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“That’s not proven…”
“If we stop thinking and just pop that big old…”
“Zit?” She screwed up her nose at the thought.
“Defused the energy.”
Evie wiggled her eyebrows. “I like how you think.”
Parker didn’t move, but a hungry growl rolled through him. “Is that a yes?”
“It’s not a no.” She giggled.
Parker narrowed his eyes. Women were a mystery to him like they were to most men, but maybe he’d figured this dilemma out. “So, it’s a maybe?”
“No. I don’t go in for half measures; it’s all or nothing.” Parker’s growl turned into something of a confused whine. Evie couldn’t help but chuckle. “What part of yes don’t you understand…?”
“The way you tell it – all of it,” he said, grinning. But he thought he had her answer and hoped he was right, and the moment Parker brought his lips down on hers, she wrapped her legs around his backside, bringing the warmth of her sex against his hard length – he growled like there was no tomorrow.
The more Parker devoured her, the more she rewarded him with heartfelt moans of encouragement that thrilled him.
Parker had needs, and the need to be inside her grew by the second. But he couldn’t fight off the need to taste her. It wasn’t easy breaking her hold around him with her legs – he couldn’t hurt her, and she had him in a lock.
He let his lips do the talking, taking the hard bud of one nipple into his mouth, and while she was reeling, he pushed back on his knees to break the hold.
Parker wasted no time in exploring her body. He was headed to that sweet scent between her inner thighs that was calling the beast within that needed to know her, and when he got there, he devoured her with a passion that couldn’t be controlled.
Parker’s little brain was in top gear, and he couldn’t hold back any longer; he took her over the edge and kept the release rolling through her body for as long as he could bury his own sexual frustration.
Hungry for more, he climbed up and over her body on his knuckles as she returned to him with a look that said she wanted him.
“Mine,” he growled.
Evie wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about that statement. It both shocked and awed her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, slapped her hands on his muscled shoulders and yanked him towards her. “Mine,” she replied with just as much of a claim as he had shown her.
It wasn’t only Parker who reacted to that claim. His wolf slammed against the cage that held him in place and tried to push through. “Holy crap, Evie, are you trying to kill my wolf?”
“Not intentionally,” she said, giggling.
Parker wrapped a hand around her back and took her with him as he pushed back on his knee. Then he lowered her down the thick, hard length of his manhood and gazed into her hooded eyes as he filled her. His hips moved, and he raised and lowered her down his length to the hilt.
Parker was going as slowly as he could. But when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tossed her head back, his wolf demanded they claim her.
His hips moved faster until he knew that she was ready for him, ready to release his beast. He pushed up on his knees, locked her against him, and took her to new heights until the coil within her was ready to burst with pleasure.
Parker allowed his fangs to elongate, and the more her fingernails pressed into the flesh of his shoulders, the hungrier he got. The moment Evie cried out with pleasure, his razor-sharp fangs cut through the soft flesh of her shoulder, and his beast roared within him at the claim.
Evie’s blood tasted sweet on his tongue, and as his wolf pulled back, satisfied, the mark placed and sealed into her skin, the claim made, Evie was theirs.
Now Parker allowed his own needs to take over. He turned her in place, put her on her hands and knees before him, and thrust to the hilt as she drove back to meet him. He leaned in low over her body, the hard muscles of his chest sliding against her back.
Parker’s large hands slapped against her shapely hips, and as the fever grew within his blood, he thrust like a man possessed with the need to complete the bond.
Parker bit down on a string of curses as his pleasure grew, and her inner muscles tightened of their own volition around his hard length. She was close; he could sense it, and so was he. His hips pounded against her backside as the fever grew, his muscles tightened, locked, and his heart pounded in time with hers.
Thrusting to the hilt, over and over, he wanted more, needed the release, the bond that would seal them together forever.
When Evie let out the sweetest cry of pleasure, he let go of the last slither of control that had been holding him back. Thrusting to the hilt, her inner muscles suckled around him, and it was all he needed to send the hard jolt of electricity up his spine and trigger his release.
