her. “The type to rut two different guys in the space of a few days.” Ross’ lips twitched. “I am not a guy and neither was that other male. We are non-humans. It is perfectly natural for you to rut when the urge strikes.” His nostrils flared as he stepped closer. “I can scent that you would like to have me inside you now.” His eyes moved from her eyes to her mouth and back. “Take off your clothes. We still have time for two orgasms.” “I don’t think I should…I mean…no I can’t.” Her chest was heaving like she’d run a marathon. “Come back in a few weeks…maybe then.” “No,” a low growl. “I have permission right now and must act before it is too late. I need to return by morning. I have missed you, Becky.” His eyes dropped to her lips which she couldn’t help licking. His eyes heated. “All these rules and freaking regulations. I get off work at six. We can meet then…to discuss it.” She quickly added the last, her voice quivering slightly. If he so much as touched her, even non-sexually, her resolve would melt. Ross took a small step towards her, his neck craned as he looked down at her. She could feel the heat radiate off of him. “Although rutting is natural, I will not lie and say that I am okay with this other male having touched you.” His eyes dipped down and she just knew he was looking in the area where Rushe’s scent was the strongest. “He marked you many times.” She made a squeaking noise instead of an acknowledgement. Ross’ eyes locked with hers. “His scent on you is driving me a little crazy.” “You look fine.” She managed to croak. “Well I’m not.” He stepped up flush against her. So close that she could feel his cock pushing against her stomach. “Please, female. I will make it quick and enjoyable. We can talk later.” Her breath came out in ragged pants and his eyes dipped to her lips. He licked his own, like she was the tastiest morsel he had ever laid eyes on. “I’m not a slut.” “I don’t know what that is.” He gripped her hips with his big hands. “Please,” he growled. “A slut is someone who has sex often with many different partners.” “Then vampires are colossal sluts and you will fit in just fine or should I say that I will fit in just fine.” He licked his lips again. “Just say yes…please.” He growled softly. “Fine, but—” Before she could say anything more, he covered her lips with his and there was a loud ripping noise. Becky broke the kiss, looking down at her gaping lab coat. “What the…” “I’m sorry.” Ross said as he ripped her blouse and skirt leaving her in tattered rags with only her underwear still in one piece. “So fucking sexy.” He growled again. Ross moved so quickly that she couldn’t register the motion. There was another quick rip and her panties came down around one ankle. She felt her breasts spring free. If she wasn’t so damned turned on, she’d be angry. Spitting freaking mad. Ross’ eyes heated up a whole lot more as he raked them from top to bottom and back again. By the time they met her own, his irises glowed. “I need you to wrap your legs around me,” he instructed as he lifted her easily. Excitement coursed through her as she complied. Using one hand, he anchored her against him while the other tore at his pants. Ross spun them around, he walked a step or two, putting her back to the cold, hard wall. “Hold on.” It was the only warning he gave before he plunged into her. Becky moaned in both pain and pleasure, especially considering that her pussy was still a little tender after the last session with a certain shifter. She immediately felt a little bad and a whole lot slutty but Ross made a sound of utter rapture. “Never felt this good.” He started moving. Fast even strokes that had her clutching his back. His next statement would’ve had her feeling confused if it weren’t for the fact that she was about to