“Yes!” she gasped as he pulled out and thrust into her again. She had never thought she would like it like this, not with anyone. But while Quinn was vicious and a little scary while playing her Big Bad Wolf, she trusted him. She trusted him with every fiber of her being. This was a game with an end she’d accepted. She was more than willing to let him take his prize.
He fucked her hard, forcing her to hold onto the tree to stay standing. He was never a merciful lover. He was always rough, knowing it would give her a happy ending. This was something else. This was also dominant and predatory.
It was sexy.
He forced her to a violent peak and she screamed his name as she came, clenching down on him.
“Good,” he snarled in her ear, then he bit down on her neck, still pumping his cock in her as she rode out her orgasm. When it was over, he pulled out, making her whimper. He hadn’t finished which meant this was far from over. “Get on the ground,” he demanded.
She went to her knees in an instant. He joined her, forcing her to roll on her back and spread her legs for him again.
He plunged deep in her without another warning and she couldn’t stop any of the moans, gasps, or pleas that fell from her lips. She ran her nails over his chest as he took her, until he grabbed her wrists and leaned over her, pinning them above her head. Holding them there, he continued his relentless pace, his hair curtaining them.
She only watched his face now as he had her in a way she never imagined. He owned her in that moment and there was a feralness to his face that she didn’t recognize.
It was scary, thrilling, exciting, and the sexiest look she’d ever seen on him.
He claimed her mouth as he just kept thrusting. She wrapped her legs around him, finally becoming a participant instead of a body he’d won. She moved with him, trying to keep the pace he was setting. He bit down on her bottom lip, growling the entire time as she just screaming out for him.
He pulled away again and flipped her over before she had the chance to say anything. He shoved back into her without saying anything himself. Then she felt a finger push in her ass again. It pumped as fast as he did.
That undid her one more time. Her forehead went to the dirt as she screamed, one more orgasm wracking through her body.
This time, he howled as he kept fucking her, but he didn’t last much longer. As her orgasm petered out, he buried himself and came hard, hot seed warming her.
They were both panting several minutes later after he pulled out and fell on the dirt next to her.
“I like this Halloween,” he said decidedly. “We should have one like this every month.”
About the Author
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Kristen Banet has a Diet Coke problem, smokes too much, and cusses like a sailor. She loves to read, and before finally sitting to try her hand at writing, she had your normal kind of work history. From tattoo parlors, to the U.S. Navy, and freelance illustration, she’s stumbled through her adult years and somehow, is still kicking.
She loves to read books that make people cry and tries to write them. She’s a firm believer that nothing and no one in this world is perfect, and she enjoys exploring those imperfections—trying to make the characters seem real on the page and not just in her head.
Also by Kristen Banet
Witch of the Wild West
Bounty Hunters and Black Magic
Werewolves and Wranglers
Age of the Andinna
The Gladiator’s Downfall
The Mercenary’s Bounty
Complete Series
The Redemption Saga
A Life of Shadows
A Heart of Shame
A Nature of Conflict
An Echo of Darkness
A Night of Redemption
Wild Junction
The Kingson Pride Series
Wild Pride
Wild Fire
Wild Souls
Wild Love
The Wolves of Wild Junction Duet
Prey to the Heart
Heart of the Pack
The Redemption Saga Box Set Page 168