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  “Really?” His eyebrow winged up. He leaned forward and whispered another kiss over her lips. “Now that’s a pity, because you’re very much my sort of thing.”

  A thrill shot through her at his words, at the warm scent washing over her. Her wolf wasn’t too weak that she couldn’t pick up the arousal rolling off him in waves.

  He didn’t lift up, instead nipping the lobe of her ear as he walked her backward. The sharpness of his teeth, even blunt in his human form, sent a shudder of need through her. “And I think I’m yours. I can smell the need on you, little wolf. The lust.”

  His arms around her, she didn’t worry about where they were going. He wouldn’t let her fall. His lips wandered down her neck and she tilted her head back, giving in with a shudder. He was right, she needed this. Wanted it.

  “That’s it, little wolf,” he tangled his fingers in the thin strap over her shoulder and dragged it off. His warm lips wandered over the revealed skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She bit her lip to stop from murmuring in pleasure.

  “No,” he ordered, his breathing ragged as he yanked down her other strap. “I want to hear it. I want to hear it all. Every moan and cry of pleasure. I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”

  Chapter 3

  Cyan gasped as his hand closed over her breast, thumb locating her nipple. In a second, it beaded to a hard peak, begging for his attention. His low growl, the deep rumble in the back of his throat, warned her that his wolf was close to the surface, threatening his control.

  Rather than scare her, the thought just turned her on. Her pussy tightened, her clit aching.

  “Yeah, you want this… Fuck you smell fantastic.”

  He bent and scooped her up, striding across the empty room. With a squeak, she grabbed for a hold across shoulders that were broader than when she’d first seen him. She didn’t say anything, silent when he pushed open a door. It wasn’t the one she’d entered the ballroom through, but a smaller one hidden behind a pillar and the sweep of a deep red drape. It opened onto a small corridor.

  Silence stretched between them as he strode along it. She risked a glance up at him. His jaw was tight, a tiny muscle jumping in the corner. She bit her lip, fighting the temptation to lean in and plant a kiss there. The aura of tension and seriousness that surrounded him gave her pause. This wasn’t romantic. They weren’t a couple. He was the Master of the City and she was his bed-partner for the evening.

  As though aware of her scrutiny, he turned and caught her gaze. “Don’t look so worried, I’m not going to eat you.” He flashed a small grin. “In a bad way at least.”

  The small grin eased her nerves, leaving just heat. She leaned in and kissed the corner of his jaw. “Well, that’s a relief. Now, shall we get on with it? Or do you plan to walk around the place first?”

  “Sassy wench.” He chuckled, then with a quick move, heaved her up over his shoulder. She squeaked in surprise, but his large hand landing on her ass with a loud smack silenced her. Had he just spanked her? “Behave, or we’ll be back to that punishment we were talking about.”

  “Uh-huh. Is that a threat or a promise?” she managed breathlessly, most of the wind knocked out of her at his quick move. His shoulders were broad, not cutting into her stomach. She grabbed a lung full of air, only to have it escape her lungs in a rush when he slid a large hand up between her legs. Parting her thighs, his questing fingers brushed over her satin-clad pussy lips. Her damp satin-clad pussy lips.

  “Hot,” he rumbled, his wolf clear in his voice. “And wet. I can’t wait to taste your cream when you come for me, little wolf.”

  She couldn’t think of anything to say. Not that she could answer because as he spoke, he slipped his fingers beneath the satin. She sucked a hard breath in as he stroked along the groove of her pussy. His fingertips stroked the slick flesh, gathering the evidence of her arousal before he zeroed in on her clit.

  She gasped, fists bunched against his back, as he circled the tiny bundle of nerves. Around and over, he rubbed in small circles, then switched to flicking his finger back and forth. She wriggled and squirmed on his shoulder, her breath coming in hard pants. Tension rolled through her body, hard pleasure tightening her pussy to near pain. A hard knot of arousal formed between her legs and she parted them further, eager to give him all the access he needed.

  The corridor passed in a blur, until finally they reached a door. All she knew was that they stopped for a moment, any other details stolen when he thrust a finger deep into her sopping pussy.

  “Ohhhh…” She gasped, arching her back and rocking her hips to get more penetration. She needed deeper, harder. Thicker… “Oh god…yes. More.”

  “Master, not God,” he rumbled, the door slamming behind them. “And more’s not a problem.”

  He pulled from her and before she could pout in disappointment at the loss, he leaned forward and dropped her onto a bed. She didn’t get a chance to move. Within a heartbeat, he was over her. He yanked her legs apart, shoved her dress up and reached for her panties. They caught, resisting his attempt to remove them. The sound of a growl and tearing cloth filled the air a second before cool air washed over her exposed pussy.

  He dropped between her legs, parting her thighs further to accommodate his wide shoulders and blew a warm breath over her. She moaned in pleasure as he parted her, not caring she was spread out like a pagan sacrifice. One for his pleasure alone.

  “So pretty. Hot.” Leaning forward, he swept his tongue over her. A small, hard cry of pleasure escaped her lips. The rough brush of his tongue was heaven. Warm and teasing, he flicked over her clit in quick movements. He fanned his tongue back and forth, working her clit before pulling the small bundle of nerves into the warmth of his mouth. He suckled. Hard. Pleasure washed over her, forcing a cry from her lips as it spiraled out from her core to send heat through her entire body.

  “Oh…that’s it,” she murmured, reaching down to spear her fingers through his short curls. “I’m gonna come…”

  He growled again, the vibration against her clit pushing her to the edge, then thrust not one, but two fingers deep inside her. She screamed, body shattering under his ministrations. He didn’t let up, feasting on her pussy with tiny growls even as pleasure cascaded through her. The brush of his tongue, and the thrust of his fingers within her, stretched her release out, then, before she realized, had toppled her over into another hard climax.

  Awash with pleasure, she was barely aware of him moving. His fingers slid from her, and he crawled up to bracket her body. She looked up. His face was harsh, the feral edges of the wolf showing in hard cheekbones and amber eyes. He caught her gaze, the expression in his eyes hot and wild. As though he wanted to eat her alive. Or fuck her senseless.

  She bit her lip as he grabbed her leg and hauled it over his hip. Still clothed, his hand shook when he reached to rip open his fly. His cock sprang free to slap against her belly, and leave a sticky smear of pre-cum. She moaned at the scent of his arousal on the air. Musky and hot, it made her normally dormant wolf sit up and take notice.

  “You’re mine,” he said, his voice lower than human, and dark with a note of possession. “All mine.”

  Then he drove inside her with one slick, hard thrust.

  She lost the ability to breathe, her lungs stilled for her body to process the long, hard length of his cock buried deep inside her. Forced her pussy to part around him. To accommodate him. She’d never felt so full in her life, almost too full as she fought to ride the edge between pure bliss and the burning pain that accompanied his penetration.

  “Oh lord…” she moaned, throwing her head back against the satin sheets.

  His warm breath preceded his lips as he planted a row of hot kisses along the tender length of her throat.

  “Lord’ll do,” he rumbled, his hips still as though he waited for her to get used to the thickness and length of him buried within her. It was a small thing, but one so caring it melted her heart on the spot. It wasn’t somet
hing she’d expected from an alpha with his reputation.

  A soft moan filled the air, from her own lips, as the uncomfortable sensation faded, leaving the need to move. She drove her hands into his hair, pulling his head back so she could kiss him. This time she was the aggressor, demanding a response with lips and tongue. She rolled her hips, sending a thrill of sensation through them both so strong that she felt his body jerk in reaction. Opening her mouth to accept his tongue, she swallowed his groan of pleasure, the sound lost under their kiss.

  He slammed a hand into the sheets, gripping them hard as he pulled back to power into her. The heavy thrust rocked the bed and curled her toes. He was so thick and long, he pressed hard against her walls. She felt everything. Every inch. Every vein and ridge. She clung to him and tried to catch her breath. She was no innocent, but in his arms she felt like it. She’d never been fucked this way, with such intensity, such passion, before. Ever.

  His groans increased to growls and he stroked his free hand along her leg, pulling it up to mirror the other around his hips. “Lock your ankles,” he ordered, shoving himself upright. The change in angle pressed his cock inside her in ways that made her eyes cross, and she hurried to do as he commanded.

  His eyes were pure amber, burning with heat. Still keeping pace with his thrusts, he reached down and rubbed his thumb over her clit. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes rolling back in her head as hard tension formed under his touch. She couldn’t be that close. Not again. Not after he’d made her come so hard in quick succession.

  But she was. Eyes wide with shock, she looked up at him. He smiled. Carried on rubbing, back and forth, in time with his thrusts. At the end of each deep penetration, he added a roll of his hips that made her whimper.

  “That’s it, little wolf.” His voice was a velvet rasp. “Let it go. I want to feel you come over my cock.”

  His words cracked her control. She closed her eyes and with the next swipe against her clit, the tension broke. Ecstasy poured over her, through her, working its way outward from her clit and cunt in a shattering explosion of sheer sensation, and with a soft moan, she cried his name and tumbled into ecstasy.

  * * *

  The feeling of her clamping around his cock was so amazing that Veyr’s eyes crossed. He grit his teeth and pushed past it, seeking the silken haven of her pussy around him. He fought against his impending climax, despite the silky rush of hers tempting him to his own release.

  He’d thought tonight would just be the standard midwinter fuck, the Master of the City spreading his seed amongst the packs as duty dictated, but it had turned out to be far more. Rather than just picking a face he didn’t mind looking at for the evening, he’d been drawn to her from the moment he’d seen her, standing in the middle of the ballroom, defiance wrapped around her like a cloak. The air of challenge bristling from her had roused his wolf, the light of intelligence in her eyes had roused the man. Her curves…they’d roused his cock.

  He grit his teeth, dropped forward to power into her. Hands either side of her head, he slammed his hips against hers. Wild, and passionate, his wolf howled deep within. He shuddered, still fucking her. No need to worry about hurting her. She was wolf enough that his strength couldn’t hurt her. He’d never hurt her.

  The waves of her climax tightened her pussy in rhythmic pulses, clenching her slick pussy around his cock and he knew he didn’t have long. Not long to keep her in his bed. One night. That’s all he got. The reason he never got attached to his midwinter partners. It was about fucking. About the gift of his seed, and possibly his cub, to the packs.

  He snarled. The thought of her carrying his child did something to him inside. Heat raced down his spine, arrowed through his body to encircle his cock and balls. With a snarl, he slammed into her one last time and held still. His cock jerked, pulsing deep inside her as he came hard. Throwing back his head, he howled his release to the moon as it broke free of the clouds overhead to bath them both in its silver light.

  He panted, dropping his head as his release wiped him out. His arms around her in a tight embrace, he rolled until she lay on his chest, his cock still buried deep inside her. It pulsed, small ripples of pleasure that made them both murmur.

  He brushed his lips against her temple, closed his eyes and smiled. If she thought he was letting her go come morning, she was in for a surprise.

  She was his. He was the Master of the City, and he kept what belonged to him.

  The Master’s Woman

  Chapter 1

  “I don’t care how good a fuck she is, Veyr. The council will not stand by and allow you to mate a near-human.”

  Veyr, Master of the City and the most powerful werewolf in the room, looked up to regard the men sat around the table in front of him. Alphas from the twelve packs surrounded him, the leaders of their communities. All but one looked back, the bright rings of amber in their eyes proclaiming their status as pure-blood werewolves. Unlike Veyr. Not from the ranks of lycan nobility, he’d attained his position through blood, sweat and being the meanest son of a bitch out. Not born to power, or into an exalted position within any of the packs, he was the son of an attack victim, the born-wolf child of a bitten mother; the lowest in lycan society.

  Not content with such a low rank, he’d made his name and fortune in the fight clubs, rising to own them. He’d been King of the Ring before a rare challenge had given him a shot at the title of Master of the City. A fact that a few of the wolves around the table appeared to have forgotten, as most nodded to agree with Jacob McCauley.

  “Really?” Veyr drawled, resting his chin on his knuckles. His voice was low and dangerous, a clue that had the guards at the door straightening. They were his men, hand-picked by his captain, a wolf from the pits just like Veyr.

  He didn’t take his eyes off Jacob. The man was arrogant and convinced of his superiority. Six months into his role as alpha, he was already throwing his weight about. A fact that annoyed the hell out of Veyr.

  “So, you’re telling me you have decided to tell the Master of the City what he can and cannot do?” Veyr stood, exploding into movement that made Jacob scuttle back, surprise written over his face. Veyr’s voice was still quiet as he resisted the urge to let his claws do the talking, but he didn’t restrict the amber in his eyes to just a ring. Wolfing them out to the max, he let his anger roll from him in waves.

  “Because,” he snarled and slammed his fists into the tabletop. The solid wood cracked under the blow, the sound like a gunshot in the room. “If you want to give the orders, then you can always issue a challenge.”

  Jacob paled. Not as white as a sheet, nothing so poetic. Instead, he turned the white of a man who has just seen the future. One that ended with his intestines around his feet as he tried to scream through a shredded throat.

  “No, no. I apologize, Master,” he was quick to assure. “I forget my place. It won’t happen again.” He ducked his head in apology but not before Veyr had seen the flash of anger in his eyes. Given that and the somewhat unsavory rumors Veyr had heard about the man, he knew Jacob was a problem he would have to deal with sooner rather than later. With violence. Veyr was good with violence when the situation warranted it. It was the reason he was the only fighter to retire from the ring undefeated.

  “I didn’t think so. Anyone else?” Veyr looked around the room, his expression hard. With their ringleader cut down to size, none of the others held his gaze for long. A few seconds at most. He reached the last man at the table, and the silence stretched out as Veyr waited for him to look up.

  Nick Trevais lifted his head to meet Veyr’s eyes. He smiled; his expression strained. It was ever likely to be. The woman under discussion was his sister.

  “McCauley is right,” he said in a quiet voice. Unlike his spitfire of a sister, Trevais had always been the voice of reason on the council. He continued to be so, regardless of his personal stake in the matter. “As Master of the City, you cannot take a non-shifter as your mate. Concubine, yes. Mate, no.”
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br />   His words fell into the silence of the room. Around the table, the other alphas nodded their agreement. Veyr hid his smile when Jacob’s eyes lit with triumph. It was no secret to anyone with half a brain that he wanted to mate his sister to the Master of the City. As beautiful and elegant as Vanessa McCauley was though, she didn’t hold Veyr’s interest. Bred to be the perfect lycan noblewoman, she didn’t have the sass and fire Cyan did, and he wanted every drop, not an insipid partner who agreed with his every word. It didn’t matter that Jacob thought he’d won this battle. Rather than foiling his plans to make Cyan his mate, Nick had provided him a stepping stone to achieving his goal.

  “I’ll take it. I want a Claiming Chase.”

  * * *

  Being screwed by the Master of the City had its advantages. Cyan Trevais paused mid-bite, a pastry in her hand as her memory went into overdrive. Veyr had been insatiable. She’d never been with a man with so much stamina.

  Not that she’d had that many lovers. As the non-shifting sister of a pack alpha, her options in the lycan world were limited. No one wanted a mate who might pass on such a defect to their children and since looking for love in the human world didn’t sit well with her wolf side. Stuck between a rock and a hard place. Unwanted in one world, and too non-human for the other.

  But Veyr was something else. Her abilities or lack of them hadn’t seemed to matter to him. Warmth filled her at the memory of his farewell ‘kiss’ before he’d left for a council meeting. It had been hot, torrid and ended up in a hard, fast screw against the wall. The memory, while hot, was tinged with sadness.

  He hadn’t mentioned seeing her again. Why should he? She was nothing more than the midwinter fuck. While another woman, one from a different pack, might hope that such a dalliance led to pregnancy and a mating, she knew better that to wish for such an outcome.