Megans Mark (Breeds 6)

His stomach tightened, actually twisted in pain at the memory of her deliberate disobedience when he had ordered her to stay hidden within the boulders. He had meant to do no more than check the situation out, take out the soldiers if possible, if safety's sake allowed, then come back for her.

He had no idea how she would react in such a situation, or how accurate her Academy records were in her training.

The possibility of a fatal injury or capture had been highly probable if they had been off by so much as a second before reaching the safety of the Raider.

She had risked not just her life, but his sanity. That could not be allowed to happen again.

"Why are you staring at me like that? The defiance in her voice had the animal raging inside him.

"You disobeyed me today, Megan. " There was a dangerous rumble in his voice. "Before I could gauge your strengths or your weaknesses, you disobeyed me, placing not just my life in jeopardy, but yours also. "

"Are you still pissed off over that?" She stared back at him incredulously.

"Oh really, Braden. Isn't it time to get over it now? I knew what I was doing. "

"But I didn't," he pointed out, his voice soft with the exception of the rough rumble just beneath the words. "I had no idea what you were doing or what you were capable of. I told you to stay put, mate. "

Her eyes narrowed in response to his declaration.

"I'm not a puppy to order around, Braden," she informed him coolly.

"That is not our most pressing problem anyway. That hormone shit of yours has got to be addressed. "

It was too much. Her earlier defiance of him had crossed a boundary he hadn't known existed for him. And now this.

Before she could do more than gasp, he was on her. The fingers of one hand wrapping in her hair as he pulled her head back fiercely, his head lowering, his lips claiming hers.

Braden allowed his tongue a quick lick at her lips before nipping them open. Then he speared it deep into her mouth, wrapping around hers as he felt her lips enclose it, heard her moan of arousal.

The swollen glands along the underside pulsed and throbbed as they spilled their sweet narcotic into her mouth, priming her, preparing her. And she took it eagerly even as she searched for more.

Tonight she had to learn who led, and who must follow. Tonight, she would learn who was alpha, and who was beta. Tonight, she would become more than just his mate. Holding her to him, his free hand smoothed down the arch of her back to the tempting curves of her ass.

The hunger that swept through him as his fingers cupped one cheek shook him to his core.

What he needed he had never needed from a woman before. The ultimate submission, a primal acceptance of his dominance. And by God, he would have it. His fingers tightened on the curve as his other hand slid from her hair to the opposite cheek, gripping it, slowly spreading her as she went on her tiptoes, her nails biting through the fabric of his shirt as she moaned weakly into his mouth.

He thrust his tongue between her lips slowly, pumping into her mouth as he fought to drain the last of the swollen heat from his tongue. He wanted her to take it all, needed her to. He wanted her wild, as mad for the sexual intensity as he was. As desperate for his touch as he was to give it.

"Braden. God, what are you doing to me?’ She held on to him as his lips slid from hers, his hands clenching at her ass, spreading the cheeks, allowing her to feel the fiery pleasure of the tiny entrance there being spread minutely.

He didn't answer her. Instead, he picked her up in his arms before leaving the room and moving quickly up the stairs. He had already laid out what he needed on her bedside table, preparing for what would come tonight.

Megan stared into his harsh, savage features, amazed at his sexuality. The expression on his face should have been frightening. The way his eyes glittered with fierce hunger, the harsh angles of his face that were only revealed by rage, or this this primitive air of dominance.

It shook her to the core. He was furious. She had known he was furious the moment he bit her, his teeth sinking into her shoulder, attempting to hold her still as his hand moved quickly over her body after the wreck.

And he hadn't gotten over it either. She had felt it building, altering, deepening inside him as he endured his examination.

The sensations had reached out to her from his room, even as she fought with her family. Building an arousal inside her that even the hormone that filled his kiss couldn't compete with.

"I thought I could drain this need for you. " He growled as he entered her bedroom and tossed her on her bed, staring down at her fiercely. "When I jacked off for those fucking tests, I thought I could spill the fear and anger into that fucking vial and ease this need inside me. " He jerked his shirt over his head and tossed it away before removing his boots just as quickly.

Megan could only stare up at him, shocked by the deep baritone of his voice as much as she was shocked by his words and her reaction to

them. She imagined him lying in her guest room, his thick cock enclosed by his fingers as he stroked himself, and she felt her juices sliding thickly from her overheated cunt.

His pants came off next. Megan swallowed tightly at the sight of the plum-colored crest, the angry throb of the tight, hard flesh. Oh yes, he was in full rage, a Mating rut she wondered if either of them would survive.