He had to claim her body, fully and completely. Spend himself inside her wet heat. Just the idea of it had his skin tightening in anticipation. He needed to put his claim on her. Mark her in a way that could never go away. Maybe then, she'd see that he was her mate.

Vane crouched down beside her, brushing the hair out of her face. "How bad is it?"

She smiled tremulously up at him. "Not bad, to be honest. Just some mild cramping now. Buuut, if you don't help me soon then I might just be forced to go find some of the toys I brought along."

"Oh, no you don't. You won't need those with me around, baby. Ever." He practically growled the words.

Her smile turned into a naughty grin, and then she captured his lips in a wet kiss. A moment later his hands pushed her back into the pliant cushions, his lips never left hers. Teeth pressed into the softness of her lip in a teasing bite before he dove back into her mouth. They tasted each other with slow, drugging kisses. When he raised his dark head to look down at her, she was panting.

"You're going to do something for me." Vane pushed her knees apart and slid his body in between.

"Oh am I?" Her breathless voice gave away her cool response.

He pressed his face into the curve of her neck and nodded. She heard him breathe deep and exhale a shuddering breath.

"Stand up." Sarina's stomach clenched at the tone of his voice, at the order he just gave her.

Biting her lip, she pushed past him and stood before him. Suddenly she felt awkward as he moved to sit where she had been. He was so intimidating, so sexy. An Alpha lykaen, sitting on her couch, with his knees splayed wide and his erection pressing hard against his jeans. Not every female got so lucky.

Yet, he didn't say anything. She stood, and he stared, his eyes traced over her tight shirt, down the length of her pale arms, across her hips, and down her thighs. Somehow his assessment managed to make her feel naked, and he didn't even move, didn't say a word.

Unable to stand the quiet anymore, she wrapped her arms across her stomach and asked, "Well, what do you want?" Irritation filled her voice.

His eyes slid lazily back up her body, his eyes flaring hotly at the apex of her thighs before continuing up.

"Turn around," he ordered. Sarina turned stiffly, her back ramrod straight. A minute passed. Not being able to see his face or what he was doing was torture.

"Vane what—

"No talking unless I say you can. Now lean forward." His order didn't sound much like the man she'd been sharing her body with for the last few days. He sounded like an Alpha, a man in charge, a man of authority, and it made her tingle all over.

Her heart beat like a bass drum in the quiet room. She leaned forward and stuck her ass back at him. She could feel the heat of his gaze sweeping over her backside and legs like a lover's touch. Her nipples hardened into little pleasure points. She ached to touch them and ease the pressure.

"Stand up, now. Good, go turn off the light." The tingles in her belly danced and jumped with nervous energy. She flipped the switch, encasing the room in dark. Evening set and left a soft orange glow in from the window.

When she turned back to him, a wave of apprehension stole over her. He hadn't moved from his seat, but now shadows fell over him, disguising his presence so that only the outline of a black of mass showed where he was.

“Run your hands over your body." Dark, husky words.

The light from the window illuminated her body in its soft, dim glow. Goosebumps spread over her skin. She took at step towards him, but his voice stopped her.

"Do it from there." He commanded. She obeyed. Her trembling hands cupped the wide curve of her breasts and squeezed.

"No. I said run your hands over your body, not to grab or squeeze or pinch." An edge to his voice tightened something inside her and made her breaths come a little faster.

She did as he commanded and delicately traced her hands over her stomach, hips, thighs, breasts, and neck. When he didn't tell her to stop, she continued. After a minute, the clothes in her way didn't matter. The need to have more didn't matter. Rubbing herself in front of him made her feel sexy...powerful, even though he was the one in charge.

"Now take off your shirt." His shadow moved a little in the darkness.

Sarina grabbed the bottom of her shirt and yanked it up.

"No, lift it slowly."

Licking her dry lips, she did as he commanded and lifted the material slowly over her sensitive skin. Her arousal hung thick in the air, but so did his. Whereas hers was lush vanilla, his was spicy chocolate. The material caught over her hard nipples, making her gasp at the sensation, then the shirt was floating to the ground.

Her bare breasts were presented to him like an ancient offering. A flicker of insecurity darkened her mood. She covered her breasts with her arm while trying to find his eyes in the darkness. Her breasts were large, but not perfect. They drooped some with their heavy weight, and her nipples, still hard against her arm, were wide and big.

He had feasted on her breasts before with hot, open-mouthed kisses, with hands and fingers and lips. But standing alone in the light, the nasty blackness of doubt creeping in on her, she wanted nothing more than to pull her t-shirt back on and slink away.

"Sarina, put your arm down. Let me see your breasts." She shook her head no. "Sarina, do it. Let me see them." The last was said with such husky anticipation, such dark arousal, that need flooded through her core and she dropped her arm. She heard his sharp intake of breath, and just like that, her doubts were shoved out the door. "Beautiful, just beautiful."

His words made her feel perfect and lovely. Her heart melted. God, she loved him.

"Now run your hands over your beautiful breasts. Touch them, squeeze them, pinch your nipples." His words dipped low and hoarse.

Feeling wild and sexy, she obeyed his orders like a naughty slave taking orders from her master. She cupped the large curves of her breasts and squeezed the receptive flesh. Her nipples hardened against her palms as she massaged them. She plumped, pushed, circled, and pulled.

Soon her breaths were rough, and when she bit her lip to stifle the sound, she heard it. His own loud breathing. That sound alone gave her a sexual power she'd only felt in her dreams. She leaned forward so the swell of her breasts and the valley between were visible to him. The scent of his arousal filled the room.

"Stop. I said stop! Good. Now take off your jeans." She did in quick, jerky movements, need guiding her now. They landed with a thump next to him. Her panties were the only thing keeping her from being completely naked. God, if she burned any hotter she'd combust.

Vane groaned as if in pain. "Run your hands across your body. Yes, yes, just like that." His words were slow, punctuated as she obeyed.

She traced her hands over her creamy skin. Again and again, she passed over her rounded hips and stomach, the curves of her breasts and neck, the length of her legs. With each sweep, she heard his breaths thicken, saw him fidget in the shadows.

"Come closer. Yeah, right there. Now stop. Put your leg up on the table."

Sarina was close enough now to see the shadowed features of his lips and jaw. She lifted her leg onto the coffee table. Her pink, lace thong was wet with arousal and her open leg spread her scent even more. He leaned forward and inhaled, his shadowed eyes closing in ecstasy.

"Perfect. So fucking perfect. Now rub your thighs for me. No, no, your inner thighs. Yeah." She traced her hands along the soft skin, trailing down to her knee before swooping up to the tenderest part of her inner thigh. So close to her hot sex. She couldn't stop the moan that bubbled out of her as she squeezed the soft skin.