“Okay, okay,” he said, stepping away from the wall. “I’ll remove them myself. So impatient,” he muttered.

Dee watched Ric push his jeans down before kicking them and his sneakers and socks off. When he stood tall, she was right behind him, her groin pressing into his ass. She wrapped her arm around his neck, her lips against his nape, her free hand smoothing around his hip until she could reach his cock.

She grasped it in her hand, fingers tightening until he gasped, his head turning, his mouth meeting hers.

She stroked him, running her thumb over the head until he pulled away from her. “Get on the floor,” he ordered her. Then he stopped, squeezed his eyes shut, and added, “Please.” Unable to keep from laughing, Dee stretched out on the floor, watching as Ric tore through the cabinet under his sink. “They’re in here,” he promised. “I swear. They’re in here.” He was halfway inside the damn thing when she heard him cheer, “Yes!” That was also when he tried to stand before he was out of the cabinet, his head colliding with the sink pipe. “Ow!” Ric muttered what may have been cuss words as he crawled back out, but he held a box of condoms.

“Give me that,” Dee said, sitting up and snatching it from his hand. “Don’t want to take the chance you’ll damage these, too.”

“I’m usually smoother than this,” he told her, his hand rubbing the back of his poor head.

“Usually.”

“Yeah. And sometimes I can be downright chatty.” She opened the box of condoms and pulled one out. She ripped open the packaging and caught hold of Ric’s cock with her hand. It was already hard, so she didn’t have to worry about that. Instead she focused on getting the condom on him and his cock inside her. That’s the only thing she wanted at the moment—and she’d be damned if she didn’t get it.

Ric watched Dee-Ann roll the condom down his cock. Once she did that, she looked at him and smiled. “See?” she asked. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” And that’s when Ric basically . . . well . . . lost it.

All that culture and breeding and education meant very little when faced with the sexiest woman in the world. A woman who wanted him.

Ric caught hold of Dee’s face between his hands and kissed her while the rest of his body forced hers to the floor. She opened her thighs to him and he was between them and inside of her in seconds, the feel of her wet heat wrapping around his cock nearly killing him, it was so intense.

He froze, his body overwhelmed by the woman he was in. The woman he loved. And she had no idea. To her this was fun times with a good buddy, but to Ric this meant everything. And to find out being inside her was even better than he’d dreamed. . . .

“What’s wrong?” Dee asked.“Why’d ya stop?”

“I’m trying for some Zen-like control here, Dee-Ann. You’re not helping.”

“Fuck control, darlin’.” She brushed her forehead against his chin. “Fuck rules and supervisors and what’s right and what’s wrong. Fuck it all.” She pressed her lips against a little spot right under his ear. “But right now, with that big cock of yours takin’ up all that room inside my pussy, it’s time for you to fuck me.”

Then she bit him. Not enough to break skin, not enough to mark him. But enough.

Ric caught hold of her wrists and slammed her hands to the floor, his body rising up over Dee’s.

She grinned up at him, ripping away his last bit of control.

No matter how much they might try to hide it, a wolf was a wolf was a wolf. And Ulrich Van Holtz was a wolf. She’d known that long before now, but this just confirmed it. Because no fancy rich boy could fuck her the way Van Holtz was fucking her, his body powering into hers, over and over. Dee’s arms were pinned by her head, unable to move as Ric took what he wanted from her.

Dee-Ann closed her eyes and let the delicious feeling of Ric being inside her take over.

He brought his lips down to her breast, grasping a nipple and sucking it into his mouth, tugging at it. She writhed from the pressure, trying to pull her hands away from his grasp, but unable to manage.

He moved to her other breast, this time grazing his fangs against the tip. Dee shuddered from the contact, her hips rocking up to meet each of Van Holtz’s thrusts.

Another orgasm tore through her, making her toes curl, her fangs burst from her gums, her claws unleash. Her body shuddered and shook beneath Ric’s, a low snarl slipping past her lips.

Ric followed right behind her, groaning into Dee’s neck, his body jerking from each ejaculation.

When he finally crashed on top of her, his breath coming out in hard pants, his hands unable to hold her wrists any longer, Dee said, “See? Now we can take that shower.” And she laughed when Ric’s only reply was, “Quiet, Dee-Ann. Just . . . quiet.”

CHAPTER 11

D ee-Ann woke up when she felt the stitches in her arm being tugged out.

It was Ric doing the tugging. Naked except for a sheet, he was trying to carefully and quietly remove the stitches so as not to wake her.

Dang, but he was cute. She’d never realized before. She’d noticed he was pretty, sure, but not so . . . cute. With his polite, fussy ways, and insistence on feeding her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He flinched. “Damn.” Brown eyes looked at her. “I was trying not to wake you.”

“You’re removing a foreign material from my skin. How could you not wake me?”