By then Bo was laughing so hard he was on his side, curled into a ball.

“I give up,” she said. “The whole sexy beyond belief thing is just so not me. I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

That snapped him out of his hysterical laughter and he was up and reaching for her arm before she even got to the door. He tossed her back on the bed, her panicked squeal making him laugh again.

“Why leave after it took ten hours to finally get you naked.”

“Gee. Thanks. How can I turn down that offer?”

“You can’t.”

“Actually, I think I can. I will.” She tried to get off the bed but Bo had her around the waist, pulling her up against his chest.

“You can keep running, Blayne. But I’ll eventually catch you.”

“I’m faster.”

“I can hold out longer.”

“Barely.”

“Enough.” He kissed her neck, her shoulder. “Besides. You need help with all this untapped energy. Can’t have you running around my uncle’s house in circles, now can we?”

“I can chase my tail for a few hours. That’ll work.”

“I’ll chase your tail.” He pressed his hand against her groin, forcing her ass to rock back against his hard cock. “You just try not to trip over your own two feet in the process.”

Bastard. Now she realized why Marci Luntz kept telling her to “watch yourself with those Novikov boys.”

The man had a way of teasing her until she wanted to punch him while making her wet and horny at the same time. How was that fair?

One of Bo’s fingers slipped inside her pussy, and Blayne gasped, her hips rocking against his hand while her arms reached back to wrap around his neck. Unable to reach his neck, she settled on his arms and turned her face up so that he could kiss her, his tongue sliding past her lips and invading her mouth. Blayne groaned, her fingers digging into his flesh.

A second finger slid into her and with his other hand, Bo stroked her clit. He took his time, leaning over her shoulder so he could watch as his hands slowly and deftly brought her off.

She panted, her body weakening, as the orgasm tore through her.

Bo’s fingers left her, and Blayne went to lie down. That’s when he grabbed her legs, lifting her up until her knees rested on his shoulders.

“Hey!”

With her clit still sensitive from the recent orgasm, Blayne winced when Bo’s mouth pressed against her pussy, his tongue first teasing her clit, then those goddamn lips.

Blayne squealed. “Wait!” she begged. “Wait!”

Blue eyes changing to gold watched her. The brown mane beneath the white was now longer, reaching past his shoulders.

“Bo!” She tried to twist away from him, but his grip on her thighs was powerful and unrelenting. His lips began to twist and turn her clit, andBlayne’s body shook as another orgasm built and built, finally ripping through her. Her neck arched and she screamed out her release, her hands able to reach the ceiling to steady herself.

When the last shudder rocked through her, she was laid out on the bed and Blayne opened her eyes. Bo stared down at her, one hand petting her cheek.

She reached out for him with both arms, but he took hold of her wrists, gripping them in one hand, and pushing them over her head and into the mattress.

“Wait—”

It was too late. He licked his lips, studied her chest for a moment, and then leaned down, licking her nipple. His lips wrapped around it and Bo tugged, pulled, while his free hand was busy invading her pussy again with his fingers.

Blayne, too weak to fight at this point, could only groan and wait for it. She waited and it hit, slamming into her, careening through her system. She came hard, her body writhing beneath Bo’s, the sensation that her arms were pinned, increasing the intensity until she exploded around the hybrid who’d done this to her.

Bo released her hands and grabbed a condom from the unopened box he’d found in his uncle’s closet—something he would not discuss further—earlier in the day.

He turned Blayne onto her side with shaking hands, his body unable to wait anymore for her.

Bo bent her knees up, before he leaned into her and pressed his cock against her pussy. He shoved once, hard, and entered her, Blayne showing she wasn’t unconscious when she groaned and gripped the bedding.

“Look at me, Blayne,” he ordered her.

Her face turned toward him, her brown eyes slowly blinking open. Once he knew he had her attention, he powered into her, taking her with long, strong strokes. She panted and writhed beneath him, moaning his name.

Bo took his time, at first. Thinking he could stay inside her forever and could keep going that long. But his body couldn’t handle that ride. Not after watching her come again and again.

Laying his palms flat on either side of Blayne, he raised his upper body over her and picked up the speed of his strokes. He no longer had any control, unable to temper the pace or the strength of what he was doing.

He took her like that, fucking her hard, wanting to claim her as his forever. Waiting for her to show him that she belonged to him. That at least her body knew, if not her mind.

“No,” she groaned. “I can’t. Not again. I can’t.”

But she did, her pussy gripping his cock, tearing his orgasm out of him as she came again, her body shuddering beneath his.

As Bo released inside her, his body shaking from the power of it, he buried his face against Blayne’s shoulder. And it wasn’t until he tasted blood that he realized his—smaller for his human form but still longer than most shifter’s—fangs had embedded into Blayne’s flesh.