Yet he had a distinct feeling Sissy was the one female who could actually keep up with him. But he didn’t want her spending the whole time trying to figure out how to control him. She could control those dogs who sniffed around her, but he wasn’t some dog.

Mitch stood and motioned to her with his hand. “Get up.”

Smiling, she slowly rose to her feet. She felt confident again, in control because he was hard again and she knew without a doubt he wanted her. He could see it on her face, in the way she moved.

“What?” she asked softly, now at her full six feet.

Using only the tips of his fingers, he stroked her face, her cheeks. Sissy’s eyes started to close, but she shook her head and went to step back. To move away from him.

Mitch slid one hand behind her neck, holding her in place with a loose grip while he moved in closer, until he could feel her skin against his. Like the predators they were, Mitch and Sissy stared at each other, trying to figure out who was stronger, more powerful.

Then they both smiled because at the moment, none of that mattered.

He kissed her hard, his one hand remaining on the back of her neck, the other sliding around her waist and down until he could grip her ass. He really does have a thing about my ass. He pulled her in tight, and Sissy could feel his hard cock digging into her belly, and she couldn’t wait anymore.

Sissy wrapped her arms around Mitch’s neck and brought her legs up and around his waist. Deliciously big hands gripped her ass, squeezing and releasing, while his mouth plundered hers.

Mitch, who always seemed so removed from everything—a true nomad lion without a Pride—made her feel like he was right there with her. She couldn’t believe what an aphrodisiac it was.

For both of them, apparently.

Sitting on the couch, Sissy still in his arms, Mitch kept a tight hold on her with one hand while blindly searching the couch for a condom. Sissy stroked his shoulders, his back. Their kiss a neverending thing until Mitch turned, pushed her to the couch, and crouched in front of her. He gripped her hips, lifting them up and pulling her to the edge of the couch. Sissy braced her hands, palms flat, against the couch cushion behind her. She watched Mitch don a condom before he placed his cock against her wet slit.

But then he didn’t move. Drenched, horny, and anxious, Sissy had run out of patience hours ago. Determined, she grabbed Mitch by the hair and yanked hard.

The smile he gave her was deadly while he pulled her down and shoved forward, his cock pounding into her with one awesome thrust.

Head falling back, Sissy let out a gasp of pure pleasure. Even better was the way Mitch held still for a good minute, his cock throbbing inside her. He was large, filling her completely and then a little more. There was pain…and she loved it.

“Look at me.”

Sissy raised herhead at the order. His fangs were out, his eyes like a big cat’s. Then she realized her fangs were out, too, her eyes probably shifted to wolf. Even more, she’d unleashed her claws, and she was currently ripping into her momma’s favorite couch.

She didn’t care. She’d buy the bitch a new couch. Later. Much later.

One side of Mitch’s mouth lifted, and Sissy marveled at the enormous size of Mitch’s fangs. True, she’d seen his fangs before but never when they were both naked and fucking. She should be freaked out. She wasn’t. She was so turned on she could barely think straight.

“Fuck me,” she ordered, unable to stand another second of this. “Fuck. Me.”

Her voice had dropped several octaves. Mitch answered by placing his knees on the couch and sitting up straight. He drew his hips back, dragging his cock from her, and with his eyes on her face, slammed back home.

Sissy snarled again, the complete unleashing of the She-wolf in her an absolute joy while Mitch fucked her hard. He didn’t hold back; she didn’t want him to. Their eyes stayed locked as Sissy destroyed her mother’s couch and Mitch held on to her like his very life depended on it.

When her entire body began to shake, Sissy began to worry. Her orgasms had always been straightforward and simple. It hit, she’d gasp a few times, squirm, let out a sigh, and smile. She was happy, the guy was happy, and all was right with the world.

But this…this was turning into something out of control and dangerous. Her body was on fire, sweat poured from her, her moans had turned into short staccato screams, and she couldn’t stop the goddamn shaking. And the whole time, Mitch just kept watching her.

That’s what did it, too. The look on his face, the hunger in his eyes. He slammed into her one too many times, and Sissy flew over that edge, her entire body locking up as she…as she…

The scream he tore from her wasn’t remotely human, and she was thankful no one lived too close to the house because the sheriff would have been called, and wouldn’t that have been embarrassing.

Mitch answered her scream with a roar of his own. He roared, he shook and came. When he was done, he muttered curses before he fell on top of her, shoving her down onto the couch.

Their sweat-drenched bodies stayed locked until their heavy breathing relaxed and their heart rates returned to normal.

Eventually, Mitch levered himself off her and slid down to the floor, his back against the couch. Uncomfortable on the now torn-up cushion, Sissy sat down next to him.

For several long minutes, they said nothing. Instead, Sissy stared across the room, and Mitch took off his condom and wiped off using the tissues in the box on the side table, disposing of it all in the trash next to the couch.