He stilled.
I whispered against his mouth. “Did you want milk?”
His hands gripped my waist.
It was a heartbeat, the second of indecision on his face warring with his duty, with his self-control, and just like that, I saw him finally give in, finally just…
Combust.
“I have a better idea,” he growled.
Thank God.
My jeans scratched my skin as he roughly shoved them down to my ankles like going slow was never a first option.
Only one speed.
One way to claim.
My heart raced as his rough hands ran down my bare legs. I stepped out of the jeans and kicked them to the side.
His mouth pressed a kiss to my thigh. His hands dug into my skin as if he was afraid I was going to run away.
“I won’t know how to stop,” he said in a gruff, animalistic voice I recognized as his wolf — the animal inside him. It didn’t terrify me.
It made me crave.
“Then don’t,” I encouraged as he picked me up and threw me against the bed as if I weighed a pound, when I knew vampires weren’t known for being light or easy to throw.
I was a feather.
Putty in his hands.
He grinned down at me. And then started a full-on assault with his mouth as he licked and sucked my tongue until my only choice was to use his air for survival and cling to him with my hands.
His heart skipped a beat when I kissed him back, and when my tongue touched his, I could have sworn I heard his heart stop all together as blood rushed through his body hardening against me, making me squirm beneath him with primal need.
“Mine.” I gripped his ass through his jeans then tried to shove them down.
He growled against my neck, his muscles strained as he held himself above me. His eyes went so light blue I could almost see my reflection in them. I squeezed him with my hands, pressing another kiss to his open mouth, cutting his lip on my fang.
He jerked back and then shuddered as what looked like an orgasm ran through his body, and then I felt it, what he was feeling, this insane need…
To feed.
Slowly, I turned my head to the side and moved my hair.
“Damn it, Serenity—”
“Take it,” I begged. “Take me.”
His breathing slowed, and then his hand was on my neck, more claw than fingers.
I wasn’t afraid.
His eyes flickered from blue to black, over and over again as he watched me move beneath him. A war raged inside my mate’s body.
“Let me set you free,” I pleaded.