His claws ripped paint and plaster from the walls.

***

Five more seconds. She would give him five more seconds. If he made her wait any longer, she would drag his sorry ass over here by that huge two-by-four he called a cock.

Angie had never wanted to fuck so badly before. She knew he worried about hurting her, blah, blah, blah. But hell, she took on the girl’s lacrosse team that time. Their fault, though. They should have never tripped Sara. Lucky for them, Miki and Sara could pull her back. Otherwise, she would have shoved that lacrosse stick right up the team captain’s pasty ass.

Man, he really needed to move that tight ass of his. She was so wet, she was dripping on his nice hard wood floor.

When Angie didn’t think she could handle one more second and moved to stand up, Nik’s body knelt behind hers. His hand in her hair, snatching her head back. He kissed her and she knew she felt those fangs against her tongue. But she didn’t care. She wanted him too badly. And she wanted him just like this.

He pulled away, “Are you sure?” His grip on her hair tightened and she moaned in response, the edge of pain taking her right where she needed to be. “Because once I start, Sugar, I may not be able to stop.”

She looked up into gold eyes glinting at her in the darkness. Cat eyes. “Let’s put it this way, Hillbilly, you make me wait one more goddamn second and I’m gonna rip your cock off.”

Nik growled, that long low growl he made when she first sat on his dresser wearing nothing but a sheet and talking to Zach. That sound had turned her on then and now it made her absolutely insane.

He pushed her forward against the bed, one hand grabbing a firm hold of her wrists while his legs forced her knees apart. Teeth bit into the back of her neck, holding her in place.

Oh, yeah!

His free hand slid to her pussy, two fingers pushing inside, stretching her open. She clenched those fingers tight and he growled again.

“Damn, girl.”

His hips slammed into her, his cock forcing its way in. Angie almost screamed “ ‘bout motherfuckin’ time!” But her ability to speak—gone. Snatched away by her lust and the hillbilly’s huge cock.

He pushed his cock in deeper, stretching her impossibly wider until his entire length slid inside her pussy. No preamble. No flowery words. No bullshit whatsoever. Instead, he pinned her to the bed with his body and gripped her wrists tighter, restraining her from doing anything but receiving whatever he gave her. And what he gave her was fucking. No making love. No sex. This… this was fucking. Hard, rough, and exactly what Angie needed. God, maybe what she’d always needed.

His cock pumped inside her as Angie opened her legs more to allow all of Nik in. She writhed desperately under him while she tried to pull her arms out of his grasp. He wouldn’t release her and she almost came from thatalone.

His other free hand roughly grabbed her breasts, squeezing each one tight and tugging at her nipples.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” she moaned.

Well that slipped out, but it kicked Nik’s lust up a notch. His cock slammed into her mercilessly as big fingers slid down to her dripping sex and rubbed her clit hard. The pressure brutal. And shit but did it feel amazing.

She always knew she liked it kind of rough, but she had no idea she liked it this rough. Actually, she didn’t like it…she fucking loved it!

“Fuck me harder, Nik. God, please.”

Her body shook with impending orgasm as Nik’s fingers stroked her clit. He continued to pound into her and she felt his cock practically double in size as he neared release. She clenched her pussy around him and he growled in her ear.

“Tricky bitch.”

“Fuckin’ cat.” Her orgasm tore through her, ripping her apart, sending her screaming from one rush through another.

He strung out her ride, changing the strokes of his fingers and his cock, until she thought she might black out. She finally clenched him one more time. Hard. He roared a curse, then came and kept coming, jerking inside her until done.

They collapsed against the bed, harsh breaths mingling, sweat dripping onto the floor.

***

Fangs receded. His eyes shifted back to normal. By coming, he’d put the tiger back in its cage and he realized he had Angelina Santiago, Prada-wearing princess, panting underneath him.

Hot.

Damn.

Never before did he have a fuck like that. And even as he pulled out of her, his cock desperately demanded to get back in.

“Don’t. Move.”

Angie shrugged in response, her body still resting against the foot of the bed. Nik went to the bathroom, removed the condom, tied it off, and tossed it into the trash. He turned the water on in the sink, cupping his hand under the stream and drinking as much as he could manage. His throat burned from his harsh breathing and it took all his strength to control his raging emotions.

Filling up one of the clean glasses on the sink with cold tap water, Nik returned to the bedroom. He stopped behind her, staring at her long body kneeling on the floor. Her head resting against the edge of the bed. Her hands clutching the bedspread. She sighed again. That little sound she insisted on making, for some unknown reason, drove him absolutely insane.

Good God. I am like my father.

With a grunt of annoyance and lust, he held out the glass of water to her. “Here.” She glanced back at him and, with a soft smile, took it.

She drained the water quickly and handed the glass back to him.

“Thanks, Hillbilly.”

He closed his eyes. She just kept pushing, didn’t she? It’s like she couldn’t help herself.