Dark Instincts
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“Yes,” she agreed. And he was hers. Achingly gorgeous, charming as hell, danger prettily dressed—and all hers. Her stomach clenched as his hand slid inside her shorts and smoothly drove a finger inside her.
He groaned. “You’re already wet for me.” The thought had his cock throbbing, demanding release. Marcus ground the heel of his hand over her clit with each thrust of his finger, all the while kissing and biting her neck. She squirmed and moaned, making it clear exactly what she wanted. Withdrawing his finger, he shoved it inside her mouth. “Suck.” Boldly holding his gaze, she sucked and licked.
Roni suddenly found herself sprawled on her back over the kitchen table, her legs hooked over his shoulders, and her boy shorts in shreds. Apparently the unhurried seduction was over. “That was my favorite pair.”
Shoving down his jeans, Marcus fisted his cock. He was heavy and aching, and her hungry gaze almost made him come right then. “You want this inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me. Tell me you want it.”
She licked her lips as she watched him stroke himself. “I want it.”
Cupping her ass, Marcus angled her just right and plunged deep inside her, seating himself to the balls. Jaw clenched, he fucked her just the way she liked it—hard, fast, rough, and deep. Seeing her lying there with her hair flowing around her, those breasts bouncing with each thrust, and her pussy stretching over his cock, he knew he wouldn’t last long. Her claws shot out, leaving deep grooves in the wood as she arched against him, moaning. “That’s right. I want to hear you.” Her eyes flashed wolf, making his own wolf lunge toward her.
“Come here. I want to bite you.”
It was her wolf’s need, he knew. Marcus gave her a wicked smile. “In a minute.” As he’d expected, her claws slashed his chest. Not enough to draw blood, just enough to communicate that she didn’t like being denied. He growled low in his throat. “Be good.”
With her wolf’s irritation driving her, Roni sprung up and bit into his pectoral. Instead of fighting her, Marcus pounded into her even harder. Satisfied, Roni slid onto her back, once again arching into his thrusts. That was when a hand snapped around her throat, collaring her. Roni snarled, “Let. Go.” But he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He bit into the spot behind her ear.
“Say it, Roni.”
The order rung with dominance; it was reflexive to ignore it.
His hand flexed around her throat. “Say it.”
Practically melting as his thumb briefly circled her clit, she relented. “I love you.”
His mouth crushed hers, biting and tasting. “I’m going to come. You’re going to come with me.” He hardened his thrusts as he again circled her clit with his thumb before pressing down hard. A scream seemed to tear from her throat as her pussy contracted around him. Pleasure whipped through him, making him stiffen and slam deep one final time as he emptied himself inside her.
There was an ominous creak, and then the table collapsed beneath them.
“We can’t keep breaking furniture.”
He nuzzled her throat. “It’s worth it every time.”
Yeah, it really was.
Carefully scooping her up, he carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. Crawling on top of her, he brushed the hair from her face. “I love you, gorgeous.”
“Hmm.”
“Say it.”
“I already did.”
“So say it again.” But, of course, she didn’t. He nipped her earlobe. “Now.”
“Okay, okay, I love you.” She moaned as his mouth took hers, devastating it, claiming it, reminding her she was his. It was only minutes later of him caressing and sucking on her breasts that she felt something long and thick brush against her thigh. She sighed inwardly. “You can’t be ready to go again.”
“It’s your fault.”
“Give me an hour to rest.”
Straddling her, he fisted his cock. “No. Now.”
Really, he could be such a spoiled little bastard at times. Watching him stroke himself, she cocked her head. “Did you know that if you get caught masturbating in Indonesia, you can be decapitated as punishment?”
“Roni.”
“What? What did I say?”
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I know that it’s important to thank those who help with research, so thank you very much to Google. I couldn’t have done it without you.
A major thanks to my husband and children, who lovingly overlook how often I zone out to listen to those voices in my head. I have to express my gratitude to Nick Jr. for helping to keep said children entertained so I could finish this book.
Humongous thanks to my editor, JoVon Sotak, and the rest of the Montlake Romance team—particularly Melody Guy and Jessica Poore. All of your help and support have been invaluable.
Last but not least: thank you to all the people who have taken a chance on my book. I really hope you enjoyed it!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Photo © 2012 Steven Wright
Author Suzanne Wright, a native of England, can’t remember a time when she wasn’t creating characters and telling their tales. Even as a child, she loved writing poems, plays, and stories; as an adult, Wright has published eight novels: From Rags, three Deep In Your Veins novels, and now four books in the Phoenix Pack series. Wright, who lives in Liverpool with her husband and two children, freely admits that she hates housecleaning and can’t cook, but that she always shares chocolate.
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