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cradling her head under her soft tank top. He reminded himself he didn"t jump into sex with women he"d just met. Unfortunately, the warm silk of her breast felt like heaven under his palm. He caressed a delicious circle over the curve.
    She moaned, arching into his massage. Holding her was like trying to control an eel without hurting it. She had a lot of strength for such a little thing. Her nipple was a hard tight pebble, and twice as hot as the rest of her. Since the rest of her was plenty hot, that was saying something.
    He wrenched free of her mouth. “Gotta suck this.”
    He shoved up her shirt and ducked.
    “Unh,” she said as he latched on, her hips bucking hard against his aching dick.
    She was moving like she was going to come. Hungry for that, he suckled
    harder, pulling the nipple and areola between his canines, curling his tongue around the tightness it was rubbing.
    “Adam,” she gasped. “God.”
    Her scent rose, her cream saturating her panties to wet her jeans. Adam backed off before he gave in to the urge to bite her.
    That was the sort of thing he didn"t do without discussion.
    “Why are you stopping?” Her voice was rough, her Iowa blue eyes glassy
    with desire.

    Long explanations were beyond him. Feeling more than a little crazed, he laid her back on the kitchen table and undid the front of her ripped up jeans. She hadn"t come yet, but he knew how to make her.
    “Can I?” he asked, fingers splayed across her warm little belly. “Can I pull these off and go down on you?”
    Her eyes got big, her sharp tipped breasts going up and down with her hard breathing. Even in human form, his ears were sharp enough to hear her heart thundering. His lust cranked higher inside his veins.
    “Yes,” she said, cuffed hands curling into fists. “Please.”
    The please did it for him. Most male werewolves had a dominant switch or two. He yanked the worn black denim to her ankles, fell to his knees, and sank in.
    She tasted even better than he"d thought she would, rewarding every lick and suck with fresh cream. It was humbling, really, to be desired this much. Growling out his approval, he buried his face in her, using his fingers to rub what he couldn"t tongue, not letting up for a second until she came with a throttled scream.
    He didn"t let up then either, not until she stopped twitching.
    “Oh God,” she panted, her body sagging on the old wood.
    He rose over her, his weight held off her by his elbows. His Saint Michael medal dangled down on its chain, and he hoped the policemen"s guardian wasn"t taking offense at this. Ari blinked a couple times before her eyes would focus.
    “I felt your teeth,” she said in a shaky voice. “I felt them nudging to either side of my clit.”
    His canines were still run out. He was too wound up for them not to be, nor were her words likely to change that. He licked the sweet taste of her from them.
    She watched his tongue as if it fascinated her. “Do women always come that hard for you?”
    “Sometimes,” he said honestly.
    He felt her hands turn within the cuffs. They were directly beneath his groin, and her fingertips half petted, half scratched the pounding hump of his erection.
    The pleasure this stirred was so insane he gasped.
    “Don"t stop,” he said when she paused. “That feels incredible.”

    “Would you -” Resuming her tantalizing scratching motions, she wet lips as pink and plump as rosebuds. “Would you like me to suck you off?”
    Lightning streaked through his cock. Those lips on him ... That tongue ... “I would like it,” he said, his throat almost too tight to push out the words. “But that isn"t what I want most right now.”
    “What do you want most now?”
    “I want to fuck my cock between your cuffed hands and come on your bare belly.”
    He wanted it so badly he sounded angry. The blush left over from her orgasm deepened, setting her cheeks aflame. Her grin broke out a second before her chuckle. “Oh, you so have a fetish for