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could she, a submissive, claim a man who dominated her senses with so little effort?
     
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    He didn’t want to tie her up.
    Unable to find so much as a moment’s respite away from her, he’d tossed and turned the night away and then woke to pace, needing her near. He’d arrived at the club an hour before opening time, headed to the room where he’d taken her the night before, and lay on the mattress, dragging the dregs of her scent inside his lungs. Poor solace when what he craved was the woman, not the faint musk of her ghost.
    He needed her. If he’d known where to find her, he would have gone to her to soothe the aching and constant need for her, rules be damned.
    Logic? Fuck logic. He’d ridden past the station for sanity and derailed at pure desire sometime the night before. Simply put, he’d take her, do the things he craved, and try to sate the beast rearing inside him, starving for the barest whisper of her scent.
    When she arrived, he’d struggled with the drive to reach out to snatch her up, barbarian style, and carry her somewhere private. Somewhere he could strip off the scraps of red satin covering her and plunge inside her sexy little body.
    Finding some purchase on his struggle for sanity, he still was unable to stop himself from dragging her backward to grind his dick against the curve of her ass. She didn’t struggle, didn’t hesitate to allow his touch, instead bowing her spine and pressing harder against him. When her nails bit into his wrists, it took every iota of his shredded control to not take her right there at the front desk.
    Releasing her, he fought against his needs and reminded himself he planned to have privacy with her. He wasn’t putting on a show for others, not tonight. No, he‘d keep his little wolf all to himself. “Come,” he managed to say, twisting one hand to grip her wrist where she’d caught his.
    His little wolf obeyed, seeming as eager as he to continue the games they’d started the night before. Once he got her in a room, he slammed her into the door. The brutal push unleashed a groan from her—music to his starved ears—and he slanted his mouth across hers to plunder for the flavor he’d so desperately craved.
    He’d never been the sort of man who found kissing interesting. It was a means to an end, a way to make a woman sigh and go a bit dazed, rather than something that pleased him much. But with her?
    His tongue thrust against hers, mimicking a motion he’d enjoy replicating with his cock, and she answered with equal fervor. Hiking her ass higher, dragging her to lean on the rough wood of the door, he pressed into her groin with his aching dick, and she writhed into his thrust. Her fingernails bit into his scalp, and he ate the quiet cry she managed as his nails dug into her ass cheeks.
    Soft. Her round ass was so soft under his touch when he squeezed roughly. The hellcat in his arms went wilder, bucking against him with a ravishing abandon.
    Without a thought to logic or being careful, he snagged the front of her bra and ripped the fabric off her. It shredded, the delicate red no match for the fire she’d ignited with her scent and the hushed sounds she made. Her eyes, when he considered her face hidden behind the damn leather wolf mask, had an almost unnatural glitter to them, but then she tugged him close for another kiss and his thoughts frayed.
    One-handed, he reached between them, yanking his jeans button free and zipper down in a single move. Due to the extensive testing done for membership, he knew she had a recent clean bill of health, but he should get a condom—
    “No,” she whispered. Cupping his face between her small hands, she shook her head. “I want to feel you. It is safe; I’m protected.”
    He should still resist, but the idea of sinking inside her seared him, awakening a new and unexpected kink. He wanted to feel her, too, all hot, wet and clenching like a glove around him. “You’re sure?”
    Her nod was followed by a