Megans Mark (Breeds 6)

"You are as soft as the finest silk. " He sighed, losing himself in her passion.

"I need you. " Her voice trembled with emotion. "I'm not used to needing someone else like this Braden. It terrifies me. "

He could feel that fear pouring from her. The aching knowledge that she was bound to him, that for the first time in her life she couldn't run. She couldn't protect herself, or him, from the changes rapidly taking over her life. Megan had built her life around protecting others. And doing it alone.

"I like your need for me. " He caressed her waist, pushing beneath the T shirt to touch warm, soft skin.

"Feeling it wrap around me, binding me. You are a miracle, Megan," he told her softly. "My miracle. "

The zipper lowered slowly, easing over the erection throbbing painfully beneath the material. God help him, he wouldn't last long at this rate. Lust already burned inside him, prickling over his flesh, demanding that he touch her, taste her_ possess her.

His.

A low, tortured growl left his throat as she slowly freed him from his jeans.

Uncertainty and fear were rapidly losing way beneath her hunger. He felt it pouring from her, sinking into him, heightening the sensations ripping through his body.

Control.

He slammed the barriers down within his mind instinctively. He couldn't lose control at this point. The desires rising between them were too fragile, and would be too easily damaged if he pushed at the wrong time. He needed to let her feel instead. To let her sense his needs, his passion, his pleasure.

He leaned back against the counter, giving her the opportunity to do as she pleased. To touch him, to guide the passion rising so rapidly between

them. To investigate her own hungers. That was important, he knew, to allow her the freedom to touch, to accept him.

"I've never touched another man like this. " Her nervous admission broke his heart. She was a woman of strength, of passion; to have denied herself to the point that she rarely touched, or allowed herself to be touched, must have been agonizing for her.

'That's okay, baby. " He groaned. "You are doing exceptionally well. "

Her fingers traveled the length of him, stroking from balls to tip as she tortured him with her touch. Leaning forward, her lips touched his chest, her tongue peeking out to lick at his flesh tentatively.

Sweet merciful God_ His thighs bunched as pleasure slammed through him, rocking him as her fingers smoothed just beneath the head of his cock, where the barb had emerged and locked his cock into the tight depths of her vagina the night before.

"You can feel it. " Her voice was reverent, filled with pleasure, a pleasure that was killing him as she probed at the ultrasensitive flesh where the barb would emerge later. "Just beneath the skin. It throbs. "

His whole body throbbed. Ached. Screamed out for her touch as her breath caressed his skin. Her lips moved over the hard muscle, her tongue licking, spreading fire across the flesh as her head dipped, her

teeth raking the hard, flat nipple that rose to her touch. And all the while her fingers stole his breath as they stroked his cock.

"Baby, this is a very dangerous game you're playing. " He fought to hold back, to allow her the freedom she needed.

Yet she also needed to understand that a very thin edge of control separated the man from the animal.

"I like living dangerously. Remember?’ He felt her smile a second before she began to move lower, lips and tongue raking across his skin as she moved closer to the straining length of his cock.

That fickle flesh jerked in rising anticipation, eager for her kiss, the liquid warmth of her mouth. His mouth filled with the taste of the hormone spilling from the glands beneath his tongue. He swallowed slowly, his teeth gritting as his lust rose higher, hotter. Sweet God, he was burning alive.

"This is insane. " He growled as her tongue painted a trail of electric sensation down his abdomen. His hands moved from her waist, reaching for her head, for the soft weight of her hair as she drew steadily closer to the trembling, eager flesh throbbing in her hand.

He prayed for patience, for control. She needed this, perhaps even more

than he did. Needed to touch and taste where before she had never been able to, never dared to. And God knew he wanted it more than he wanted his next breath.

"Hmm, it's hot. " She was going to kill him with pleasure. "Hot and sexy. You make me feel sexy, Braden. "

Wonder filled her voice, pierced the savage haze spreading through his mind.

"God help us both, Megan. You are so fucking sexy you burn me alive. " Her tongue licked teasingly at his navel as his hips jerked in reaction, driving his cock closer to her hot little mouth. "But so help me, if you tease me much further you may have little choice in this game you're playing. "