by Morgan Fox
“Yes, here. Yes, now.”
Zane’s eyes were darkening with passions so carnal she feared she’d never last long enough for him to take his clothes off.
“I want you to make love to me right now on this very table,” she told him, her fingers pulling at his neatly tucked-in shirt. She slid it over his head, her fingernails gently scraping along the firm ridge of muscles at his sides. “I want you to love me tonight and always.” She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. “I want you to mark me to show the world that I belong with you and only you.”
His hands moved to frame her face. “I can do that,” he whispered with a groan.
She dug her fingertips into the waistband of his briefs and slowly edged them down his hips. They snagged on his erection. Tenderly she trailed her fingers to the front and pulled his cock from his pants. She sucked in a breath.
He groaned as she gently stroked his shaft from tip to base. Licking her lips, she slowly pushed him back and lowered herself to take his cock into her moist, welcoming mouth. His skin was velvety soft as she sucked him deep, pulling back to take him deeper. Her tongue danced around the head and then glided along the long, thick shaft.
“Oh, God,” he breathed, his head falling back.
Tiffany moaned. Knowing that she was giving him so much pleasure turned her inside out. Her body was buzzing with excitement. His hands worked their way through her hair, massaging her scalp as she continued to suck him. She tasted his pre-cum and knew she would make him come if she didn’t stop, but she didn’t want to have it end so soon. She needed him inside her, and not just in her mouth.
She pulled away, pushing back up to sit on the table. He held her face as he kissed her, his touch tender, but possessive. As he pressed against her, her breasts felt heavy, her nipples sensitive. Everything inside her was raging like an inferno.
Leaning her back, Zane nipped at her hard nipples through her sheer, pink blouse. The clothing that separated them was becoming a nuisance. She wanted it gone, needed it gone, and she didn’t care that they were in a place where people could see them. All that mattered was feeling every inch of Zane against her body.
His unyielding hands caressed her thighs, gently working their way up under her skirt. The further his hands went up, the further back she leaned. Moaning, he tugged at the thin fabric of her thong and pulled it from her ass and over her thighs. Her back was now flat against the tabletop. Her ass and legs were raised in the air.
Zane stared down at her, his eyes thick with desire. She swallowed. Her lips were dry from the air that quickly fled from her lungs.
He held her legs just above her panties, slowly, tortuously working them off. The moment she was free of them, he positioned each leg on his shoulders, parting her thighs. Then he leaned closer to her, her body growing wetter with each second that passed. Her body quivered. The time that ticked on felt like an eternity.
With his finger, he teased her sensitive clit, stroking it until she writhed beneath him. He slid his finger inside her soaked pussy. Her body clenched tight at the intrusion. Her nipples were more sensitive than they’d ever been.
She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her breasts. Massaging her nipples, she gasped as he lowered to take her clit into his mouth, sucking and licking her to the point of climax.
Zane kissed his way up her body, taking a moment to enjoy her stomach, breasts, and décolletage. Then, as he positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of her cunt, he kissed her and eased his cock inside her.
Her head flew back as he seated himself to the hilt. His hands fastened onto her hips, pulling her to the edge of the table. His pace at first was slow and controlled, but built with an intensity that had her writhing from his passions. She dug her heels into his ass, forcing him harder against her, and he eased back and drove himself deeper and deeper.
Within moments, she was crying out from her release, her body burning with a fever she never wanted to break.
* * * *
Zane was barely hanging on. Her body was setting him on fire. Her touch, her taste, everything about her was exquisite. But he needed more. He needed to mark her.
“Move to the ground, Tiffany. Get on your hands and knees.” His tone was rough. His wolf howled in his mind.
Tiffany’s eyes glistened, and he scented her arousal. She wanted this just as much as he wanted to give it to her. The needs blazing between them were instinctive and demanding.
Tiffany freed herself of any remaining garments that Zane had not removed. Then she crawled onto the ground, placing her ass directly in front of him, waving it like a flag. She parted her legs slightly, and the sight of her with her round breasts exposed and her firm ass beckoning to him had his cock growing harder.
The moment he watched her submitting to him, his claws and teeth lengthened. Dropping down behind her, he placed his cock between her legs, teasing it up and down the folds of her tight, wet pussy. Then he drove himself deep inside her, gripping her hips for leverage. Over and over again he drilled inside her.
Her passionate cries would haunt him for all eternity.
Warm heat crept up his neck, burning him like the rays of the sun during the hottest part of the day. His body was igniting as his wolf began to take over. He was preparing to mark her. His claws dug into the soft globes of her ass. Reaching around her with one arm, he guided her so that her back arched deliciously. His mouth latched onto the crook of her neck, and his teeth sank into her tender flesh.
His bite mark would forever be seen, and all lycans would know she belonged to him.
Releasing his bite, Zane held her close, bucking his hips several more times before releasing his seed. He cried out, the wolf roaring like never before.
Breathless and sated, he kissed a trail from up her back to her neck. Caressing her breasts, he held her. Her back was up against his chest.
She turned her head so that her lips brushed over his ear. “I love you, Zane,” she breathed against his warm, damp flesh. “I think I always have.”
“I know,” he told her. His heart was still racing. His stomach rolling with nerves.
She twisted out of his hold and playfully pushed at his chest. “You know? Whatever happened to, ‘I love you, too, Tiffany’?”
He bit the inside of his mouth, fighting back the laughter. He’d already told her a dozen times that he loved her and he’d never tire of it. But some things required the perfect timing. “I didn’t want you to think I was saying it just because you let me have sex with you on a picnic table in the middle of a public park, which was really hot by the way.” He grinned, observing her delicate features enhanced by the moon that was now filling the night sky.
She lightly slapped his chest. “You’re not funny, you know?”
“Sure I am,” he teased as he helped her dress. Touching her body was going to make him crazy. He wasn’t sure he could finish getting her dressed. All he wanted to do was have his way with her one more time, maybe on the hood of his car. “Besides, I was waiting for the right time.”
Tiffany stared at him, her arms folded over her chest in a mock pout. “And after making love to me isn’t the right time?”
He couldn’t take his eyes off her as he readjusted his pants. The solid weight of the ring he’d bought her pressed into his hip. He slowly pulled the white box from his pocket, and as he opened it, he heard her gasp.
“Technically, after sweet, sensual, on-the-picnic-table sex is the best time to ask you to be my wife.” Zane knelt on one knee. “Tiffany Miles, will you marry me?”
Tiffany’s mouth opened wide as she stared down at the sparkling diamond. Zane had bought her an engagement ring. He couldn’t wait to marry her, couldn’t wait to start their lives together as more than just mates. He wanted her to be his wife. Forever.
She locked gazes with him and launched herself at him, knocking him back onto the ground behind him. Straddling him, she couldn’t stop from kissing his face.
Chuckling hard,
he asked, “I guess that means yes?”
“You’re damn right it does,” she replied, kissing his lips, face, and anything else she could touch.
Zane held her tight against him. “I’m glad,” he whispered into her ear. Then he couldn’t resist the need to make love to her again. Tenderly he took her lips, telling her how much he needed her with every gentle touch, with every sweet caress. Nothing would ever change the way he felt about Tiffany. The little fey who bewitched him.
* * * *
“Did you get what you needed?” Bianca asked Lilly, sliding into the backseat of the limo.
“I did and so much more,” she replied. “You let the baby get away from you I see.”
“I’m sorry, my queen. I did everything, but it was either let Ryder have the baby or possibly have us both killed. I thought the child too important to allow us both to die.”
Lilly nodded, her eyes looking Bianca over thoroughly. “Ryder was the one to come after you?”
“As you figured he would be.”
Lilly smiled wickedly. “Excellent. He’ll be coming for you soon, and when he does, we’ll have a little surprise waiting for him.”
Bianca’s heart raced at the thought of Ryder coming for her. The thought both thrilled and frightened her. “He’ll kill me if he gets the chance.”
Lilly tsked under her tongue. “Hardly. He wants what belongs to him, even if he doesn’t realize it. The mating bond is too powerful to ignore.” Lilly shifted in her seat. “Now, explain to me how the were-panther Brody escaped.”
Bianca swallowed hard. She’d hoped to be on her way before Lilly discovered what she’d done.
Lilly rapped her fingers lightly on the window ledge of the door. “Well?”
Bianca released a breath of air. “I allowed him to escape, my queen.”
Lilly nodded, her crossed leg bouncing slightly. “And why would you do that?”
Bianca tried to remain calm, choosing her words as carefully as she chose her tone. “To invoke more fear among the lycans,” Bianca said plainly.
Lilly stared out the window of the limo, her silence as sharp as a knife. Bianca held herself as still as she could, bracing for whatever the queen would lash out at her with. But nothing came, simply silence.
After a few short minutes of torture, Lilly finally spoke. “As much as I appreciate your leadership qualities, perhaps next time you will wait until I decide to release a hostage.”
Bianca nodded. “Yes, my queen.”
Like a flash of light, Lilly was on top of Bianca, her nails digging into the flesh of Bianca’s neck like a knife to butter. Bianca couldn’t breathe. The pressure of Lilly’s hand surrounding her throat was too much. Her grip was like a vise.
“As a matter of fact,” Lilly said with a snicker. “I think if you should do anything that displeases me, I’ll have you as a snack. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to tear through the soft, white flesh of a were-panther’s neck.” Lilly sniffed along Bianca’s chest and throat, lingering in her hair and alongside her face. “I won’t hesitate to tear through your flesh. Do you understand me?”
Lilly loosened her grip enough for Bianca to answer. “Yes, my queen.”
“Good,” she said, twisting back onto her seat as if nothing had occurred between them.
Bianca studied her reflection in the mirror, praying she was doing the right thing. She hated placing Brody in danger, and she had to prove to him that she wasn’t the monster he thought her to be, but everything she had done and continued to do was most likely going to cause her own death.
The question was who would kill her, Lilly, Brody, or Ryder? Judging from her recklessness, she was going to find out soon enough.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Morgan Fox currently resides in Texas and has been writing romance for as long as she can remember. As a teenager she wrote dozens of short stories about love, loss, danger, and of course the seductive bad boy.
A graduate from the University of Texas at Dallas, she was raised in Florida but navigated to Texas as quickly as she could. Most days, you can find Morgan on her computer, diving headlong into her fierce imagination, where anything can happen.
When not writing, or thinking about writing, she enjoys cycling with her husband and reading all kinds of romance novels. Finding time for all the things she loves can be challenging, but with a supportive husband, all things are possible.
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