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.

fit — the benefit of a super fast metabolism — but

bead of moisture escaping the tip, drew her attention. He noted her riveted attention to the bobbing length and he grinned with

Yes!

with a wary approach, as if nearing a deadly creature. Perhaps her eyes glowed with the heat

the fact that

and jerking her to him. “Your skin is on fire,” he noted

might burn,” she warned with an evil laugh.

sliding his tongue against hers with a violent jab as he pressed against her. She

rumbled from his chest as he squeezed her

handled and sucked. He pinched the tips meanly

passage and withdrew only to pop it into his mouth,

the girth filled her mouth and stretched her lips. The mushroom head banged against the back of her throat as

against her, pumping against her open mouth, and she closed her eyes to the wondrous scent

fighting anymore. This wild abandon coursing

craved his seed. Her body fairly hummed with the desire to taste his essence. Once again,