Fucking beautiful. Her stomach was nicely toned, her gorgeous shapely legs went on forever, and God help him, she had a full Brazilian. “The heels can stay. I want you to lie on your back on the bed for me.”

The command and power in that gruff rumble made her shudder. Her wolf loved the authority in his voice even while she felt challenged by it; she saw a male who could handle her and give her what she needed. Jaime thought about rebelling against him for the hell of it, but the resolve in his eyes warned her not to ignore his order, and she knew the sadistic a**hole would keep her hanging for a while if she did. No, she needed release now. She’d rebel another time.

“Very good,” said Dante when she complied.

Jaime literally couldn’t look away from his body as he slowly approached the bed, stripping as he went. She licked her bottom lip as she gazed at his tanned, incredibly toned chest, imagining running her tongue between the grooves of his gorgeous abs. He was literally the embodiment of power, and that acted as a narcotic to her wolf. Was she really about to let Dante f**k her? Was this really happening? Damn, she hoped so. If this was a dream, it was the best she’d ever had.

Allowing her gaze to roam lower, Jaime’s eyes widened at the sight of his cock. Holy mother of f**k. “Well-hung” would be an understatement—though that wasn’t surprising, since he was a big guy all over. His c*ck didn’t let down in the girth department either. It wasn’t huge in a way that looked unnatural; it was just on the right side of well-endowed.

Dante’s mouth dried up at the sight of her all laid out for him. “Spread your legs for me.” She didn’t. She just stared up at him defiantly. “Don’t make me have to punish you, baby.” That sounded kind of interesting. “And how exactly would you punish me?”

“By not letting you come.”

“Jerk.”

“Spread your legs, Jaime.” Very, very slowly she parted them, and he inhaled sharply at how wet she was, how swollen and pink and glistening. Drawn by her alluring scent, he settled himself between her thighs and swiped his tongue through her wet folds, making her cry out. Her darkly rich taste had him groaning for the second time that night. “You taste so good.” Although he was desperate to be inside her, he suspected that he’d be gorging himself on her taste for a while.

Gripping her by her hips, Dante pinned her still as he feasted on her; licking between her folds, circling her cl*t with the tip of his tongue, nibbling on the hood of her clit, and stabbing his tongue inside her. She made the most amazing noises: husky little moans, choked cries, and throaty groans that had his c*ck throbbing. God, she was so responsive, so receptive. “Do you know what you taste like? Sin. You taste like sin.” And he couldn’t get enough of it.

Damn, was there anything that this guy wasn’t good at? It would have been annoying if she wasn’t benefiting highly from it. Still, she needed him inside her. “Dante, stop with the teasing and f**k me!”

Instead, he plunged one finger inside her and closed his mouth over her clit, suckling hard. Just like that, she fragmented beneath him. So. Damn. Responsive. He kissed and nipped his way up her shuddering body and draped himself over her. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you what you need, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll scream.”

She didn’t doubt that. With one hand knotted in her hair and the other pinning her down by her hip, he finally began to ease himself inside her. The pressure of his thickness caused the most delicious twinge of pain; she wasn’t, by any means, a masochist, but an edge of pain always intensified the pleasure for her. She’d never had anyone as big as Dante before, and the sensation of him stretching her was unfreakingbelievable.

Jaime was so wet that he had no trouble pushing inside, but still he moved slowly—much too slowly for her liking—as he fed her inch after inch. He stilled when he was halfway inside her, giving her time to adjust, but it was time she didn’t want or need. Neither Jaime nor her wolf wanted to be carefully handled. She curled her legs around his h*ps and tried tugging him toward her to take him deeper. The tugging didn’t work. The a**hole withdrew an inch, warning her with his eyes that he’d move at his own pace. “If I wanted to be treated like a porcelain doll, I’d have said so!” she growled. “I can take it, Popeye!”

“Is that so?” His wolf agreed with her, urging Dante to take her hard.

“Yes!” She should have known better than to challenge him; he reared back and then slammed home, burying his c*ck so deep inside her that she was surprised she couldn’t feel him in her throat.

She cried out as her back bowed. She had never felt so full in her life, and damn, it hurt, but it was a good hurt.

Dante groaned as the tightest, hottest, wettest pu**y he’d ever felt contracted around him. It was so good it was also torture. Feeling the prick of her claws on his back only added to the pleasure. “Open your eyes and look at me. Don’t take your eyes off me, Jaime.” Opening her eyes, she started at the blazing intensity on his face. No one had ever looked at her like that, like he wanted to possess every part of her. She moaned as he suddenly began to move.

His thrusts were slow, shallow, and sensual, just as teasing as they were heavenly. But they weren’t enough. “Faster.” He ignored her. “Faster.”

“I’ll go faster when I’m ready to go faster.” The sneaky little bitch tightened her muscles around his c*ck and threw her h*ps hard at him to counter his thrust. Dante stilled her by pressing down hard on her hip, digging his claws into the skin warningly but without drawing blood. “Don’t.

Move.” Instead, holding his eyes, she again defiantly clenched around him, smiling a very satisfied smile at the sound of his tortured groan. Bringing himself nose to nose with her, Dante gripped her by the throat. “Unless you want me to pull out and leave you hanging like this, do as you’re told.” The f**king shit-stain! She’d have hit him if she thought the big lug would actually feel it. Her wolf wasn’t impressed with that order either. There was more than one way to irritate him and get what she wanted. She softened her expression and gave him a sympathetic smile. “Oh, Dante, if you’d just explained that you were adjusting to being inside a woman you don’t have to inflate, I wouldn’t have pushed you like that.”

He gave her throat another squeeze. “Jaime.”

“You know, if it feels too weird, you could just put the head in.”

“Jaime.”

“Don’t worry, I understand if you’re a little out of practice when it comes to real women, so—” She cried out as he suddenly slammed into her—a punishing thrust. He didn’t start pumping away inside her to prove his virility, though. Damn wolf.

“Playing little games isn’t going to work with me, baby.”

Yeah, she’d gathered that. The truth was that she was in totally unfamiliar territory with Dante.

She was used to getting her own way when it came to guys, even those who were overbearingly dominant. She had always been able to control them in her own subtle way. A little reverse psychology, or simply feeding their egos, often went a long way in getting what she wanted. She wasn’t above using a little provocation either, and if she had said those things to another guy, he would have f**ked her to prove his masculinity. But not Dante. He wasn’t a guy she could have dancing to her tune or who would fall for her little tricks. Awkward f**ker. “I don’t need this gentle bullshit! I told you, I can take it!”

“Are you sure?” he taunted, loving to see her riled.

“I’m sure,” she bit out. A gasp burst out of her as he suddenly began hammering into her. Each of his branding strokes was a stab of complete and utter bliss. The only problem was that she knew he was keeping himself in check. She wanted all of him. Beating his back with her legs and clawing at him, she growled, “Stop holding back from me!” The next thing she knew, he’d withdrawn from her and she’d been roughly flipped onto her stomach. Then Dante was draped over her, nibbling on the mark he’d made on her neck. “Look, I know you live in caves, but this prehistoric man behavior is totally unacceptable.”

“I love these tattoos.” She had an angel on the back of her left shoulder and a devil on the back of her right shoulder. The angel, however, was holding a bottle of booze, covered in tattoos, and puckering her lips flirtatiously.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“You want it as hard as I can give it, right?” He looped an arm around her and pulled her to her hands and knees. “You should be careful what you ask for.” He drove a hand into her hair, snatched her head back, bit into the crook of her neck, and slammed home. Dante groaned as her muscles tightened around him. He gave the fresh bite on her neck a soothing lick, liking the look of it there. His wolf growled his approval, wanting Dante to mark her again. Oh, he planned to.

Dante swirled his tongue around the shell of her ear and then sucked the lobe into his mouth.

“Feel me, Jaime. Has anyone ever been this deep inside you?” She shook her head, and he was male enough to feel smug about that. “Does it feel good?” At her nod, he gave her a rewarding thrust.

“Does it feel good when I f**k you?” She nodded vigorously, so he gave her another rewarding thrust.

“Better than when Pretty Boy f**ked you?”

Guys and their egos! She thought about telling him to grow up, but she liked his version of rewards. “Yes.” That got her the forceful thrust she wanted.

“Did you let him have your ass?”

“No.” Another fierce, rewarding thrust.

“Have you let anyone else have it?”

“No.” Two fierce thrusts were her reward this time.

“You’ll let me have it, won’t you, baby? You’ll let me f**k every hole in your body, won’t you?”

At that moment, she was pretty sure she’d let him do anything if he just made her come. She nodded. His weight suddenly left her upper body, and then, growling, he began violently pounding into her just like she wanted. A fierce cl**ax was creeping up on her as he relentlessly drove into her faster, harder, and deeper than anyone ever had.

“You’re mine, Jaime. And you won’t let anyone else near my pu**y, will you, baby?” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. When she didn’t contradict him, he rewarded her by pounding into her impossibly harder.

“Dante…I need to come.”

“Good, because I want to feel you come all over me.” He snaked his hand around her body and found her cl*t with his finger and thumb. “Come, Jaime. Do it now.” He bit into her shoulder and pinched her cl*t simultaneously, and Jaime’s entire body stiffened as a bolt of pleasure shot through her that was so perfect it was also bad. As he’d promised, she came so hard she screamed.

Her inner muscles closed and fluttered around him. “Fuck, Jaime.” Three fierce thrusts later Dante exploded inside her, shuddering and filling her with his come. The only thought he had when his brain recovered from the most intense orgasm he’d ever had in his life was “Again.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

The incessant ringing of Dante’s cell phone pulled Jaime from dreamland. She nudged him, urging him to wake and answer the damn thing. Or maybe sling it at the wall, whatever, as long as the noise came to a stop. The response from him was a grunt. A grunt that sent vibrations through the nipple that his mouth had been latched onto for most of the night. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d also kept two fingers buried inside her. So yeah, she was horny to the point of crankiness.

She lightly slapped his shoulder. “Phone.” Another grunt. Followed by his mouth suckling on her nipple. “Phone,” she repeated a little breathlessly. She wasn’t sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that he could play her body like it was an instrument. After so many years of wondering, finally she knew just how good he would feel inside her—too good. She gasped as his fingers swirled inside her.

“So wet,” he murmured before drawing the taut bud back into his mouth.

“Well, duh. I was hardly going to have a dry spell after having your fingers jammed inside me all night.”

Hearing the irritation in her voice, Dante smiled around her nipple. At that moment, the phone gave up and he felt her body relax a little. Clearly, Jaime wasn’t a morning person. “Want me to take care of that frustration before your training session, baby?” Jaime snickered. “You’d better.”

“I’m not sure I like your tone.”

“I’m not sure I care.”

He nipped the curve of her breast but then licked it soothingly. He was just about to mold himself around her and spread her legs when his phone started ringing again.

“Answer the freaking thing before I smash it. Hey!” she whined when he slapped her ass before going to retrieve his phone from the pocket of his pants.

Dante was too sexually frustrated to bother with a hello. “Dom, this better be good.”

“I just wanted to let you know that Nick called Trey with the same offer he made to you last night,” Dominic informed him, sounding pretty pissed about it. “Clearly, he wasn’t happy with your answer. I can’t understand why he’s so interested in keeping our females and mated pairs safe.” Dante had an idea about why, but it wasn’t something he intended to mention until he was sure.

“So what did Trey say?”

“Told him to mind his own business and stop questioning his decisions or the alliance is over.”

“I thought he might.”