STORY EXCERPT

With a clear head, Duncan stepped into the garage the next day to see Anya and check on the progress of the Shelby.

Watching her in her baggy clothes drove him nuts. Her body had been slender when he’d pressed into her a few days ago. Her breasts were large and tempting when he’d watched her dancing. He needed to see her naked, taste her, smell her, then plunge his dick inside her until she screamed his name in sweet release.

Wild desire pulsed through his veins, propelling him forward. No more playing around. He needed her in the most delicious way—on her back squirming beneath him in rapture.

Reaching out, he touched her shoulder, letting his churning emotions take over.

She shrieked then put her sanding block down. “Joey, how many...”

Dark, angry eyes locked with light blue ones. She let out a loud sigh. “Look, I know you don’t know any better, but don’t ever touch me when I’m working. It makes me madder than the bull Diablo was named after. If I’d been painting right now, I wouldn’t be this nice.”

Duncan frowned and concentrated on getting his mental message through to her. She tried to break his hold. He tightened his grip and focused harder, the beast within more determined than ever.

“You best let go of me if you want to keep that hand. I can be meaner than a rabid dog when necessary,” she warned in a growling voice.

 What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he get through to her? His powers always worked on humans. Maybe they still had. He didn’t use them often, but surely they’d worked. He badly needed them to work. All he could think about was her. Her body, him inside her body, her smile, the twinkle in her chocolate eyes.

Eyes gleaming, she looked him over. “Cat got your tongue on that one, huh? Hang around here some more if you want. I got a lot more where that came from.”

Ignoring her words and focusing harder, he said, “I need you to come to my house tonight so I can make sweet love to you all night long.” His voice was low, comforting, and full of promise.

He watched as her eyes popped open, and her lower jaw dropped in surprise. Wrath crossed her face turning it from surprised to menacing in the blink of an eye. She jerked her shoulder free and turned away from him in a rage, stomping all the way over to her red metal toolbox.

Wariness filled him as she pushed it across the floor and stopped it just in front of him. To his amazement she stepped up on it and leaned in to no more than a hair’s width from his nose. Damn, she was feisty, and he liked it a lot.

She ground out through gritted teeth, “I see you’re kind of slow."

 ADULT EXCERPT

Shock raced circles through his body, coming to a halt in his tightly sheathed cock. A virgin! Ah, hell, he’d heard human virgins could be very clingy and emotional. His dick jerked, reminding him of the pleasure her warm, silky body brought his. Her pussy felt better than any other he’d ever had. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing if she turned out to be a little clingy. His dick throbbed in its tight little sheath, dragging his thoughts away from the surprise he’d just gotten and back to the business of pleasure. His hips moved slightly and with a will of their own.

His eyes searched hers for a long breathless moment. Knowing he was a little large for her untried body, he asked with compassion, “Are you all right?”

Groaning, she nodded yes then clutched his arms tightly and moved her hips slightly.

Duncan growled softly as her hip movement sucked him more deeply inside her now yielding body. Needing no more invitation than that, he groaned and brought his lips down lightly upon hers. She was definitely the sweetest thing he’d ever had. He kissed her tenderly, then hungrily with more passion than the poets of the world could ever express. Intoxicating, her taste was ambrosia at its best.

Slowly, he moved his cock in and out of her snug little haven. She was so wet and soft he never wanted to separate from her. His dick throbbed, stretching her a little more with every pounding pulse-beat. 

He groaned as a raging need grabbed hold of him. “You feel so good, baby. So tight—so hot.” She thrust her hips up to meet his. “That’s it, baby. Meet me halfway.” Clutching her hips, he buried himself into her over and over again. Wet heat enchanted his dick, making it impossible for Duncan to think clearly.

A mist of rapture lurked near and promised that each thrust into her tight body was one thrust closer to heaven.

“Duncan, oh, Duncan.” Not able to control herself, she cried out loudly as her body found its sweet release in paradise’s blissful arms.

Tightening his hold on her, he whispered, “I’ve got you, baby. Let go. Fly for me.”