She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt that thick c**k push against the crotch of her panties. He had to feel the wet touch of the silk, and she wanted him to know how much she ached.
Four steps, and they fell onto the bed. Kissing, touching, stroking.
She loved his mouth. Her tongue swiped over the sexy scar that drove her crazy.
His fingers curled over her br**sts and Erin nearly shot off the bed. Her ni**les were so sensitive, desperate for more.
His head lifted and, past those delicious lips, she could see the glinting edge of his teeth.
A faint memory stirred in her mind. Fear whispered to her.
No.
She rolled with him, twisting so that she was on top and in control.
Jude can handle me.
The tip of her nails—claws—raked down his chest. Over the firm, brown ni**les. Down those sculpted muscles. He sucked in a sharp breath when she reached his abs.
Erin licked her lips and eased back. Her legs straddled his thighs, such hard and strong thighs, and a quiver stirred in her belly. Her hands shook when she reached for his cock, the length standing up, veins bulging the sides. Thicker than her wrist.
Long enough to give her one hell of a ride.
Beautiful.
Her fingers closed around him. Pumped. Stroked. She’d like to taste him. Like to lick from root to tip and see just how long his control would last with her.
His hands locked around her waist and he shot up. His mouth closed over her right breast. Sucking, licking, tasting. Her head fell back on a moan.
“Jude!”
The edge of his teeth pressed against her flesh.
Shouldn’t enjoy that, shouldn’t like it so much.
Her sex trembled.
Empty. Need him inside.
Only the thin fabric of her panties was between them.
She leaned toward him and put her mouth on his throat. She teased him with her lips—and then gave him her own bite.
Every muscle in his body stiffened. Not a growl in his throat this time. Hell, that was more a roar from the tiger.
In half a second, Erin found herself on her back again, looking up at him. Jude’s face was fierce, etched with savagery and lust.
His claws ripped her panties away and in the next breath, he’d shoved open her thighs.
Fury. Strength.
He could handle her. But could she handle him?
“Jude, I…”
She expected the hard thrust of his flesh in her.
But instead he pushed down her body, lifted her hips up and took her with his mouth.
Her heels dug into the mattress. “Jude! ” Her claws slashed the sheets.
His tongue swirled over her clit. His lips locked around the center of her need. He sucked. He took.
Tasted.
Then drove that wicked tongue deep inside her.
Her climax erupted, sending spasms through her sex as she came in a fury of pleasure.
“Fucking delicious…nothing like you before…”
She could barely hear his words over her drumming heartbeat.
But she felt him, the wide, round head of his cock, lodging at her straining entrance.
Yes.
The wisps of memory had vanished with those sensual licks. Not like—
“I’m…clean.” The words were deep, guttural. “Can’t catch any…”
She strained against him. Erin wanted that c**k in her now. She knew what he was telling her. Shifters couldn’t catch the diseases humans could pass so easily during sex. Yeah, he was clean. “So am I,” she whispered, and dug her heels into his ass as she lifted against him.
And shifters could only produce children with their mates. She didn’t have to worry about that with Jude. Hell, not with anyone but—
He drove into her. Filled every inch of her in a powerful thrust that had her hips arching and her hands flying to wrap around his shoulders.
“Erin…” Gritted from behind clenched teeth. “Are you…”
“Fantastic.” Her hands released the strips of sheets and curled around his shoulders. “Just don’t stop!”
A strangled laugh. “Don’t…worry. Too…good!”
Then it began. Withdraw. Thrust. Withdraw.
Thrust.
Her fingers dug into him, and her legs clenched around his hips. Her strength flowed, full force, as she held tight and arched up to meet him as he plunged in a fast, desperate rhythm.
He didn’t tell her to stop. Didn’t tell her to loosen her grip.
Jude just drove into her. Again and again and her inner muscles stretched for him, eager for more pleasure.
For more of him.
The thud of flesh hitting flesh filled the air. The scent of sex drifted around them. Her bed was sturdy. It didn’t move with the powerful thrusts, but the bed springs squeaked.
She clenched her sex around him, and her breath panted out. “Harder!” Erin wanted so much more.
He could give it to her.
Jude jerked her up, rising on his knees. She stared into his blazing eyes and wondered if her own glowed as bright.
The coil of release began deep within her.
Her mouth opened on a scream.
Flesh so close. Taste. Take.
The thing inside would have her way.
Mine.
His throat was so close. She bit down on him, muffling her scream and tasting his flesh as pleasure ripped through her.
He stiffened against her, his hold grew even harder, and then he erupted inside her, shaking with his own release.
A drumbeat echoed in her ears.
Aftershocks rippled over her body.
Slowly, so slowly, her head lifted and she swiped her tongue over her lips.
And she tasted blood.
Horrified, Erin shoved against him. “Oh, hell, Jude, I didn’t mean—”
He kissed her. Kept his c**k buried deep inside and kissed her.
When his head rose, she stared up at him, hoping, scared, and so confused. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
That half smile made her melt. “You didn’t. You couldn’t.” His index finger trailed down her chest. “I could f**king eat you alive, sweetheart.”
Not running away. Not freaking out because she’d gotten a little…overzealous there at the end.
Tiger.
His gaze dropped to her chest. “Such sweet br**sts with their pretty pink ni**les.” He frowned, his head lowering. “What the hell?”
Her scar.
How had she forgotten? Shit, shit! How had she forgotten that?
She should have turned off the light.
Shifters can see in the dark. She knew that!
His fingers rubbed lightly over the raised flesh just below her left breast.
A claw mark.
Jude withdrew from her, a long, slow glide, and Erin had to bite back the plea for him to stay, to thrust deep again.