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Twisting, arching beneath him, she held on to him, her lips caught by the pleasure of his kiss, by the storm tearing through her.
“Part your legs.” His voice was so deep, filled with such rough hunger, that she whimpered, her lashes lifting to stare into the fierce, black depths of his gaze.
“No woman has mattered to me as you do,” he rasped, one hand cupping her cheek, holding her still as his thumb curled under her jaw. “I’ve taken no woman since I touched you. Desired no woman. I’ve craved nothing but the taste of you, Anya.”
His body lowered, his hips wedged between her thighs as he lifted her leg and laid it along his hip.
“Feel how hard.” He nipped her lower lip. A tiny sting against the sensual pleasure raging through her. “Feel how I’ve needed you, Coya. Your touch and your heat. Only yours.”
She licked her lips, staring back at him as she fought to draw enough air into her lungs just to breathe.
“The hormonal therapy.” She knew there was a therapy for the males as well. A way to tame the raging need that burned in them, though it was said not to be as torturous for them as it was for the females.
He shook his head. “Do you think I wanted to lose a single moment of knowing something in this world belonged to me?” he asked her, destroying her. “One thing, Anya.” His thumb ran over her lips and his hips rolled against the mound of her sex. “In this world, God granted me one thing for the honor I chose rather than the evil I could have followed. He gave to me the woman that I saw as a tender woman-child, and desired above all things. When you were no more than sixteen, tender and so innocent, I claimed you. I don’t want to lose a moment of knowing, even if you walk away, that there is proof that I’m worthy of something that isn’t marked by blood.”
She shuddered, her heart clenching as tears filled her eyes. His gaze was liquid black now, dark, haunted and sinking so deeply inside her that she wondered if she would ever be free.
“You can’t base that worthiness on me,” she finally whispered, torn, aching for him in ways she couldn’t name.
“I base my worthiness all on you, Coya. My Anya.”
Before she could protest, his lips settled back on hers, parting them, his tongue licking over hers like a promise. She felt herself gasp, felt the damp heat that spilled between her thighs as his hips rocked against hers, stroked her clit, sent unimaginable sensation tearing through her.
“I want to touch you.” She was pushing at the jacket he wore, the edges of his shirt that she had torn.
His flesh was hard and warm beneath her palms.
“Anya.” He tensed as she pressed against his shoulders.
“I need to touch you. You took before, Del-Rey. Now let me have what I need. I need this.”
She needed her control.
Del-Rey could feel the force of the lust tearing through his balls, his senses. He couldn’t let himself lose control again. Not this time. Not this close. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to stroke him.
He eased up, following her direction, his teeth clenching furiously as rumbled growls echoed in his chest.
Oh fuck. Sweet God have mercy.
Her nimble finger faltered only a little,
pulled at the button of his pants, then eased the zipper over the raging erection it covered.
Del-Rey could feel a snarl building in his chest as her slender fingers wrapped around the swollen flesh. His erection was thick, the engorged head throbbing, threatening to spill the slick ejection that Wolf and Coyote males produced once mating heat began.
“Ah hell. Anya. Sweet Anya.”
Her lips touched the heavy crown, slid over it as her tongue flicked over the tiny slit at the tip. Holding back was killing him. He knew how shocked, how frightened she had been the first time he had taken her. He didn’t want that for her now. He wanted her to explore as she needed to. To taste. To touch.
He wrapped his own hand at the base, feeling that sharp bite in his balls that warned him the first sharp ejaculation of pre-cum was building.
He shook his head, feeling the rivulet of sweat that ran down his chest as sharply as he felt her hot little tongue circling the head of his cock.
Looking down, he was torn by the sight of her—her lips glistening, those blue eyes staring up at him—then her lips parted and covered the throbbing head, sinking over it as her tongue flicked over the swollen, sensitive flesh.
When she began suckling, her cheeks hollowing, laying an exquisite pressure along his nerve endings, Del-Rey shook his head. Ah God. He couldn’t hold back much longer. He gripped the base of his shaft tighter, but he couldn’t hold back the spurt of pre-cum that jerked from his cock.
The silky, slick fluid had its own purpose Dr. Armani had warned him. The hormones contained in it excited the nerve endings in the vagina, even as they relaxed the snug sheath and allowed for the swelling that came when a male Coyote spilled his seed fully.
