Sucking his fingers clean, he hummed. “Like warm honey.”

“You’re good with those hands.” She licked her lips. “But then, so am I.” Harley snapped open his fly. He was full and long and thick. Remembering what he liked, she used both hands to jack him off, keeping her grip tight and doing a gentle twisting motion each time she headed to the base. Resting his forehead against hers, he growled and thrust into her hands, taking the control—not surprising.

Knowing he was going to come soon if she didn’t stop, Jesse stilled and clamped his hand around hers. “I don’t want to come all over your hands. I want to claim you. But first . . .” With a growl, he clawed off her T-shirt and bra. Her breasts were round and full and soft. Lifting her, he drew a nipple into his mouth, rolling the taut bud on his tongue.

Harley’s head fell back as he drove her insane with his mouth, licking his way from nipple to nipple as he devoured each one. Just like that night at the hotel, his teeth grazed and bit. His tongue laved and swirled. His calloused fingers stroked and dug into her skin. She needed more, wanted his cock inside her, but she was still half dressed. “Jesse,” she rasped.

The one word was a demand. Jesse might have made her wait, but the need to claim her was pounding through him. He carried her to the bedroom and over to the foot of the bed, but he didn’t lay her on the mattress. He let her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor. There, they quickly shed the rest of their clothes. Fuck, she was beautiful. Perfect breasts. Wicked curves. Toned abdomen. And long, shapely legs he knew felt good wrapped around him.

Jesse sucked at the patch of skin beneath her ear. “Turn around and bend over.”

Harley was too busy drinking in all his sleek, tanned skin and roped muscles. There wasn’t an ounce of fat, just pure hard muscle and untamed power. She smoothed her hands up his solid chest as she licked along his collarbone and gave it a sharp nip.

“Baby,” he rumbled. “Turn around and bend over. I won’t ask again.”

Defiantly taking her sweet time about it, Harley did as he’d asked. She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Do it now.” But he didn’t, the bastard.

Instead, Jesse crouched behind her and used his thumbs to part her slick folds. “So pretty.” He took a long lick and groaned. “Your taste drives me crazy.” He pumped his tongue into her pussy, wanting more of her taste on his tongue. But he didn’t let her come; he stopped just as she reached her peak . . . and then he smiled when she cursed the fuck out of him. “That’s not nice.” Jesse nipped her ass hard enough to leave a mark. No one else would see it, but they would know it was there; she’d remember who this ass belonged to.

As he rose behind her and the head of his cock bumped her folds, Harley bit her lip. “About fucking time.” But he didn’t thrust inside her. Instead, he licked along her spine and danced his tongue over the owl tattoo on her upper back. “Jesse,” she drawled warningly.

“What do you need, baby?”

“I need to come.”

“That’s the wrong answer.”

She ground her teeth. “I need you to make me come.” She sucked in a breath as he fed her an inch of his cock, stretching her until it burned. She didn’t care. She needed . . . “More.”

Jesse groaned as he sank into the tightest, hottest pussy he’d ever fucked. His pussy. He’d missed it, dreamed of it, jacked off to the memory of how it felt around him. Balls deep, he groaned, digging his fingers into her hips. “On your elbows, baby.”

Harley glared at him over her shoulder. “That position sounds a little too submissive for my liking.” He smiled, but it was a smile that made her nervous.

“I accept that you’re a dominant female, sweetheart. But you’re never gonna be dominant in this bedroom.” Then he was hammering into her. Hard. Fast. Going deep enough to hurt. He was ruthless and demanding, knowing she could take it, knowing she wanted it. Her pussy clutched and squeezed him as she arched into every thrust. Fuck, he loved how hot and slick she was. “Who’s in you, Harley? Who’s fucking you, owning you, right now?” When she didn’t answer, Jesse stopped midthrust and gave her ass a sharp slap. “Answer the fucking question.”

Goddamn son of a bitch. That confirmed it—no caution lights in his head at all. Shooting him another glare over her shoulder, she hissed at the warning prick of his claws. “You might claim me, Jesse, but that doesn’t mean you own me.” Again, he gave her another of those unnerving smiles.

Jesse slowly reared back. “Baby, that’s exactly what it means.” He slammed home with a grunt. “And you know it.”

Harley twisted and slashed his chest with her claws, drawing blood. His eyes flashed wolf, making her cat rise to the fore for a mere second. Then Jesse slapped her ass again and resumed furiously powering into her. She fisted the bedsheet, thrusting her hips back to meet every possessive stroke. He took her without mercy, gave her no reprieve. Her cat loved every minute of it.

Curving himself over her, Jesse slid an arm around her waist and spoke into her ear as he plunged in and out. “This is my pussy, Harley. You’re never gonna take it away from me again. You can’t. It doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to me. Every part of you does.” He fucked her harder, driving home his words—wanting them written on her soul. He could feel the telling tingle in the base of his spine. No, he wasn’t ready yet.

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