Werewolves Be Damned - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,50

Kyden’s head jerked toward her and his eyes flared, as he drank in her reaction to him.

In the moment of distraction, the wolf high-kicked Kyden in the head, sending him stumbling back. Kyden slammed into the wall before he found his footing, groaning deep. His jaw clenched and his eyes became intoxicatingly focused as he stepped forward, full of purpose. “I have better things to do than play with you, wolf.”

With a speed so shocking Nexi could only gape, the wolf was dead. Apparently, Kyden enjoyed fighting and he had drawn out the moment, because he had killed the wolf so quickly she couldn’t come to any other conclusion.

Once the body vanished, leaving only an empty house around them, Kyden’s gaze caught hers. “Go, Foley.”

Foley shifted into his human form, settling in next to Nexi with a laugh. “I’ll be in contact if anything else develops in New York.” Then, without another word, his deep laughter followed him out of the house.

Nexi found herself speechless, unable to take her eyes off Kyden. He strode forward with purpose and intensity she’d never once seen from him. Holy hell, he had never looked sexier.

On his way across the room, he dropped his kilt, and in two giant strides, he pressed her against the wall. She gasped out loudly as his fingers dug into her thighs, but he stole the sound with a fierce kiss. Molding her legs around him, he ground against her, positioning himself directly against her regions south. She hadn’t dry-humped anyone since high school, but with Kyden rubbing himself all over, this wasn’t awkward like she remembered.

This was hot.

With every sharp turn of his hips, a raging spark flared within and sent quick flashes of sizzling heat blazing through her senses. He nudged her head to the side and consumed her neck as if he was starving—hungry for the taste of her flesh. She gripped his shoulders tight, struggling for breath from his intensity.

Instinctively, she moved with him, and he growled a warning.

She heard his message loud and clear. She wasn’t to control any of this. Tonight was for him to take what he needed, what he desired. He craved her body with a fever pitch and the control he’d managed was now gone. Kyden was dominant, and undoubtedly, he realized this was the only time she allowed all that testosterone to be unleashed, since it spoke to her very hormones.

Knowing exactly what he wanted, she relaxed in his arms. Kyden groaned deep in approval and took her mouth again as roughly as a predator might. He had her pinned against the wall—forcing her to grasp the difference in their bodies, to appreciate the size of him, the strength he carried, and she did. She felt tiny in comparison as he forced her thighs wide, moving quickly and forcefully to satisfy his urges.

He encased her bottom in his tight grip and angled her hips to intensify the sensation. Her breath became raspy and quick. He called for her release, demanded she finish with him. Not because he worried over her pleasure—oh no—she read clearly in the low grunts he made this was because he wanted to know he controlled her.

Right now, he did.

She panted against his mouth while his kisses became urgent. His groans deepened as his movements became harder, faster. And she was flying right alongside him. Each turn of his hips sent glorious sensations all the way down to the tips of her toes.

“Give in to me,” he murmured.

As if he was in control of her body, she responded. The wave of pleasure roaring inside of her broke. Her muscles clamped down, gripping the very edge of her climax, and he smacked her bottom. “Now.”

Screaming against the intensity burning inside her, she released the strong hold unleashing her climax. She bit down on his shoulder, attempting to quiet her loud roars just as Kyden trembled. He grunted a low masculine sound—one she became instantly fond of—as his body erupted into shuddering convulsions.

At some point—she couldn’t tell how much time had passed—her mind decided to work again, and she noticed Kyden’s head was buried in her neck. “Well, that was certainly not what I planned to happen when I walked into this house.”

Kyden breathed heavily against her skin, fluttering her hair, then he backed away. The fire she had spotted in his eyes dimmed now. “Fighting. The adrenaline. It excites me.” He hesitated, then added with his devilish grin, “You might want to refrain from giving me sexy-as-hell