THE AWAKENING

He eyed her with open speculation, as if weighing the truth of her statement. Perhaps he feared she’d chomp his dick off. The thought had merit.

But a tingling deep inside her belly had begun to curl itself around her senses and a hunger that had nothing to do with food had taken root.

She recognized the signs this time. She smothered the groan as her temperature kicked up a notch.

Soon, she’d start ripping her own clothes off in her need to be touched and fucked. Oh, how she hated Phasing.

She blew a hard breath through her clenched teeth, unable to stop the carnal smile that curved her lips. “Are we going to talk about all day or get down to business?”

Momentarily startled by her easy acquiesce, Ulster stripped quickly, shredding his clothes as if flicking lint from a sport coat.

His body was a hard maze of scars from battles fought and survived; whether he was the winner or loser of those battles, she didn’t know and it didn’t matter.

Those crisscrossed, jagged lines were the mark of a survivor, no matter the outcome. Her blood thrilled at the savagery she saw in those wounds.

She tore the ugly dress from her body, delighting in the way the cold air caressed her bare skin. Ulster growled in open appreciation at what he saw.

been trim and fit — the benefit of a super fast metabolism — but her skin fairly

jutting cock, monstrous and thick, with a dripping bead of moisture escaping the tip, drew her attention. He noted her

Yes!

word screamed in her head but she simply smiled. He moved to her with a wary approach, as if nearing a deadly creature. Perhaps her

enjoying the fact that he was uncertain. “Are you

grabbing her by the arms and jerking her to him. “Your skin is on fire,” he noted with a subtle

might burn,” she warned with

sliding his tongue against hers with a violent jab as he pressed against her. She kissed him back, dueling with his tongue without reservation, desire and lust

but she didn’t care. A low growl rumbled from his chest as

reddened and aching, needing to be handled and sucked. He pinched the tips meanly and she

pop it into his mouth, tasting her. “Sweet like honey,” he said roughly before pushing her to her knees toward his

loving the way the girth filled her mouth and stretched her lips. The mushroom head banged

open mouth, and she closed her eyes to the wondrous scent coming off him

had full control of her now and she wasn’t interested in fighting anymore. This wild abandon coursing through her veins was heady and addicting. She wanted

his seed. Her body fairly hummed with the desire to taste his essence. Once again, she was seized by this utter madness to