial bastard concerning her, but
they had time for details when they got this wild desire out of them.
    She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him
back. It was sheer strength that had him moving away, because he sure as fuck
didn’t want to. She stared at him and licked her lips slow and seductive like.
“I need to know the name of the guy that is going to be inside of me.”
    Christ. If she knew what it did to him at hearing her say that she would have run in
the other direction. As it was he was ready to tackle her to the ground, tear
her clothes off, and feast on her body. He stared her in the eyes, watched her
pupils dilate, and cleared his throat. He was seconds away from shifting and
going all “Mine” on her ass, but he wasn’t going to push this, and tell her
they had time for this later. If she had been with a shifter before she would
have known they were more animal than human, and that needed to be sated right
away.
    “Jackson Frost, but everyone calls me Stinger.” He
honestly didn’t even know how he had gotten the name anymore. It had been with
him for as long as he had been in the MC. At forty years old he had been with
the MC for the last twenty years. They were his family, his rock, but right now
the only thing he cared about was Molly, and how fucking insane was that?
    “Molly Clark,” she said still breathless.
    Now that the formal shit was taken care of, or at
least a small portion of it, he needed her. Stinger wanted to know all about her,
but he couldn’t think past his dick and the need to mate with her in the most
primal of ways right now. Neither said anything for a second, and then he was
on her again, his hands in her hair, tugging harshly at the strands until she
parted her lips against his and he breathed in her air. The next few seconds
were fast and frantic with him tearing her shirt and shorts away. He took a
step back, looked his fill at her curvy, sexy body, and took his cut off.
Setting it on the