Dog scratched his cheek, regarding her quizzically as she went to move past him.
Before she could clear his side, he reached out to grab her, to restrain her. She felt him getting ready to move, felt his need to control her.
Before he could touch her, she jumped clear of him, twisting away in a perfect flip as he moved to counter her.
As she came to a crouch, she stared back at him through the curls that fell over her face, before straightening quickly to glare back at him.
And he laughed at her. His gray eyes gleamed with mirth and the playfulness she sensed had her regarding him warily.
“I’m not in the mood to play,” she snapped.
“No, you’re not,” he agreed easily. “You’re in the mood to fuck and fuck hard.” Taking the chair next to the door, he placed it in front of the closed panel, sat down and pulled off his boots. “And I like fucking you, mate. It’s the only time you let that little bitch inside you free.”
The heat flashed inside her, brilliant hot and all consuming. Her breasts became so swollen, so sensitive, her nipples actually ached. Between her thighs, her clit became engorged, her vagina clenched, and the silky slide of arousal spilled free.
Breathing hard, she glared back at him. It was Mating Heat, she told herself furiously; that was all. Anger made it worse; she’d heard that for years.
That was all it was.
Dog watched those perfect lips curl at one side, flashing a delicate canine as a sensual challenge began to fill her expression. She was so desperate to be free, fighting herself with such strength he was amazed the animal ins
ide her actually found a way to peek free.
But it was there, the she-Wolf and the Coyote female merged, wild and determined to prove he belonged to her. It wasn’t that she was more one than the other. It was that each part of her dictated certain traits and strengths she possessed. It was the Coyote, though, who faced him now. The scent of her Heat was particularly potent, a narcotic to his senses. It was a punch of lust to his balls and had the glands beneath his tongue instantly filling with the mating hormone.
“You like that, don’t you,” he growled, rising to his feet and releasing his belt. “When I talk dirty to you. And I do like talking dirty to you.”
“You’re crazy,” she snapped.
He wondered if she even realized the pure strength that filled her voice, the way the animal slipped free to lend that hint of a growl.
A natural alpha female. The kind of female created to lead beside her mate, not behind him.
He chuckled at her declaration as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“I can smell your Heat, Cassie. You’re burning alive. And when I get you down on that bed, the first thing I’m going to do is suck those hard little nipples pressed against that thin-assed shirt you’re wearing. Then I’m going to tear those pants off your body and shove my tongue up that hot little pussy. I’m going to lick every fucking drop of cream I smell saturating it right now.”
He swore he saw her eyes glaze over. Her face flushed and her nipples became impossibly tighter, poking against the material of the camisole in demand. Heat filled the air now, her spicy sweetness making his tongue ache to taste her.
He dropped the shirt to the floor, watching as her gaze jerked to it, then back to him warily.
“I’m going to mount you, mate,” he growled, pushing the wild, barely restrained creature he sensed struggling free. “I’m going to flip you to your knees, mount you, and fuck you until I’m locked inside you and filling you with Coyote cum.”
She attacked.
Dog couldn’t hold back the satisfied snarl as he met her, caught her shoulders and flipped her around before that knee she was bracing went into his balls.
“Really, Cassie?” He laughed, pushing her away from him, watching as she whirled around, her hair flowing like a cape around her. “Watch that knee, halfling. I’d hate to spoil your fun once I get you on your knees.”
She struck again, ducking at the last second in an attempt to sweep him from his feet. And she almost succeeded. God he loved her.
Watching her jump to her feet and fly at him with a kick, he laughed in sheer joy, then grunted as her foot struck his chest, throwing him back against the wall.
“Well now, that’s going to hurt later.” He chuckled, keeping his eye on her as she fell back to a crouch.
He’d watched her train in the sparring room over the past months, thought he knew how she moved, how she liked to play with her sparring partners. Now, he’d show her how a Coyote male played.
“Why don’t I just mount you and take your ass?” he suggested, the thought of that ultimate submission a temptation he could barely resist. “Teach you who’s your alpha and who’s your mate.”