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  “Goddamn you!” She knew he'd exposed her from the waist down. She wasn't wearing anything under her robe. “Let go.” She was turned on, wanting him, but it was a bad idea. “Stop it!”

  “I haven't even begun.” Some of his temper faded from his harsh tone but he showed his fangs. They were intimidating as hell and a little scary to see. He actually opened his mouth more and ran his tongue over the sharp tips. “Be still. I don't want to cut you by accident.”

  Her mouth parted, wondering what the hell that meant, but then he bent, sitting on his ass on the floor to lower himself. His hold on her thighs tightened and he jerked her entire body closer to the edge of the mattress. It put her pussy right under his nose.

  “Don't you dare,” she whispered.

  He had the nerve to wink. “I've wanted to do this forever.”

  She stiffened and stopped trying to squirm away the second he lowered his face and his hot breath fanned her lower region. It was something right out of one of the more sexual dreams she'd had about Wen. Of course, she hadn't expected to feel the front of his fangs pressed to either side of her clit, giving him easier access to it. The first lick of his raspy tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves had her tightening her hold on his arms.

  He growled and his tongue vibrated against the spot that was the most receptive to pleasure.

  “I hate you,” she moaned.

  His response was to growl deeper and wiggle his tongue against her clit. She released his arms and clawed at the bed. It felt too good to fight. None of her ex-boyfriends could do what Wen was doing. Only he could pull off oral sex while doing an impression of a vibrator at the same time. She panted, trying to remember not to buck her hips in case he cut her with his fangs down there. It would probably hurt.

  Her nipples beaded tight under the terrycloth robe, making them overly sensitive, and the soft material suddenly felt rough. Heat spread through her belly as pleasure shot from her clit directly to her brain. She was going to come hard and almost embarrassingly fast, since Wen wasn't wasting time with foreplay. Every muscle felt as though it was rigid and her back arched off the bed.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, then bit down on her lower lip to stop talking.

  Wen growled deeper, probably loud enough for her neighbors to hear, but she didn't give a damn. The climax tore through her. It was brutal and fierce, so intense she couldn't think, just wonder if she'd survive because all the blood seemed to rush to her brain, almost blowing it.

  It took her a moment to come down from the high, and she realized she was being flipped over. Material ripped as Wen stripped her of the robe in the process. She was sweating and the air felt chilly after being wrapped in the warm material. Her knees hit the carpet and she was bent over the bed until her hips were pushed tight against the side of the mattress. The distinct sound of his zipper mixed with the harsh breathing from both of them.

  She should protest but she didn't. She wanted him. Gerri turned her head, flipping some of her damp hair out of her face. Wen was on his knees behind her. His eyes were bright blue and glowing. It was a reminder of what he'd said about them doing that when he was turned on. They were absolutely beautiful, and so was he.

  Her gaze lowered as he shoved down his pants. It wasn't a surprise that he didn’t wear underwear. The size of his cock was slightly scary. He was thick, long, and incredibly hard. The only thing that drew her attention from it was when he reached up and tugged his shirt off, tossing it aside. All that tan skin was revealed, and the sight of his eight-pack abs was stare worthy. Everything about Wen was big and intimidating. Sexy.

  “I'll be gentle.” His voice was gruff, more animalistic than human.

  She faced forward and closed her eyes, trying to relax. “You better be,” she got out. “You're huge.”

  “Flattery will get you everything with me.”

  His hand braced next to her shoulder and he pressed against her back. He was hot but it was skin, not fur, so he completely kept his human form. She was grateful for that because some VampLycans could beast out a bit during sex. She'd walked in on her mother and stepfather once, something she wished she could forget. He'd been mostly human but had a shitload of hair, along with some extended jawline action going on, and fangs. She didn't want that with Wen.

  Wen used his knee to bump her inner thigh and she spread her legs more. “I wish you were bigger. You are so delicate, G.L.”

  He used his other hand to grab her hair, something she didn't expect, and bared one shoulder and the side of her neck. He leaned over and his lips brushed skin, kissing her. She relaxed even more, glad he wasn't just going to fuck her right off the bat. He used that same hand to reach between their hips and fondle her clit. She was wet, could feel how much so as he slid higher and one finger slowly breached her pussy.

  She moaned in response; it felt incredibly good as he tested to see if she was ready to take him. He didn't immediately withdraw but instead seemed intent on exploring her by sinking the digit in deeper. He twisted his finger so the tip of it rubbed and she moaned when he found the right spot. He stilled and rubbed it again. Gerri arched her ass to give him better access.

  “Got you, G.L.”

  She wondered what that meant, but then his finger withdrew and something far thicker rubbed against the seam of her sex. He found the entrance with the crown of his cock and pushed forward, breaching her pussy. It stretched to accommodate the girth of his shaft but she'd never taken someone his size before. It was a tight fit, and her head lowered until her forehead rested against her mattress. He was gentle, not going in fast, and allowed her to adjust to him until he was fully seated.

  “Fuck,” he growled, his mouth against her ear. “You're going to kill me.”

  “Ditto,” she moaned.

  He withdrew, but not totally, and pushed back in. He was rock hard and every nerve ending down there seemed to get hit as he filled her again. He stopped, growled low, and repeated the action a few more times until some of the tightness of their joining eased as her body grew familiar with him.

  She moaned again when he nipped her with his teeth along the curve of her shoulder. It wasn't painful. She was sure he didn't break the skin, but that jolt of his fangs added to the pleasure. She'd never guessed she liked being bitten, but then again, it was Wen.

  He did it again, a little to the right, closer to her throat as he picked up the pace of fucking her and adjusted the angle of his dick.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, understanding now why he'd said he got her. Every glide of his cock hit that spot he'd found with his finger. She'd heard about a G-spot but was suddenly a believer in its existence, if that intense feeling was any indication.

  He fucked her faster, harder, and she frantically reached for his hand still braced on the bed, needing that contact. She clung to him, wanted to move with him, but he kept her pinned down with the weight of his chest along her back. She could only take him and feel.

  Her vaginal muscles clamped around him right before she came. Her cries were muffled against the bed but Wen's snarl wasn't when he tore his mouth away from her shoulder, no longer nipping her skin. He gripped her hip in an almost bruising hold as he frantically fucked her. She felt it when he started coming. His dick throbbed strongly, almost a heartbeat pulsing against her vaginal walls, until he stilled. A slight feeling of pressure followed, small bursts of it, and then liquid heat spread inside her.

  Wen collapsed mostly on top of her but then seemed to remember he could smother her with his weight. He lifted up enough to make sure she could still draw air into her lungs. They both suffered from ragged breathing and sweat tickled her from where their bodies were still pressed together. It wasn't a surprise that sex with Wen would be nothing less than hot, messy, and mind-blowing.

  She waited for him to pull out when she felt his cock soften somewhat, but he didn't budge. Gerri finally lifted her head, opened her eyes, and looked at his face. He was turned away though, his hair hiding his features. Something on the w