The Wolf Within (Purgatory 1)

There was no stopping him. No controlling him. He was set on exploring every inch of her body.

Claiming every inch?

Her breath panted out and she took the pleasure that he gave her.

Her sex was aching, so eager to feel the surge of his c**k within her. But he wasn’t coming close enough to her. Damn him. “Duncan!”

His head lifted. He licked his lips, as if still tasting her. His eyes locked on hers. “Only…you.” His dark growl.

Then he flipped her over on the bed. Lifted her onto her knees. Her hands were free, and they grabbed for the bedding, clenching around the sheets.

He was behind her. Covering her. He moved back her hair, and put his mouth on the curve of her shoulder once more. “No going back,” he said again, the words darker, sending a shiver over her.

She arched back against him just as his teeth sank into her skin. Shocked, she cried out even as he thrust inside of her. The pain from his bite faded almost instantly as he licked over the wound, and then he was thrusting, withdrawing, driving in deeper and harder—finally—and the lust and need spiraled inside of her.

But…

I know what he did.

She knew what his bite meant. It hadn’t been like a vampire’s bite.

When a werewolf bit in that spot, the mark was a claiming.

The bed creaked beneath them. Her fingers tightened on the bedding. The way he was thrusting into her, his c**k slid right against the most sensitive part of her body, and, oh, it felt so good. He felt good. Right.

Incredible.

This time, the climax built in a fast and furious rush. Her whole body tightened because that pleasure was there, just out of her reach. She drove back against him, slamming down because she wanted all of him.

He gave her all.

His hands were on her waist now. Holding her tight. Moving her so that she had to take him in even deeper. That was just what she wanted.

Her fangs were coming out. An instinctive response that didn’t embarrass her. Why would it? Her lover had fangs of his own.

I want a bite. He’d claimed her. It seemed only fair that she get her turn?

“Duncan, I need…”

“What? Anything. I’ll give…anything.” A promise.

Her right hand rose. Grabbed his wrist, yanked his fingers away from her waist. She had to bite him. It wasn’t something that she could control. Not anymore. The urge was too dark. Too consuming. Holly lifted his wrist to her mouth.

She sank her teeth into his vein.

“Yes…” His hiss.

His thrusts became even harder. She loved it. She drank from him as she came, exploding on a release so powerful that her heart seemed to stop for a moment. Her eyes squeezed shut, and the pleasure swamped her.

Duncan was there with her. Coming hard because she felt the jet of his release. Holding her, curving his body around hers. His heart didn’t stop. The thunder of his heartbeat seemed to surround her. He was all that she knew in that instant.

All that she wanted.

The rest of the world could just fade away then. She had Duncan.

She had everything.

His heartbeat was thundering…thundering…

And sirens were wailing.

Her eyes widened. His wrist wasn’t at her mouth any longer. She didn’t even know when she’d let him go. She could still taste the rich flavor of his blood. Within her, Duncan was hard again, already, but the sirens seemed so loud.

Were they coming for Duncan?

He’d tensed behind her. She looked over her shoulder. Saw the lust and need and…growing fury in his gaze.

Then he started to thrust again. The breath caught in Holly’s lungs. Because now the intensity was different. So dark and focused. Consuming.

The sirens were wailing, growing ever closer, and she was staring into Duncan’s eyes as he thrust deep into her.

But it wasn’t enough. Not for her.

She tried to twist against him, wanting to face him fully. Needing to.

His hands locked around her. Held her tight.

He thrust harder.

She shook her head, “I want—”

Everything.

Then they were rolling across the bed. She ignored the screams of the sirens. This moment, it was too tense, too sharp.

She was on her back. He was between her legs. Plunging into her. Possessing her. Every stroke seemed like a brand on her. And she wanted another bite.

Wanted his blood in her. Wanted to bind them. Link them.

I want to claim him, too.

Then his neck was near her mouth. Her lips feathered over his skin.

“Bite.” His sharp snarl.

And she did. Because she wasn’t a human anymore, and the vampire that she was wanted his blood as much as she wanted his body.

The rush she got then was incredible. A climax that shattered her even as the lights from the swarming vehicles lit her home.

Duncan kept thrusting. Then, once more, his release erupted within her.

Car doors slammed. The siren finally stopped wailing. Then she could hear the thud of racing footsteps.

Duncan didn’t let her go.

Run.

The cry was in her head, but she was holding him tight.

She forced her mouth away from his throat. She could compel him to run. Make him leave. There might still be time for him to get away.

Holly looked into his eyes.

She realized that she could force him to do nothing.

“This is how they take me,” he said.

She shook her head. “No.”

Those footsteps were growing closer.

He pressed a kiss to her lips. “You’re mine.”

And he was hers.

“Don’t forget it.”

“Holly!” Her brother’s cry, and it sounded as though it came from her living room.

He was going to find them together. Naked. Duncan wouldn’t have a chance. “Why?” Why had he done this? Why not run?

“Because I had to be with you.” His smile was a bit twisted. “Before they sent me to hell.”

She wouldn’t let them. Duncan wasn’t going to hell. No, he couldn’t—

He pulled away from her. She grabbed for the sheets even as he yanked on his jeans.

Then Pate was in the doorway. Men in black were behind him. They had their guns out. All of the weapons were aimed at Duncan and her.

“Don’t shoot my sister,” Pate ordered.

She jumped from the bed. Kept the sheet around her. “You’re making a mistake! I told you…Duncan was protecting us! He didn’t hurt anyone!”

But Duncan just stared at Pate, and he laughed. “How are you going to take me in?”

Pate’s chin lifted. “The guns are loaded with silver.”