Bo leaned back a bit and those sweet blue eyes were gone, replaced by what she liked to call calculating feline gold eyes.

“Bed,” he growled, staring down at her.

Blayne shook her head. “Here.” She pulled her arms away and pressed them high up on the wall, giving him a good look at what she was offering him—which was everything. “I want you to fuck me right here.”

He hiked her up higher until her breasts were right by his mouth. Closing his lips around one hard nipple, he began playing with her in a way that had Blayne panting and her claws digging into his shoulder. She writhed against the wall, but Bo’s big hands had her pinned there, making her crazier. He switched to her other breast and did the same, pulling a choked cry from Blayne. He was doing something to her with his lips that had her confused and turned on so much she could barely think straight. Her body began to shake hard, and she thought he was going to bring her off right then, but he lowered her again and with his grip tight on her with one arm, Bo leaned over and swiped up one of the condoms that had scattered on the floor. He tore the packet open, and she watched him slide the latex over his hard, straining cock, the pre-come leaking from the head. Once he had it on, his hands slid under her ass and he moved back a bit from the wall. He lowered her so her pussy lined up with his cock and he pressed the tip against her.

“Look at me,” he ordered her, and taking her time, she tore her gaze away from his cock and moved it up to his face. “You sure about this, Blayne?” And she saw the tips of his fangs peek out from under his top lip. She hoped they didn’t grow to the full-size versions he had when shifted, because that would be awkward. “There’ll be no going back after this,” he warned her. “So you need to be sure.”

She didn’t know what he was trying to tell her, and she wasn’t in the mood to waste time trying to find out. So she said, “If I wasn’t sure, I’d be fighting you off and screaming for help.” She gripped his shoulders with her fingers and leaned in until she could use the tip of her tongue to lick a line across his chest. “Trust me, Novikov,” she said, feeling her own fangs sliding from her gums. “I’m sure.”

She grinned, shocking herself that she was still able to tease him. “Although I do think it was very polite of you to ask.”

His answering smile was beyond wicked, and he pressed forward, the head of his cock pushing inside her. Blayne’s first thought was, “Huh. That feels bigger than it looked.” Then Bo rammed it in the rest of the way, and Blayne didn’t have any additional thoughts for several long moments. His cock filled her too much. Too much for her to have a cohesive thought. Too much for her to temporarily have any thought. Panting, she gripped him tighter and raised herself up a bit until she couldpress her mouth against his chest.

Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move, she managed to desperately think.

He moved.

And she had no idea how it went from Good God! This is too much! Take it out, take it out! Straight into Oh, God! I’m coming! I’m coming! But she was. She was coming hard and fast, and absolutely nothing could stop her.

Claws dug into his shoulders, and he heard a muffled scream against his chest. He could only pray she was coming because he wasn’t really sure he could stop. He never thought it would feel this good. Sure. He’d imagined it would, but he also imagined he’d like bacon-flavored ice cream because he liked bacon so much. He’d been horribly wrong about the bacon-flavored ice cream. But he hadn’t been wrong about Blayne.

With each thrust inside her, he felt more a part of her, the heat of her branding his cock as hers for as long as she may want it. And he really hoped she wanted it for a very long time.

Too soon Bo lost his fight to hold back, but that couldn’t be helped. Not with Blayne holding on to him so tight and screaming against his skin. He couldn’t hold back. Not another minute, not another second.

When he came, it shot through him like a potent blast of adrenaline, tearing through his veins, into his fingers and toes, and finally out his cock. He wrapped his arms around Blayne and held her against him as each ejaculation ripped through him. By the final one, Bo didn’t think he could move anymore. That he’d ever be able to move again.

Shaking, he went down on his knees and then on his ass, Blayne still held tight against him. Unable to do much of anything else, he kissed her sweat-soaked forehead and listened to her hard breathing.

For a long moment, he worried that maybe it had all been too much for her. That he’d been too much. She always seemed so small to him compared to the full-breeds. But then Blayne Thorpe said something that was very Blayne Thorpe and let him know she was just fine.

“Wowski,” she sighed.

And Bo smiled, knowing that he’d never hear a better compliment.

CHAPTER 21

Bo stared up at the ceiling, his hands smoothing up and down Blayne’s back. “We’re going to have to clean this hallway before my uncle gets home,” he murmured. Although, to be honest, not feeling the need to clean at the moment.

He really should feel bad. He’d kept Blayne in this hallway for about two hours. They kept trying to get to a bed or a couch or something a little softer, but they simply couldn’t manage it.

If Blayne minded, she certainly didn’t show it.

“Later.” She sat up, brushing her hair out of her face. It had dried into a mass of curls that she obviously had no control over without a hot iron. “I’m starving.”