When her hands dug into his ass and her teeth bit down into his shoulder, he buried himself inside her, pumping into her, the sounds of her moans and growls filling his senses, making him love her more and more. And when his canines clamped onto the side of her breast, her pussy clamped his cock into a vise-like grip as the first orgasm hit her.

He could have come then. Could have let her go, but he wasn’t about to. He wasn’t nearly done with her.

***

Sara knew she had to be causing him some serious pain. He was bleeding from several spots on his neck, and under her fingernails she had flesh that had once belonged to his back. But every time her canines extended and tasted flesh and blood, he slammed into her harder. She was turning him on. And everything about him was making her wetter. Every time he said her name in her ear or against her flesh, she clenched, taking him deeper into her.

When she came, she thought he’d come too and then they’d lay around and do that “afterglow” thing that Angelina was always talking about. But he didn’t come. Instead he kept going. Kept slamming into her with the same level of ferociousness she’d come to expect—hell, demand of him. But when his hand slide across the old wound on her thigh, Sara gasped, her entire body clenching.

Zach stopped. “God, did I hurt you?”

“No.” She shook her head and stared at him. She couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t give him that much power. That’s the kind of thing that could make a girl like her into some guy’s love slave. But he read her like a book. He glanced down at her leg, his hand hovering just above it. With the lightest of touches, he ran his finger across the damaged flesh. And Sara grabbed his hand as her body jerked in response. She couldn’t explain it, but her old wound had somehow become a giant G-spot on her leg. Those fucking cats had somehow given him the keys to the kingdom, namely her, and now Zach knew it. She wasn’t comforted by the evil grin he gave her.

And when he pinned her hands above her head with one hand, she knew she was in serious trouble. Using his free hand, he slowly moved across her thigh; moved along the ridges left by those who had tried to kill her as well as the paw marks he had just made a couple of days before. Sara’s body arched in response as her pussy was flooded.

Zach watched her face. She couldn’t hide the pleasure he was giving her as her thighs clamped around his waist. The sensation was almost too much. She tried to pull her arms out of his iron grip, though she wasn’t sure if she’d knock him off her or simply rip more flesh from his back.

He began to fuck her again, while his hand continued to move across her skin. She was trapped while he basically forced unbearable pleasure onto her. She’d kill him if it hadn’t been the best fuck of her life. It didn’t take long for her to come again. And she was grateful for the control he had over her hands. She came so hard she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t haveripped all the flesh from his body. Instead she buried her teeth just under his chin and bit down. She felt his body jerk in response and then he was coming, right behind her, slamming his cock into her, his hand gripping the flesh of her thigh.

They both screamed out as the last spasm shook them. After a few moments or years… whatever… Zach leaned back and looked at her. “I’m so going to have fun with that,” he taunted as his hand tapped the tender flesh of her thigh.

Sara rolled her eyes. “Prick.”

***

At least now, it all sort of made sense. Zach had given her the quick Morrighan family synopsis, promising more when they weren’t still covered in each others DNA and panting from exertion. At least he’d filled her in after they’d fucked in practically every room of the house. He told her about whom and what she was. He explained about how her aggression was normal since she had never shifted. And that helped her understand her grandmother. She still didn’t like her, but at the very least, she now understood her. She even understood herself, and why she’d always felt like a freak. Because she was a freak. But she found herself liking that. This was a freakiness should could get used to.

Of course now she had to apologize to Miki. She had been damn near close to right. And there was no way she’d ever let Sara live that shit down.

Sara settled back against the headboard of her bed, and gently ran her fingers through Zach’s hair. He gave a low growl as his hands slowly moved up and down her legs. He was laying in between her naked thighs, his dark head resting against her chest. And she felt as if he was always meant to be there. Lying comfortably between her legs. She wanted his place to be there forever. But, she knew, eventually he would leave and she’d be on her own again, no matter what Angelina said. She’d be on her own just like always. She held no false hope that what they had was anything more than great sex. She couldn’t afford to hope for anything more. She couldn’t handle the disappointment.

“Do you ride?” He asked her.

She smiled as her fingers lightly slid around his ear, “Not since I hit the barn.”

Zach’s hands paused on her flesh, “You hit a barn?”

“I had to avoid the cow.”

Zach burst out laughing and Sara couldn’t help but smile wider. She liked making him laugh. She got the feeling a lot of people didn’t.

“Okay. Okay. I guess you’ll just have to ride with me. No bike for you.”

Sara frowned in the darkness. What the hell was he talking about?

His hand began to move again against her flesh. Slowly, seductively, as if he just enjoyed touching her. God, how she would miss that. “Do me a favor, and just don’t bring a ton of shit with you. It’s a long enough trip without having to worry about a bunch of bags.”