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of his shirt, and yanked it hard
enough to tear it. "I'd rather fuck you," she said, making
it obvious she thought the two were mutually exclusive.
    Lars let her open his
shirt, then flipped her onto her back, pinning her to the floor. "Why
not both?"
    She struggled to free
her hands—really struggling, instead of just giving him token
resistance—and moaned when he tightened his fingers around her
wrists. "Isn't that a little twisted?"
    The moonshine still
raged through his system, making his blood boil. His cock hardened,
and he ground it against her. "Who gives a fuck? I like it, and
so do you."
    Claire bucked her hips,
not hard enough to throw him off but with considerable force. Then
she twisted her head and bit his arm, her accompanying snarl one of
arousal instead of anger.
    Lars hissed, first in
pain, then in laughter. "You can do better than that." He
bent his head and dragged his tongue up the side of her neck, all the
way to her ear. "Play with me."
    The rush from the
moonshine faded more slowly than before, leaving Claire's heart
thudding in her chest as she rode the wild thrill of her instincts.
    Play with me, he
said. She wanted to—longed to see the proof of how hard she made him work every
time she looked at him. Something inside her whispered that no man
who was too weak to take her deserved her.
    She turned her head and
bit his ear, meaning it more as a distraction than anything else. He
was too strong for her to be able to leverage her hands off the
ground, but she slid her right hand to the side as far as she could,
dragging him off center just enough for her to push with her left leg
and try to flip him off of her.
    He shifted easily,
keeping her down, grinning at her wickedly. "Is that the best
you can do?" He bent his head and bit her nipple again, a little
harder this time. "Come on. Let her out to play."
    Claire shivered and
made a soft noise of yearning at the thought of someone wanting the animal trapped inside her. She'd spent so much time playing human
for everyone around her that her instincts had dulled, as if she were
waking for the first time from a long sleep. She tried to roll again,
tangling one leg around his as she kicked out with the other one,
knocking both of their legs into the small table where his flask
rested.
    He lowered his mouth to
her skin and drew his tongue along it in long, slow swipes. He left
fire in his wake, and her skin tingled.
    She twisted and made
desperate sounds. The drag of his tongue across one nipple made her
cry out, and she finally managed to wrench one hand free of his
grasp. She clawed at his back, raking her fingers across it with
enough force that her short nails broke the skin.
    He hissed and slid his
eyes shut. "You want to fuck me? Or do you want me to fuck you ?"
    She dug her fingers
into his ass, rocked her hips against his, and considered that
choice. "How would you fuck me?"
    The answer seemed to
come easily, and was backed up by the heat in his eyes. "On the
floor. Bend you over the couch, take you that way. Maybe even spank
you a little."
    Not even the drugs and
alcohol were enough to kill the shame at how desperately aroused his
words made her. He'd looked inside her and found everything she'd
ever wanted to hide, everything she’d struggled to pretend
wasn't there.
    But she was tired of
playing human, even if she wasn't entirely sure of how to stop.
"Okay. Fuck me," she whispered, her words half command,
half plea. "Show me how to let her out."
    He didn't undress her,
not really. He just tore open her jeans and turned her over the
couch. Her knees knocked against the floor hard enough to rattle her
teeth, and he dragged her jeans and underwear off her hips. "Last
chance to say no ,
doll."
    Nothing human was left
in the low, snarling noise she made as she rocked back against him,
searching instinctively for the hard length of his cock. She wanted
it more than she'd ever wanted anything, to feel him driving into
her. Claiming her, mating with