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moment.
    Something inexplicable and volcanic welled hot and urgent. She needed him inside her more than her next breath. But he was content to continue plucking at her nipples, his fingers working the puckered flesh until she felt every stroke in her core. Then he’d take one sensitive bud back in his mouth. Meg didn’t want foreplay; there would be time for that later, after she’d claimed him as hers. Marked him the way she knew he wanted to mark her.
    He began to work his way down her body, his hot mouth blazing a trail to her pussy. She fisted his hair in one hand and jerked his head up as his hard mouth began to descend to her slit. Meg jerked harder and he growled, obviously more determined than ever to taste her.
    She shivered with need, but the Lycanos refused to be denied. His hot tongue delved between her wet folds and stroked over her clit with agonizing slowness. Meg needed it hard and fast, but Marcus took his time, driving her need higher and hotter.
    His hands clamped down on her hips and anchored her in place so she couldn’t squirm closer or farther away from his ministrations. Meg had never felt so completely mastered, and she’d never wanted to, but she couldn’t deny she wanted everything he was doing to her and more.
    But she also wanted to break his control. There was no hurried urgency with the way he lapped at her cunt, his tongue swiping and flicking as if he’d be content to lick her with no thought for his own pleasure until she begged him to stop.
    “Fuck me, Lycanos,” she demanded, and he looked up at her, the color of his pupils shifting from black to yellow. “Yes!” Meg encouraged. Beast or man, she wanted this.
    He crawled up her body, almost stalking her like he would prey, moving slowly, keeping her entranced with his eyes. She wanted to watch him, study the shifting of muscle, take in all his beautiful skin, but she couldn’t look away from his eyes.
    And for the first time, Meg wondered if maybe he’d been right to warn her away. Yes, she was a Fury. She was almost invincible—but “almost” only mattered in instances of horseshoes and hand grenades, or so the saying went. She had no power to hurt him unless he was morally corrupt, and beasts were beholden to no moral laws in any case.
    “Are you afraid?” His voice was like a sword on a whetstone.
    “Yes,” she whispered breathlessly. There was no point in lying. He’d smell it on her.
    Marcus proved yet again he was still in complete control. He shifted away from her, but Meg grabbed his biceps. “I didn’t say to stop.”
    His eyes were still yellow and amber. “Didn’t you?”
    She shook her head. “No, I said I was afraid. You’re stronger than I am. I’ve never met a man like you…so good and honorable, you’re immune to my power. Of course I’m afraid. But it doesn’t change what I want.”
    And even though she was afraid, she still wanted to break his control. She still wondered how hard she’d have to push…
    Meg pulled him back down to her. “In fact, it makes me want you more.”
    “What if I told you I like that you smell afraid? Would you still want me then?”
    His honesty was scalding. “Oh yes,” she said as she nipped the tender place between his shoulder and neck. “I’m a powerful alpha female. And your might is such that it makes me tremble. But I’ve put my trust in you to take care of me. To give me what I need without hurting me. That’s a prize for any alpha.” She nipped at him again, laving her tongue over the mark her teeth made on his golden skin. “Why shouldn’t you like it? Why shouldn’t your beast and your pride enjoy that victory?”
    His cock jerked against her thigh at those words, hard and thick—heavy. She reached between them and closed her fingers around the silky flesh and guided him to her cunt.
    “Fuck me, Marcus,” she demanded again.
    He didn’t make any move to kiss her, but continued watching her with his predator’s eyes as he slowly slid