was
at heart: powerful, magical... amazing .
Lars' voice tickled her
senses, but she couldn't understand his words anymore. Words were a
human thing, anyway, and she wasn't interested in humanity right now.
His presence scraped her raw nerves, and she recognized him as both a
challenge and a danger. A temptation. Someone against whom to test
her strength. It would be nice to win, but so good to lose...
Her knees went weak and
she slid down the wall, her hand still wrapped around the sleeve of
his jacket. He hoisted her up, pressed her to the wall and growled
softly. His face went to her neck, and his breath skated across her
skin like fire, making her shudder.
She curled her fingers
into his hair and dragged his head back, baring her teeth in a
warning that was completely undermined by the way her body rubbed
his. Her nipples were so tight it was painful, and a growing ache
built between her thighs—an arousal so strong the only word for
it was need. She wanted him with a desperation that defied
description. She craved .
Yet she would never simply submit. With her teeth still bared, she
snarled at him.
He barked out a laugh
at her challenge and pulled her hair, hard. He growled and scraped
her jaw with his teeth. Then he bit her neck, deep enough to bruise.
Pleasure and pain mingled together with primal satisfaction as she
yielded and melted against his body for several heartbeats. Then she
growled again and bit his ear, reminding him that she wasn't weak or
submissive. If he wanted her, he had to work for it.
The initial rush was
starting to fade, only to be replaced by a persistent tingling. The
world moved more slowly, except for Lars. He raised his mouth to her
ear and growled, "The moonshine makes you do shit you didn't
even know you wanted to do."
It was true. The
nagging desire that had been impossible for her to explain to her ex
was clear now. Her instinct wasn't to submit—it was to find
someone strong enough to make her submit. It was a dark, shameful realization, but there was no
room inside her for shame. Not when it felt so right .
Anyone who couldn't claim her didn't deserve her.
"What do you think
I want to do?" she asked in a low voice, wondering if he sensed
her desire as easily as she recognized his.
"You want to
fight," he rasped, using one of his thighs to move her legs
apart so he could grind his hips against hers. "And you want to
lose."
For one brief moment,
she hated him for saying it aloud, for making it real. Then the
feeling was gone, lost in the tingle of the moonshine and the rising
desperation of her arousal. She swung at him out of instinct,
catching the side of his head with her hand and raking her nails down
his neck.
When he moved, it was
with such speed it was painfully obvious he'd let her scratch him. He caught her wrist and dragged it to his lips. He
sniffed a little, then bit her hand. "You smell like
disinfectant. Death."
Lost in the rush of
drugs, the truth spilled out before she could stop it. "I was at
the hospital with my ex. I hurt him."
Lars just stared at
her, his face inches from hers, his blue eyes burning like fire. "Did
you, now?"
"He’s just a
human," she whispered, unable to tear her eyes away from his.
"It was the first time I was in control of the sex. I broke his
collarbone."
He made a chiding
noise. "You've got to know how to handle them during sex.
Humans." He dragged his tongue across her cheek. "If you do
it right, it's hard to hurt them. Trust me, I've tried."
"Why did you try to hurt them?"
His head fell back a
little, and a growl rumbled up from his chest. "Because they
asked nicely."
She did it before she
could stop herself, before she even realized she was moving. She
found the exposed skin of his neck with her teeth and closed on it.
His growl morphed into a low yelp, and he yanked her head back. "Play
nice," he warned her hoarsely.
Claire stared up into
his eyes and panted. She didn't bother to hide the challenge in her
gaze as she
at heart: powerful, magical... amazing .
Lars' voice tickled her
senses, but she couldn't understand his words anymore. Words were a
human thing, anyway, and she wasn't interested in humanity right now.
His presence scraped her raw nerves, and she recognized him as both a
challenge and a danger. A temptation. Someone against whom to test
her strength. It would be nice to win, but so good to lose...
Her knees went weak and
she slid down the wall, her hand still wrapped around the sleeve of
his jacket. He hoisted her up, pressed her to the wall and growled
softly. His face went to her neck, and his breath skated across her
skin like fire, making her shudder.
She curled her fingers
into his hair and dragged his head back, baring her teeth in a
warning that was completely undermined by the way her body rubbed
his. Her nipples were so tight it was painful, and a growing ache
built between her thighs—an arousal so strong the only word for
it was need. She wanted him with a desperation that defied
description. She craved .
Yet she would never simply submit. With her teeth still bared, she
snarled at him.
He barked out a laugh
at her challenge and pulled her hair, hard. He growled and scraped
her jaw with his teeth. Then he bit her neck, deep enough to bruise.
Pleasure and pain mingled together with primal satisfaction as she
yielded and melted against his body for several heartbeats. Then she
growled again and bit his ear, reminding him that she wasn't weak or
submissive. If he wanted her, he had to work for it.
The initial rush was
starting to fade, only to be replaced by a persistent tingling. The
world moved more slowly, except for Lars. He raised his mouth to her
ear and growled, "The moonshine makes you do shit you didn't
even know you wanted to do."
It was true. The
nagging desire that had been impossible for her to explain to her ex
was clear now. Her instinct wasn't to submit—it was to find
someone strong enough to make her submit. It was a dark, shameful realization, but there was no
room inside her for shame. Not when it felt so right .
Anyone who couldn't claim her didn't deserve her.
"What do you think
I want to do?" she asked in a low voice, wondering if he sensed
her desire as easily as she recognized his.
"You want to
fight," he rasped, using one of his thighs to move her legs
apart so he could grind his hips against hers. "And you want to
lose."
For one brief moment,
she hated him for saying it aloud, for making it real. Then the
feeling was gone, lost in the tingle of the moonshine and the rising
desperation of her arousal. She swung at him out of instinct,
catching the side of his head with her hand and raking her nails down
his neck.
When he moved, it was
with such speed it was painfully obvious he'd let her scratch him. He caught her wrist and dragged it to his lips. He
sniffed a little, then bit her hand. "You smell like
disinfectant. Death."
Lost in the rush of
drugs, the truth spilled out before she could stop it. "I was at
the hospital with my ex. I hurt him."
Lars just stared at
her, his face inches from hers, his blue eyes burning like fire. "Did
you, now?"
"He’s just a
human," she whispered, unable to tear her eyes away from his.
"It was the first time I was in control of the sex. I broke his
collarbone."
He made a chiding
noise. "You've got to know how to handle them during sex.
Humans." He dragged his tongue across her cheek. "If you do
it right, it's hard to hurt them. Trust me, I've tried."
"Why did you try to hurt them?"
His head fell back a
little, and a growl rumbled up from his chest. "Because they
asked nicely."
She did it before she
could stop herself, before she even realized she was moving. She
found the exposed skin of his neck with her teeth and closed on it.
His growl morphed into a low yelp, and he yanked her head back. "Play
nice," he warned her hoarsely.
Claire stared up into
his eyes and panted. She didn't bother to hide the challenge in her
gaze as she
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