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inside her again, hot and hard and pushing
her over the edge. "You're not going to fuck me until I'm
sober?"
    "I'm not going to
fuck you until you stop pretending you can't help yourself."
Lars's eyes were dark with reproach. He tiptoed his fingers up the
inside of her thigh, then nudged two fingers past her outer lips and
into her heat.
    She moaned and spread
her legs wide, pushing up against his hand. His fingers weren't as
good as his cock, but they were something. She didn't know if she could admit she wanted this; that she wanted wild, passionate fucking
instead of sweet, tender lovemaking.
    Claire was a good girl,
and her parents had raised her to think good girls didn't like
getting fucked. Over and over her mother had tried to delicately
broach the subject, telling her the instinctive desires of a
shapeshifter were to be ignored and rejected. Moonlight, roses, and
candles, whispered words of love, and sex under the covers—that
was what her mother claimed a good girl should want.
    Yet here she was,
sprawled on a strange man's couch with his fingers moving inside her
as she begged for his cock. She wanted it, wanted anything he'd do to
her, anything she could do to him. He was hot and strong and starting
to make her believe in the existence of the legendary g-spot as he
curled his fingers inside her and sent fire trembling along her
nerves.
    Maybe good girls did like to fuck. Or maybe she just wasn't as good as she thought.
    Blood pounded in Lars’
ears, and he wanted nothing more than to crawl back behind Claire and
fuck her senseless. Her pussy had gone from damp to wet, and he slid
a third finger inside her with ease. She arched her back, hissing,
and he raised his thumb to work her clit.
    He wanted to fuck her,
to make her come and find his own release in the hot, clenching
depths of her body, but he couldn't, not until he knew she wouldn't
be sorry when she woke up in his bed. That meant he needed to stop.
    He ground his teeth and
jerked his hand away, ignoring her dismayed protest. His eyes locked
on hers as he raised his fingers and sucked them into his mouth. When
he'd licked them clean, he grinned at her, ignoring the almost
unbearable throbbing in his cock.
    "Talk."
    She snarled at him, and
it was obvious she didn't have a submissive bone in her body. Her
eyes flashed with heat and a power she still wore a little awkwardly.
She was young, but when she grew into that power, she'd bring
shapeshifter men to their knees. Most of the female coyotes in town
were submissive, rolling over and letting him do whatever he wanted
when they shared his bed.
    But not Claire. She
pressed her lips together in defiance and slid her hand down her
body, teasing at her clit for a moment before pushing two fingers
inside herself. She fucked herself with her own hand, filling the air
with the scent of her desire and the moans of her approaching climax.
    He arched an eyebrow
and watched her, balling his hands into trembling fists and pressing
them onto his thighs. He wouldn't touch her. He wouldn't .
    She licked her lips and
dropped her eyes to his lap, her mouth curling in a tiny smile. When
she talked, it was a teasing whisper. "You wanted me to let her
out to play. You really think you can handle her?"
    "It's what I was
made to do," he rasped, hoping she understood the truth in his
words. "But if you can't handle it, I'll call you a cab right now."
    Claire was on him
before he finished speaking, knocking him back onto the floor. She
straddled his chest, her ass just out of reach of his aching cock.
Her blue eyes were dangerous as she reached down and wrapped her
fingers around his wrist, dragging his hand back to her pussy.
    When she spoke, it was
a command. "Make me come."
    Lars didn't argue. He
just moved her back until he could thrust his fingers into her. He
thumbed her clit, watching her face carefully.
    "Ride my hand."
    She did. Her hips
moved, awkwardly at first, but with growing confidence. She had an
almost innocent