His body jerked, pleasure rioting across his nerve endings at the feel of her teeth biting into him, her tongue tasting him. His hands came up to touch her, to grip her shoulders, to pull her to the bed.
"No!" Her hands caught his wrists.
She was so delicate. There was no strength in her hold, but clear purpose stopped him instead.
Staring down at her, he had to force himself not to take her, not to dominate the sexuality rising inside her.
"This is mine," she told him, her brow lifting in challenge as he watched her. "Do you really want to miss it?"
Hell no!
He lowered his arms, watching as her small hands went back to the clasp on his slacks and slowly undid it.
His c**k couldn't possibly become harder, thicker. Yet he swore as she began pushing the slacks over his hips it did just that.
He wore no underwear. Breeds were created and raised for years without clothes, and adapting to them wasn't easy. Underwear was something they preferred to do without. Now, he almost wished he wore them.
His c**k sprang free, agonizingly hard, thick, the broad, heavy crest flushed and damp.
The silk slacks fell down his thighs, his legs, to pool at his feet as he forced himself to stand in place.
Rachel stepped back then.
"I've had the most incredible fantasy since the first time I laid eyes on you," she whispered in a voice so sultry it raked over his senses like pure sex.
"And what would that fantasy be?" His voice was so rough, so dark, he almost winced. Then it was all he could do not to widen his eyes as her fingers went to the buttons on her shirt.
One by one, slow and easy, those buttons slipped free. She pulled the ends from the skirt she wore. A silk skirt. Jonas liked silk. It ended just about her knees, barely covering her incredible thighs.
He did so love his mate's thighs.
Once the blouse was pulled free, with a little shrug and jerk of her shoulders, it pooled to the floor, leaving her clad in a next-to-nothing bra, which barely covered the full, luscious mounds of her br**sts.
Tight, hard ni**les poked against the sheer lace covering, tempting his lips, the glands that immediately swelled beneath his tongue and the hungers raging through him.
The animal snarled, causing his lips to draw back, the claws to prick at the tips of his fingers, though they didn't retract.
Her hands moved then, too slowly, to the zipper at the side of the skirt. It rasped down, the sound filling the room. A second later it dropped over her thighs, slid to the floor and stole his breath.
Innocent, white low-cut panties matched the bra. Silk stockings ended at those gorgeous, well-rounded thighs. Pretty, cream-colored stockings, which almost matched the panties and bra. But on her tiny, delicate feet were wickedly high black heels.
Her hand stroked over her smooth stomach. There were only a few tiny, almost-impossible-to-detect marks from her pregnancy. They were marks he wanted to kiss, to stroke with his tongue.
"You didn't tell me what the fantasy was." He cleared his throat.
Jonas stood his ground, wondering now what his delectable little mate would come up with.
She stepped closer, her br**sts almost touching his chest as her hands stroked up his thighs, those diabolical nails scraping over his flesh once again before raking along the inner thighs and sending flames wrapping around his balls.
His c**k felt tortured now, so hard, so desperate for release he had to clench his teeth against the agony.
"You were on television," she murmured. "So handsome, so very civilized." A single nail raked over the tight sac of his balls, causing his breath to break with the extremity of the pleasure. "When the reporter turned to you, your tongue almost licked your lips nervously. It peeked out just the slightest, and I swore I nearly had my first orgasm."
Her fingernails rasped over the shaft of his cock. He was going to die of pleasure before he ever had the chance to come.
"I was a teenager." Her breath blew against his chest. "And I wanted to do something I had heard my friends snicker over. I wanted to sit on your face."
Jonas flinched, a growl tore from his chest unbidden. He was reaching for her, ready to lift her and give her exactly what she had fantasized about.