Wild Invitation A Psy Changeling Anthology - By Nalini Singh Page 0,82

wanted.

And since he couldn't touch, he began to talk. "You know how I'd like to take you the first time we're together?" Too fast, he was moving too fast, being too aggressive for his sexy Grace, but he couldn't stop.

Nails pricking his chest. "How?"

"Face-to-face, you spread out under me, your legs locked around my hips, and my cock buried balls deep in you." She swallowed at the raw sexuality of his words, but he wasn't finished.

"I'd kiss you over and over because I love the taste of you, but I'd have to play with those pretty, pretty breasts. I'd suck and lick and maybe even bite a little. You don't mind teeth, do you, Grace?"

A shake of her head, her skin flushed, the opulent scent of her arousal a drug.

"Good." He dropped his gaze to her breasts. "While I was fucking you slow and deep, so damn deep, I'd close my hand over one of your breasts, squeeze and pet. And you know what else?"

"What?"

A near-soundless question.

"I'd look into your eyes the entire time."

GRACE was having trouble thinking.

Serious trouble. But she knew one thing: the lieutenant was using the addictive pleasure of intimate skin privileges to distract her. And doing a brilliant job of it. Arousal gripped her by the throat, turned her skin so sensitive that her clothes felt abrasive, the delicate flesh between her thighs plump and wet.

So it was as well that her wolf danced away without warning, darkly conscious that the man she petted with such proprietary hands could overpower her in a heartbeat. How could she think of being naked in his arms when she couldn't guarantee her submission would be a conscious, voluntary response, rather than being born of primitive instinct?

"I'd look into your eyes the entire time."

What if all he saw was a submissive looking back at him, whimpering and quiescent, Grace's human personality overwhelmed into obedience?

Fear taking an icy hold on her heart, she stepped away. "Put on your T-shirt." So she could concentrate, could think.

Cooper growled.

Jumping, she lowered her head.

"Please."

"Damn it, Grace." He wrenched on the tee, impatient and angry. "I wasn't growling because you gave me an order.

I was growling because I wasn't done playing with you."

For some reason, that snarling response made her relax, chance a peek up. "Does sexual frustration always make you so bad tempered?"

Another growl that had her wolf clawing at her to shut up.

"Go on," he said in a low tone that was a dare. "Keep on poking the hungry wolf, see how naked it gets you." Heat burned her cheeks, but she wasn't going to allow him to do this to her again. "Cooper, I'm not an idiot. I know something was bothering you when you knocked on the door."

He made a sound of teeth-gritting aggravation. "I was angry you took off without telling me, okay? Didn't think you'd like it if I pointed it out." It made sense...yet what she'd glimpsed had been far more violent an emotion, somehow old. Akin to the hurt she'd seen in his eyes at the site of the slip. "You don't have to pretend around me," she said, uncomfortable with shoving at his defenses but frustrated enough by his refusal to even acknowledge he was in pain that she had to make the attempt.

"Grace, no male wants to further piss off an already pissed-off woman whom he has every intention of talking into bed as fast as possible." He ran his hands over his scalp. "Goddamnit, now I'm yelling."

"So? I don't want you to turn down the volume of your personality or your emotions," she said, dismayed at the idea. "That's not healthy on any level for you." It would drive him slowly insane.

"If that's what you're having to do when we're together" - the thought hurt, so much - "you know it won't work."

His growl raised every hair on her body. "It damn well will work." The statement of a man used to getting what he wanted.

Stubborn, infuriating male.

She went to open her mouth to argue, but she'd pushed her wolf's limits long enough. It clawed to the surface, wrenching the reins from her hands, and doing what it deemed necessary in order to pacify an angry dominant.

A submissive whimper left her throat.

Cooper froze.
Declaration of Courtship Chapter 8
GRACE COLLAPSED TO her knees as the door closed behind Cooper, tremors quaking her frame.

He'd cupped her cheek, rubbed his own against her temple with an affection that soothed some of her wolf's panic, before saying, "Good night, Grace,"