They stared at each other for a moment, his arms wrapped around her tightly, his hands perilously close to her ass, and his erection still pressed against her pussy. She was wearing jeans, completely covered with the denim, but she swore she could feel the length of him, the heat of his dick, seep right through the material of her pants.

“I’m sorry, Tawny.” He lowered his gaze to her lips. “But when it comes to you I can’t help myself.” He lifted his gaze back to her eyes, and they stared at each other for several seconds. “With you I feel like this beast, ready to tear anything or anyone down for even coming close to you.”

Her breath hitched. Dakota was a human, didn’t have those animal instincts inside of him like a shifter did, but it seemed that didn’t matter. She could smell the truth in his words, see the reality of what he said on his fierce expression. His short, dark hair was messy, had traces of blood still in it, and he watched her with his hard blue eyes. His face was rudely handsome, his cheeks covered in a light sprinkling of dark stubble, and his lips were slightly parted as he breathed out heavily.

“I see you speaking to a guy and feel this anger rise up in me, the need to tear the asshole away from you, and I have to force myself not to react.”

“Dakota,” Tawny said his name on a breath. This was a conversation she never thought she’d have with Dakota, a situation she had never thought she’d be involved in with him. Yes, she had wanted him for years, and although he had gone away for a while to help out with his club, she had still wanted him like a damn addict looking for her next fix.

“I know this situation is fucked up. You’re younger than me, Dallas’s daughter, but the truth is, Tawny…” He trailed off, moved his face closer to hers, and then said in a low, husky voice, “I have wanted you for a long time, but told myself that you and I being together wasn’t ever going to happen.” He rested his forehead on hers, closed his eyes, and breathed out. “But I get so damn jealous seeing you with other guys, talking to them, laughing at their dumb-ass jokes.”

If this situation wasn’t so intense and sexually charged right now she would have laughed.

“Does that frighten you?” he asked, his blue eyes staring right into hers, this hardness to them, but also a vulnerability.

Her heart beat fast and wild, and she felt her inner, dormant bear brush along her body. She wanted Dakota, had for longer than she had ever admitted to anyone, and she wasn’t nearly finished now that she was actually having him. Grabbing onto his hair, tugging at the short strands until he hissed out, she pulled him closer so she could be the one to claim his mouth. Stroking her tongue along his, sucking the muscle into her mouth, and moaning out at the flavor of him, Tawny knew that she should stop now.

“Tawny, fucking hell, baby,” he groaned out, grabbed a chunk of her hair, and yanked her head back, baring her throat. He growled out, and she felt these tingles take root in her pussy, engorging her clit, and making her so damn wet she felt the cream cover her pussy lips. She had no doubt that soon the wetness would seep through the denim. That was how aroused she was for this man.

He grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth, tugged and pulled at the sensitive flesh, and then smoothed the sting away with a lick of his tongue. She moaned, he groaned, and then she was moving in his arms, grinding her pussy on his cock, and causing this delicious noise to leave him.

“I could devour you right now and it wouldn’t be enough, Tawny.” He moved his mouth to her throat, sucked and licked at her pulse point, ground his cock into her pussy, and caused this heat to move through her until sweat beaded between her breasts.

“I want you to devour me, Dakota.” She breathed out, closed her eyes, and inhaled the scent of the dark and spicy cologne he wore.

He made this gruff noise against her throat, tightened the one hand that was still cupping her ass, and said, “You can’t say shit like that and expect me to keep my control, Tawny.” He pulled back, let go of her hair, and slid his hand over her throat to hold her against the wall. It was a gentle yet fierce hold, one that had just enough pressure to make her know that he was in control right now.

Tawny wanted to submit to this male, to give herself to him and not worry about anything else.