When He Was Bad
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Forget it. Hed never make it to the bed. Not until they got this first one out of the way.
Back pocket, he gasped against her mouth.
What?
Back pocket.
Her arm slipped around his waist and her hand dug into the back pocket of his jeans. She pulled out the strip of condoms hed put there before leaving his apartment. Of course, that had been for Athana, but no reason to ruin the moment with ugly little truths that didnt mean anything anymore.
Little sure of yourself, huh? she asked, holding the condoms in her hand.
Damn right. And he knew shed have him no other way. Youre not on anything, right?
On anything?
Birth control. The Van Holtz men could impregnate a tree stump. So unless youre ready to get knocked up
Apparently she wasnt, because she had that condom on him in seconds. Which was good because Van wasnt certain how much longer he could hold on. The wolf in him wouldnt be satisfied until his mate had been taken, their claiming final. At least by wolf standards. He knew Irene would take more convincing than that. Not only because she was human but because she was a pain in the ass and didnt do anything easily or simply. But no problem. He could concentrate on that once the beast in him had been satisfied.
Van hitched her up higher, pushing her hard against the wall to hold her steady.
This ones gonna be fast, doc, he warned her. But Ill make it up to you.
Do me a favor, Van Holtz. Stop talking. You keep reminding me youre in the room.
His head snapped up from the heady sight of his cock about to enter her to glare into those strange blue eyes. But he quickly realized she was teasing . . . well . . . for Irene it was teasing.
You gonna keep testing me, doc? You gonna keep trying to push me over the edge?
I thought Id already done that. If you were any more out of control, your hair would be on fire.
Speak for yourself, baby. He pushed his cock against her but still didnt enter her. You and I both know that, at the moment, I own this beautiful ass.
Damn him! He was right. Shed give anythingabsolutely anythingto have this man inside her.
Irene had never felt this way before. Shed never wanted anyone the way she wanted one of the most obnoxious men in the world. Hell, shed even consider begging if it meant he would fuck her. And she knew thats what they were about to do. He would fuck her. Not sexual intercourseexcept in the most technical terms. Not making love. Thered be no soft sighs or moans. No entreaties of love or promises of tomorrow. Hed fuck her and thats exactly what she wanted.
Clearly shed taken too many intellectuals to bed. Men who thought they knew what awoman like Irene would want sexually. Everyone had missed the mark.
But it wasnt until Niles Van Holtz shoved himself deep inside her, brutally slamming her back into the wall, that she realized he would give her exactly what shed always wanted. Needed.
He pressed his still-dressed body against hers. Hed torn her shorts and panties off on their way up the stairs. But she still had on her T-shirt and bra. He didnt even try any basic foreplay. He didnt touch her breasts or caress her body. And he didnt need to.
Leaning in, he whispered hoarsely into her ear, I do own this ass, dont I, Irene? Just admit it.
Irene had no doubt other women would scream yes and keep screaming. Unfortunately, Irene had never been like other women. If shed been like other women, she wouldnt have suddenly dug her teeth into his neck and bit down hard. She tasted blood and Van Holtz yelped in pain seconds before he began to viciously pound into her.
For the first time ever, Irene couldnt think. She couldnt reason. Logic and theorems flew out of her head like water from a fallen drinking glass. All she could focus on, think about, was the way Van Holtz fucked her. He wasnt a tender lover and she didnt want him to be. Even though there was definite painher last sexual experience being almost three years before and Van Holtz being unnaturally large, in her estimationthere was even more pleasure. She lost herself in that pleasure. Lost herself to the man who didat the momentown her ass.
He growled and she pulled handfuls of his hair trying to make him move faster, harder. They were beyond words now. Beyond playful or even vicious banter. For once, all Irene could do was feel . . . and she loved it.
The tingling came first. Low in her belly, deep inside her womb. Then it burst out, spreading through her limbs, exploding through her system. Shed never felt anything like it and the small part of her brain still functioning told her she was coming. Hard, based on the way her muscles became rigid and how she completely lost the ability to speak.
Irene held Van tight as he groaned against her neck, his body draining completely as he came like a freight train.
His knees almost buckled and he held them both up by sheer willpower. The woman had nearly killed him.
They clung to each other for several minutes, harsh breaths the only sound in the hallway.
Which . . . Van swallowed, his throat dry and raw. Which room is yours?
That one. One hand finally released the death grip she had on his hair to point out the door with the biohazard emblem painted on it. No kidding? Van thought, wanting to chuckle but unable to. The woman was a lethal toxin. Deadly. No wonder none of the men shed been with had ever done it for her before. They were full-humans. Women like Irene needed more than a normal DNA strain.