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her.
    "Fuck me,"
she whispered again. " Now ."
    She heard the rasp of
his zipper, and the blunt head of his cock nudged the backs of her
thighs. She groaned in anticipation as he gripped her hips more
tightly to hold her still. Then he pushed inside her, and his hand
landed on the back of her hip with a resounding crack. She arched her
back with a low cry, the movement driving him deeper inside her.
    His penetration felt so right ,
so much more right than anything should. She snarled in triumph as
she shoved back against him.
    Mine. Mine, mine, mine.
    He grunted as he thrust
into her and growled as he pulled away, a constant push-pull of
sounds tickling her ears. He didn't press his chest against her back,
just gripped her hips and jerked her back to meet every plunge. Then
one of his hands left her hip to wind in her hair, and he wrenched
her head back. "Beg me not to stop."
    She bit her lips before
the words could come out, arching her neck with a soft growl of
defiance. "No."
    His movements halted,
and he tightened his hold on her hair.
    Claire whimpered and
shoved back against him, trying to move for both of them.
    He stilled her with a
hand on her hip, his fingers gouging into her skin. "Beg for it,
and I'll fuck you."
    She let out a
frustrated snarl and dug her fingers into the couch, unable to move
with one hand clutching her hip and the other wrapped in her hair.
"P-please—" She stuttered the word and groaned. "Oh,
God, please—please fuck me—"
    He thrust again, harder
this time, almost hard enough to hurt. "Keep it up, and so will
I."
    "Don't stop."
She ground out the words between satisfied groans, whispering them,
whimpering, eventually screaming, "Don't stop, don't— fuck, don't stop—"
    A low laughed rumbled
out of his chest, and his pounding slowed, gentled, until he rocked
against her. "Don't stop what?"
    Claire cried out in
frustration. She wanted more of his cock, she needed more. But he slowed his movements in and out until they were nothing
more than a gentle shifting back and forth.
    "Lars—"
She pleaded with him and tried to move again, but his grip was firm.
"Please!"
    "How do you want
my cock?"
    "Harder—"
Her body burned with sensation, and she didn't think all of it was
from the moonshine. His scent wrapped around her, a mix of mechanic's
oil, tangy sweat, and the spicy scent of a mature male shifter. It
tantalized her as much as the possessive grip of his fingers on her
hip. She'd never been talkative during sex, but the words spilled
from her anyway. "Fuck me harder, make me come."
    "You can come
without me fucking your pussy." As if to underscore his words,
his fingers drifted down her hip and circled her clit in a slick
caress. "Why do you want me to fuck you?"
    Claire tried to lie to
him. "Because I'm high."
    "Liar." He
pulled away, and his cock slipped out of her.
    "Lars!" She
rocked back against him without thought, whimpering in protest.
"Fine, I need you. I fucking need you—God, don't stop —"
    "No." His
voice was a quiet whisper, though she heard him plainly. His strong
hands lifted and turned her, setting her on the edge of the sofa. He
tugged her jeans down to her ankles and stared up at her as he pushed
her legs apart. "I'll do anything but fuck you."
    She panted and wrapped
her hand around his cock, which was slick with the proof of just how
badly she needed him. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been
this wet—never with any of the boring human men who’d
tried so hard to fulfill her while always falling short.
    She squeezed her
fingers lightly around him and met his eyes. "Don't tell me you
don't want it."
    He sucked in a breath
and released it with a low, growling curse. "I never said I
didn't want it." He couldn't have, not when his engorged shaft
jerked in her hand as she gripped him loosely. "But I want to
make damn sure you're not just high."
    Claire ran her thumb
over the head of his cock in a teasing circle, her mouth going dry at
the thought of having him