“Smart-ass,” he groaned again.
“So spank me. Later.” She rolled her hips and growled. A heavy, feline sound of need that almost had the power to shock her.
“Spank you now.” His hand landed at the side of her rear as his hips pushed forward and she once again felt the heavy, heated stretching of her vagina.
Her breath caught in her throat, then she gasped as his hand fell again. Firm little pats, not really a spanking, a burning caress that tore through her senses and had her vagina clutching and milking him just inside her.
She needed him deep inside her. Needed him to fill her. Now.
“Dawn, baby.” His voice was hoarse, almost broken with his hunger.
“Do it,” she snarled. “Damn you, fill me.”
He filled her. Slowly. Too slowly.
“Is this what you want, baby?” He worked another inch in as she cried out with the burning pleasure-pain of the impalement.
“Is this what you want, Dawn?” He penetrated further. “I have more, darling. Do you need more?”
“More.” She tried to scream the demand, but it was taking every breath to stay conscious as the pleasure whipped through her senses like a demented tornado.
“How much more? A little more?”
He was teasing her, destroying her. But with each word from his lips she heard him sinking further into the inferno as well. Burning with her as control began to dissolve. The next thrust had him filling her. A ragged feline scream tore from her as she slammed back against him, ground against his pelvis as her hands bit into the leather of the bar stool in front of her.
“Seth, I need you.” She pressed her forehead into the padded edge of the bar and moaned in desperation. “Please, Seth, like I’ve never needed you.”
His hands clenched on her hips, his fingers holding her tight before he groaned behind her, and began to move.
He didn’t take her easy this time. Not as he had that morning where every touch was a seduction. This wasn’t seduction, this was a claiming and Dawn knew it. The woman understood it, and deep within her the animal that was as much a part of her as her scent, her flesh, stretched and snarled in agonizing pleasure.
Seth’s flesh slapped against hers as he f**ked her. The sound of damp skin meeting damp skin, of lust and hunger, meeting lust and hunger, filled the room. Her growling moans and his deep male grunts. Each thrust caressed hidden nerve endings, sent flares of torturous rapture whipping through her. Her womb clenched and her pu**y flexed against the thrusting shaft. She was crying out, the crescendo rising inside her, flames shooting outward, inward, burning her, until in a single, fiery blaze, she exploded beneath him.
She felt the muscles of her vagina clamp down, ripple in hard, desperate pulses, and a second later Seth slammed deep, tightened further, and the fierce, heated pulse of his se**n releasing inside her sent her spiraling higher, into another orgasm that almost ripped away consciousness. She jerked in his arms, bucked against him, milked his seed from his body and, when they were both drained, collapsed against the bar stool and the bar that faced it. Behind her, Seth was fighting for breath, and she wished him luck, because she didn’t think she would ever find her own.
“You make me crazy.” He nipped her ear before groaning and forcing himself back. Dawn whimpered as his c**k slid free of her, stroking her again, making her wonder if she could possibly stand more.
“Come on, little wildcat.” He wrapped his arm around her and forced her to straighten up. “Shower. Bed.”
“Bed, shower,” she mumbled, leaning against him for strength.
“In your dreams,” he chuckled as he led her to the bathroom despite her weak protests. There was just no way she could put any strength into anything yet.
“You’re mean to me,” she said with a pout as they stepped into the opulent bathroom and he sat her on the padded stool beside the shower stall.
“You won’t think that when you smell the soap I bought for you in Paris. The city of love, sweetheart. Let’s see what we have here.”
Her interest perked. She did so love the soaps Seth had been collecting for her. She peeked up at him through the fan of her lashes as he opened the drawer beneath the sink and pulled a small bar free. Already the scent of it had her sighing at the thought of the pleasure to come.
“You’re going to bathe me?” She watched as he unwrapped the bar. A wicked, erotic, totally male smile shaped his lips. “In ways you could never imagine, Dawn. You just can’t imagine.”
She hadn’t imagined. But it wasn’t long before she was coming for him again, her nails biting into his shoulders, the water spraying around them and the smell of love filling the air.
CHAPTER 15
The next morning Seth had no choice but to attend the meetings that had been scheduled for the the two-week-long house party. Too much had happened, and the other board members were growing distressed and angry now.
The subtle rumblings of dissent against the Breed presence were growing louder, and many of the board members felt that Breyer had been killed because of that presence. Only Dash, Seth, Callan and Dawn knew better. Because they had the note Breyer had carried with him.Tell Seth now!