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by Vivi Andrews


  Someone he could decimate. His heated

  blood would eagerly boil over into

  violence.

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  The step creaked again. The intruder

  didn’t knock. Landon’s eyes locked on

  the door, watching the knob as it turned,

  inch by inch, waiting, ready to spring.

  “Landon?”

  Her voice, husky and scratched, was a

  blow to his composure, cracking the

  façade of his inhuman control. She

  already sounded as hoarse as if she’d

  been screaming his name all night.

  Ava pushed the door open a few inches

  and peered inside. When she saw him

  there, crouched for attack, she froze with

  her hand on the knob.

  Ava eyed him hungrily. He was barefoot

  and bare-chested, wearing only the snug

  blue jeans he’d had on earlier, the

  partially buttoned fly straining over his

  erection. She dimly recalled ripping his

  shirt off earlier and silently thanked

  herself for her foresight. The muscles

  across his chest and shoulders stood out

  prominently in his tense stance, his tan

  skin gleaming in the golden light of the

  lamp.

  His appearance stole her breath, primitive and wild. She knew the feral

  gleam in his eyes should have frightened

  her, but instead she licked her lips, her

  own excitement ratcheting up to a

  frenzied pitch in instantaneous response.

  Ava forced air into lungs that felt

  suddenly tight and refused to expand all

  the way. She tossed her head, defiant of

  the threat implied in his stance, his eyes.

  Her hair flicked around her shoulders

  and his nostrils flared as if reacting to

  the scent of her shampoo.

  Feeling daring and far too excited to be

  touched by fear, Ava shoved open the

  door all the way and stepped into the

  predator’s lair. The door fell shut behind

  her with an audible click through the humid silence.

  “What are you doing here?”

  His voice was more beast than man, but

  the shiver that shot down Ava’s spine

  had nothing to do with fear.

  “You told me to come.”

  Landon straightened, as though suddenly

  recalling his less than human posture, but

  his new stance was no less threatening.

  He took a step toward her then stopped,

  feet braced, glowering down at her. “I

  don’t remember telling you anything like

  that.”

  Ava wet her lips and his eyes tracked the movement. “You did,” she insisted.

  There was no question that she was in

  heat. The feline had taken over entirely

  or she would never be able to say what

  she was about to say without

  stammering, blushing and collapsing in a

  mortified heap.

  Ava cleared her throat. She wasn’t going

  to say this twice. She tipped back her

  chin, looking straight into his eyes.

  “You told me to come to you if I needed

  to be fucked.”

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  He didn’t react beyond the almost

  imperceptible stiffening of the muscles

  across his shoulders. For what felt like

  an eternity, he gave no response,

  watching her with heated green-gold

  eyes that revealed nothing.

  Ava held herself perfectly still under his

  gaze, afraid if she moved the moment

  would shatter and he would toss her out

  on her ass. She flinched when he took a

  step toward her, startled to have the

  statue resolve itself once more into a

  man. Another step and he stood directly

  in front of her, separated by mere inches

  but careful not to touch.

  “I did say that, didn’t I?” he mused,

  husky and low.

  Ava caught her breath and held it, her

  eyes falling closed as he leaned in until

  his face hovered over the curve of her

  neck. He inhaled deeply and Ava felt

  herself mimic the action without

  conscious direction from her brain. The

  scent of him hit her nostrils and shot

  straight to her clit. A gush of fluid

  drenched her thong and Ava gasped,

  breathless again, sucking in another

  lungful of him.

  “Do you know what you’re doing?”

  She couldn’t answer. Did she? How would she even know? She’d forfeited

  brain function in favor of sensation the

  second she walked in the room and now

  he wanted her to contemplate the

  repercussions of her actions?

  Impossible.

  Ava nodded, eyes still closed, praying

  that was the right answer, the answer

  that would make him touch her.

  “Good.”

  When he did touch her, it wasn’t where

  she wanted it. Where she needed it. His

  hand closed like a shackle around her

  wrist. He touched her only there, and

  with the cool brush of his breath

  blowing against the side of her neck. His thumb rubbed a small, rhythmic circle

  against the pulse-point on her inner wrist

  and Ava felt her entire being narrow to

  that point.

  She wanted to leap on him, tearing both

  of their remaining clothes off. Knock his

  feet out from under him and beat him to

  the ground. She wanted him fast and

  rough and hot, but she stood motionless,

  hypnotized by his stillness, captivated by

  his unyielding control. Helpless to hurry

  him, she let herself feel.

  The hand circling her wrist was

  impossibly warm, the air he blew

  against her skin icy cool. He was firm

  but gentle. The patience of his current

  stillness refuted the frenzied wildness that had been in his eyes when she

  walked in, but she knew it was still

  there, lurking just below the surface,

  waiting for him to lose the battle with

  the beast. Ava couldn’t wait.

  She opened her eyes. He was still bent

  over her, inhaling her scent, his muscular

  chest right in front of her face.

  Ava leaned forward and bit him right

  above his nipple. Her human teeth sank

  into his skin, hard enough to leave a

  mark, but not hard enough to make him

  bleed. Landon hissed and snarled,

  spinning her away from him to break her

  hold. Ava released him with a wicked

  little laugh. He jerked her back against 28

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  him, her back to his front, one arm a tight

  band across her bare stomach as the

  other still caged her wrist.

  The stiff fabric covering his erection

  pressed into the small of her back. Ava

  leaned back against him, rubbing

  sinuously.

  “You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” he

  growled, his breath stirring her hair.

  “What are you waiting for?” She bumped her hips back against him
.

  “You’re obviously up for it.”

  He whipped her away from him again,

  this time to tow her across the room

  toward the wide, sturdy bed. Ava started

  to climb on the mattress, but Landon

  grabbed her and spun her until her hips

  were pressed up against the footboard,

  facing the bed. A hand on the center of

  her back pressed her forward until she

  was bent over the rail of the footboard,

  her hands braced on the mattress, her ass

  presented to him like a present.

  He wasted no time unwrapping her.

  “You’re going to be sorry you taunted

  me,” he growled, stripping her

  borrowed skirt so quickly she barely had time to gasp before he was pulling down

  her tube top. The stretchy fabric caught

  on her hips, but that didn’t slow him

  down. Landon grabbed the shirt and her

  thong, yanking them together down her

  legs.

  Completely naked and totally exposed,

  Ava had never felt more powerful. She

  fought the urge to writhe with sheer

  pleasure, then gave into it when his

  palms slid up the backs of her bare legs,

  cupping her ass almost reverently.

  Dipping his fingers between her legs, he

  found the juices dripping down her

  thighs and hissed something that might

  have been a prayer or a curse. “God. I’m

  sorry, baby, I can’t wait.”

  The sudden loss of his hands and the

  heat of his body behind her had Ava

  turning. Landon stood a few feet back,

  wrestling with the buttons on his fly,

  though the difficulty this time was not his

  hands, but the heavy erection pressing

  against the seam. Ava reached out a hand

  to help.

  “No.”

  Ava snatched back her hand, startled by

  the abrasive command. Landon, his

  hands now folded almost protectively

  over his cock, closed his eyes and took a

  deep breath.

  “I can’t have you touching me right now, Ava,” he said, his voice strained. “I

  won’t last.”

  Ava was tempted to test his control, but

  she didn’t think her own need would

  wait for him to recover if he was right.

  She resumed the position he had put her

  in, watching him over her shoulder.

  “Well, come on then,” she urged, when

  he didn’t immediately drop his pants and

  dive at her.

  Landon opened his eyes, saw her

  position and groaned, closing them

  again. But his motivation was apparent.

  His claws sprang out and he slashed

  down the outer seams of the jeans,

  whipping his pants and boxers off like a

  Chippendale’s dancer. His cock sprang up, thicker than she remembered from

  the jeep and already glistening with the

  first drops of pre-come.

  Ava squirmed, her body screaming for

  him. What was he waiting for? An

  engraved invitation?

  Landon moved up behind her, the heat of

  his body enveloping her. She dropped

  her head forward onto her arms, bracing

  her feet and arching her back to give him

  easier access as he shifted behind her,

  making accommodation for the drastic

  differences in their heights.

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  When she felt his head at her entrance,

  Ava moaned. Landon froze at the sound.

  She wondered if there was anything

  within reach she could throw at his head.

  What the hell was he waiting for? Her

  insides were coiling, twisting, every

  nerve on high alert, waiting for his

  possession.

  Right when she was about to scream her

  frustration, he moved, sliding the head

  in, then working another inch deeper.

  Oh, yes. He was bigger than anyone in

  her limited experience and she was

  naturally tight, but she stretched to take him in another inch, then another. He

  filled her so perfectly, but she needed

  him deeper. She needed him faster and

  harder, but he just eased forward,

  controlled and smooth.

  Then he stopped. Again. Ava hissed.

  “Landon.” His name was a plea. Hard.

  Deep. Please, please, please.

  She saw his hand gripping the footboard,

  the knuckles white with strain. “I’m

  sorry, Ava,” he groaned, easing back.

  She stiffened in alarm. If he backed out

  on her now she was so going Lorena

  Bobbitt on his ass.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he bit out, sounding like he was on the verge of

  asphyxiating. He slid out until just the tip

  was still inside her. “Am I hurting you?”

  Men were such fucking morons. “I have

  never felt anything so fucking fantastic in

  my entire fucking life, you fucking idiot,”

  Ava snapped, her tone far from loverly

  as she swore more in that one sentence

  than she ever had in her life. “Now

  would you please just fuck me

  already?”

  Landon made a choked sound that might

  have been a laugh. “Yes, ma’am.”

  He gripped her hips between his hands

  and slammed into her so high and hard

  that her toes lifted off the ground entirely. Ava screamed. Half a second

  later, she came screaming. Every cell in

  her body felt like it expanded and

  exploded, shattering her into a thousand

  tiny pieces. Landon rammed into her two

  more times before he fell over the edge

  after her, roaring, his body stiffening and

  jerking against her back.

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  That wasn’t enough.

  Ava’s first conscious thought after her

  brain put itself back together was the realization that the Hiroshima sex she

  and Landon had just had had barely been

  enough to take the edge off. She needed

  more and she needed it soon. Fuck,

  being in heat sucked. She couldn’t even

  enjoy a good afterglow. Although, she

  did get the kind of sex that people wrote

  sonnets about, so she probably shouldn’t

  complain.

  Her second conscious thought was that

  footboards were not meant for lying

  over.

  “Landon.”

  He grunted, his weight still pressing her

  down onto the wooden rail.

  “Landon. As much as I love this…” she tightened her inner muscles where he

  was still lodged and her lover groaned

  appreciatively, “…this isn’t the most

  comfortable of positions for me.”

  He swore with feeling and shifted his

  weight off her, his cock slipping wetly

  out of her body. He gently turned her and

  lifted her into his arms, carrying her not

  around to the side of the bed as she had

  expected, but across the room to the only

  other room in the bungalow, the

  bathroom.


  He perched her on the edge of the sink

  and wet a washcloth with cool water.

  Standing between her knees, the big bad

  lion looked tentative, his movements

  cautious, as if she were as fragile as porcelain.

  The chill of the washcloth pressing

  against the hot flesh between her legs

  had her gasping at the surprising

  pleasure of the contrast. Landon brushed

  her hair back away from her face with

  his free hand, still wielding the delicious

  washcloth with the other.

  “Are you sore?” he asked gently, not

  meeting her eyes. “I know I was too

  rough. I couldn’t control myself.”

  Ava snorted. When Landon’s eyes

  snapped up to inspect hers, she rolled

  them at him. “You are such a baby,” she

  scolded. “This—” she wrapped her hand

  around his cock, which was already stiffening even so soon after their first

  bout, “—is not the terrifying monster you

  seem to think it is.”

  He snorted and she grinned.

  “I liked it,” she promised, then shook her

  head sharply. “No. I loved it.” Ava

  leaned forward, the high counter putting

  her face on a level with his. She gave his

  cock another friendly stroke and gently

  scraped her teeth along the side of his

  neck before whispering directly into his

  ear, “I wanted it harder, Landon.

  Deeper. Rougher.” His cock jumped a

  little in her hand at every word. She

  laughed darkly. “This was Vivi Andrews

  fabulous. But next time…” She sucked his earlobe into her mouth, giving it a

  gentle nip. “Next time, I expect you to

  ruin me for all other men.”

  “Done.” Landon lunged forward and

  caught her mouth, his tongue plunging

  inside and tangling with hers.

  Apparently next time was starting right

  now.

  Ava linked her legs loosely around

  Landon’s waist and draped her arms

  across his shoulders. Their first bout had

  taken the edge off enough that she could

  enjoy the kiss for the moment without

  feeling like she needed to crawl inside

  his skin. Her lover was not so patient.

  His hands skimmed lightly over her arms. They framed her collarbone, his

  thumbs brushing the pulse points in her

  neck before he turned his hands, tracing

  the outer edge of her breasts and across

  her stomach with the backs of his

  fingers, all without releasing her mouth.

  Then suddenly he slowed the kiss until it

  was languid and drugging, pulling at her

  soul through her mouth. Ava hummed her

  pleasure against his lips.

 

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