Whether he could use that python he had pressed against her worth a damn might be another matter all together, but he could damned sure kiss.
He probably couldn't, she told herself. Granted, her own experiences were fairly limited. She didn't have the time or patience for relationships and her work made it nearly impossible for one anyway. She had participated in some extracurricular activities from time to time, though, and the only guy she'd been with that was hung like that had had this moronic attitude that his cock was so wonderful nothing else was needed. She was supposed to look at it and come.
Of course, he couldn't kiss worth a shit so Con already had one up on the guy anyway.
Or maybe it wasn't that Con was so good at it so much as it was that she was just plain horny?
She hadn't thought she had a problem until she'd run into the biker quints from hell. Obviously, she'd been wrong, though. Not that they weren't five of the hottest males she'd ever laid eyes on, and she was only human, and she could only withstand just so much testosterone—especially when came so beautifully wrapped. She supposed if she hadn't been needy before she'd had more than enough provocation to feel that way now.
Especially after that kiss.
Firmly, she put it from her mind. The guy couldn't be much more than twenty five years old, for gods sake! “Get a grip, Danika!” she muttered under her breath. She was ... old enough to know better, not too old to be tempted, but too damned old to fall for a pretty face.
A fabulous bod.
Dreamy kisses.
And a champion cock.
Oh the temptation to go for a wild fling!
She gave herself a mental smack. “Knock it off, Danika! You're not seriously considering having sex with a biker!"
She was.
Any of the five. All of them.
Because she couldn't even decide which one appealed to her the most.
Because she was an idiot.
She hoped when she made it back to her cabin it was to discover the bikers had taken off. They were screwing with her head and they were going to seriously screw up her job if they kept interfering every time she needed to go out to check on the pack she'd been sent to study.
What she really needed to do was wrap everything up as quickly as she could and remove herself from temptation, not wait for them to remove themselves from her temptation.
Con had sucked out every ounce of willpower she possessed with that one kiss. If any of the others were half as good, she was dead meat ... putty in their hands.
Oh god! She would love to be putty in their hands!
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Chapter Four
Con didn't know if he was more pissed off with Balin or himself. He shouldn't have kissed Danika, not in front of the others, because whatever it was about her that drove him up the wall, he'd already seen he wasn't alone. They wanted her, too, even Balin, regardless of how hard he was struggling against that attraction. And he could see he was.
Let him, he thought irritably. If he was so stuck on his lineage he couldn't consider ‘tainting’ his offspring with human blood, so much the better. He'd keep his hands off of Danika and he wouldn't have to kill the bastard.
He was pretty particular himself, even though he couldn't claim the royal blood of Balin Chevalier.
He just didn't see why that precluded a wild romp with a human female.
He hadn't before. It had never particularly bothered him that council law frowned upon it, even if it was nothing more than an interlude, but that was because he hadn't met Danika before. Danika, for whatever reason, did things to him like no one else. It wasn't as if he'd never met a woman he'd been instantly attracted to. He had—quite a few actually. It was the degree that the made the difference.
He probably couldn't, she told herself. Granted, her own experiences were fairly limited. She didn't have the time or patience for relationships and her work made it nearly impossible for one anyway. She had participated in some extracurricular activities from time to time, though, and the only guy she'd been with that was hung like that had had this moronic attitude that his cock was so wonderful nothing else was needed. She was supposed to look at it and come.
Of course, he couldn't kiss worth a shit so Con already had one up on the guy anyway.
Or maybe it wasn't that Con was so good at it so much as it was that she was just plain horny?
She hadn't thought she had a problem until she'd run into the biker quints from hell. Obviously, she'd been wrong, though. Not that they weren't five of the hottest males she'd ever laid eyes on, and she was only human, and she could only withstand just so much testosterone—especially when came so beautifully wrapped. She supposed if she hadn't been needy before she'd had more than enough provocation to feel that way now.
Especially after that kiss.
Firmly, she put it from her mind. The guy couldn't be much more than twenty five years old, for gods sake! “Get a grip, Danika!” she muttered under her breath. She was ... old enough to know better, not too old to be tempted, but too damned old to fall for a pretty face.
A fabulous bod.
Dreamy kisses.
And a champion cock.
Oh the temptation to go for a wild fling!
She gave herself a mental smack. “Knock it off, Danika! You're not seriously considering having sex with a biker!"
She was.
Any of the five. All of them.
Because she couldn't even decide which one appealed to her the most.
Because she was an idiot.
She hoped when she made it back to her cabin it was to discover the bikers had taken off. They were screwing with her head and they were going to seriously screw up her job if they kept interfering every time she needed to go out to check on the pack she'd been sent to study.
What she really needed to do was wrap everything up as quickly as she could and remove herself from temptation, not wait for them to remove themselves from her temptation.
Con had sucked out every ounce of willpower she possessed with that one kiss. If any of the others were half as good, she was dead meat ... putty in their hands.
Oh god! She would love to be putty in their hands!
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Chapter Four
Con didn't know if he was more pissed off with Balin or himself. He shouldn't have kissed Danika, not in front of the others, because whatever it was about her that drove him up the wall, he'd already seen he wasn't alone. They wanted her, too, even Balin, regardless of how hard he was struggling against that attraction. And he could see he was.
Let him, he thought irritably. If he was so stuck on his lineage he couldn't consider ‘tainting’ his offspring with human blood, so much the better. He'd keep his hands off of Danika and he wouldn't have to kill the bastard.
He was pretty particular himself, even though he couldn't claim the royal blood of Balin Chevalier.
He just didn't see why that precluded a wild romp with a human female.
He hadn't before. It had never particularly bothered him that council law frowned upon it, even if it was nothing more than an interlude, but that was because he hadn't met Danika before. Danika, for whatever reason, did things to him like no one else. It wasn't as if he'd never met a woman he'd been instantly attracted to. He had—quite a few actually. It was the degree that the made the difference.
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