Only In My Dreams (14 page)

She smiled, used to his teasing and so relaxed she couldn’t do anything but tease back. “Yes. I defrauded people of their millions and retired to a snowy cabin. Mexico is so passé.”

“You’re smart. You know no one will ever find you here.” He shifted her hair aside, left down at his request, pressing butterfly kisses against her neck.

“Alex,” she said, only half-protesting. “I have chores to do.”

“So pretend I’m a chore.” He massaged her belly. In an instant, her baseline of relaxed arousal flared into full-blown, gimme-gimme-want-it-bad lust. “I’m kind of getting a bit of a complex, babe.”

She hated being called a babe.
Got that, vagina? It’s not a turn-on.
“About what?”

“You’ve been in the driver’s seat when it comes to sex with us. I just want it clear, it’s not always going to be like that.”

“You make it sound like I dress up in black leather and carry a whip.” At his silence, she twisted around.

“Um, does that turn you on?”

“Of course not.”

“Ooooh, yes it does,” she teased, and nuzzled his neck. “That sounds like a fun fantasy. Maybe we can try that one out?”

He tilted his head farther back in silent acquiescence. Genevieve nibbled her way up to his jaw line, loving the way he smelled like her homemade soap and tasted so earthy, like a man. Mostly loving his shortened breath when he spoke.

“You in leather sounds awesome. You kind of have that Xena thing going on. Have you ever had a lesbian experience?”

Genevieve shook her head. Sometimes following his train of thought took some doing. “What?”

“You know, everyone thinks Xena and Gabrielle got it on. Not that I’m into girl on girl.” He paused.

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“Much. Not obsessively at least.”

“I have not had a girl-on-girl experience.”

She kissed him and managed to shut him up for a second. When she came up for air, though, he spoke.

“Would you want…?”

“I don’t know how this went from me being a dominatrix to a lesbian fetish.”

“It’s not a fetish. I don’t mind you being the bad dominatrix who I get to punish.” He waggled his eyebrows.

“I think that defeats the whole purpose of me being a dominatrix.”

“Well, I’m not into being tied down or anything.”

Genevieve nibbled his earlobe between her teeth. “Now you’re just giving me ideas.”

She jumped with surprise when large hands closed on her hips, easily picking her up to turn her around.

Within seconds, she found herself straddling his lap. “Don’t strain your shoulder.”

He made a dismissive noise. “I’m fine. If you only knew some of my ideas, sweetheart, you’d run screaming.”

“Oh, yeah? Big, bad man. You forget how long I’ve had to fantasize.”

“So, what do you want? Tell me.”

She shouldn’t have teased him. By the hard glint in his eyes, she was about to see the full force of his dominant personality. She couldn’t wait.

Wanted: One wild man. Domesticated males need not apply.

Dance on the Wilde Side

© 2009 Beverly Rae

Cannon Pack, Book 2

Veterinarian Tala Wilde has always had a fascination for wolves—and a secret longing for a wild man.

Her fantasies are so powerful she finds herself howling at the moon and dancing in its light.

Still, when she catches just such a man breaking into her clinic to free the canines, she wonders if finding the man of her dreams is a little too much reality for comfort. Is he half animal…or just half crazy? Should
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she howl along with him? Or howl for help?

Devlin Cannon never wanted a mate—until he answers Tala’s innocent call. Even when he wakes up trapped in one of her dog runs with a rump full of buckshot, he knows the shapely vet is destined to be his. Trouble is, not only is she not a shifter, she doesn’t even know they exist. Luckily, the sexual sparks they strike together soon lure her into his arms—and entice her inner animal out to play.

But before he can claim her for his own, they’ll have to survive the hunters already hot on his trail, who are ready to skin them both alive…

Warning: Definitely not for the tame at heart. Do you like your sex missionary style and
predictable? Then don’t read this book. However, if you like hot sex with bites and licks all over,
release the animal within yourself and read on.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Dance on the Wilde Side: He struggled to keep the animal inside from showing in his eyes, on his face. But oh, how the animal wanted his mate. “Don’t worry. I’m going to make you scream, Tala.” He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “I want you to scream my name.”

A raw rumble rolled in his throat and he moved to lie on top of her again, to rub against her and luxuriate in the feel of her. The heat in her expression drove him wild and he thrust his hands into her long hair, securing her head in place. His tongue attacked her mouth, wanting to possess all her tastes, all her essence. As he rubbed, she whimpered, a whimper of need and urgency, pushing him to the edge of reason. “Are you ready to scream, Tala?”

Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded, her panted breaths making her breasts bounce to their rhythm.

“We’ll see who screams first.”

Ah, a challenge. And just the type of challenge I love.
Grabbing her hands, he pulled her arms above her head and held them with one hand. She paused, motionless, as a flicker of alarm crossed her face.

He ignored the hurt her look gave him. “Tala. You know you can trust me. Still, if you want me to stop…”
Don’t make me stop.

“Yeah, I know. But can you trust me?” An answering determination sparkled in her eyes and she bucked, trying to break free of his hold. The harder she fought, the tighter he held her, the brighter the shine in her eyes became.

An amused delight pumped his blood faster. “So you want to play rough, huh?”

She gritted her teeth and bucked, trying to throw him from her, a grin spreading over her beautiful face.

At the sight of her sweating and fighting against him, the power of the animal within him rose, threatening his tenuous hold. Fangs grew and he battled to keep from shifting. “Damn, woman, you’re strong.”

“Not sure you can handle me? Come on, Devlin. Show me what you’ve got.”

He renewed his hold on her and, using his other hand, guided his shaft between her folds, just far enough to torment her. “Do you want me, Tala?”

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She giggled. “Do you want me, Devlin?”

They laughed together this time and he knew he’d met his match in more than one way. His lips came down on hers and he tasted the muskiness of his pre-come. His abdomen tightened with the taste and the smell, and the wolf inside roared his need. Holding himself, he moved his cock against her clit, working it around her, over her.

She tensed, the passion showing on her face.

“Scream for me, Tala.”

“No.” She panted the word, adding evidence to what he already knew. The corners of her mouth tipped upward, beckoning him to kiss them. “Make—”
pant
, “—me.”

He dragged his tongue over those taunting lips, nibbling and sucking. He rubbed his dick against her, harder, enjoying the wetness spreading between her legs and onto him. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Pushing her legs farther apart with his own, he moved onto his knees and braced against her. Her face lit up with anticipation. God, how he loved her expressions. He lifted her legs, positioned his dick and slammed into her. She grunted from the impact and wrapped her legs around him.

“Oh, damn, Devlin. Fuck me.” Wild eyes met his, demanding more from him.

He found her nipple and sucked, matching his sucks to the pounding he gave her, his hips lunging faster with each thrust. She arched to meet him, urging him to take her, possess her. Her pussy enclosed him, wrapping her hot wetness around him, tightening every time he drove into her, releasing when he slid back out.

She’s so tight. So wet.She feels so good, so hot, so…mine.
He closed his eyes, fighting against the inevitable, trying to make the sweet ecstasy last.

At least until he won the challenge. “Scream my name, Tala. Scream it so everyone will hear you.”

She squirmed, trying to break free of his hand holding hers. Soft mews of lust murmured from her, thrilling him more than he could have imagined.

“Scream my name.”

Just as he was sure he couldn’t hold on much longer, he heard her whisper. “Devlin.”

He opened his eyes and almost lost his grip on what little control he had left. The look of desire, want, need…of love…in her eyes stirred him to the core. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. “Louder.

Don’t just say my name. Shout it like you mean it.”

She panted, gasping with each lunge as they rocked together on the bed. “Devlin.” She said it louder, with meaning.

“More.” He let go of her arms and parted her folds to pinch her clit. She jerked, another orgasm racking her body. “Scream.”

Throwing her head back, she flattened her hands on his chest. “Devlin!”

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He rammed into her stronger than ever before and she cried out at the force of his thrust. They scooted to the headboard, bumping her head against the wood. But she didn’t complain.

He bent over her and took a breast in his hand, still inside her, never wanting to leave her. “God, that’s a beautiful sound. Do it again, Tala.”

“Devlin!” She screamed his name louder, longer, digging her nails into his back, fixing his body to hers.

“Devlin!”

The exhilaration flowing through him found its way to his heart and he couldn’t resist any longer. His physical control was no match for the emotions bursting inside him. At last he climaxed with a howl ripping from his throat. Fighting the animal within him no longer, he lowered his head, opened his jaws and sank his fangs into her shoulder.

“Ow! Shit!”

The strength she’d shown earlier was nothing in comparison to the strength she now used to toss him off her. Scrambling from the bed, she stumbled backwards until she struck the dresser. She sank to the floor and leaned her throbbing shoulder against the solid oak. “Ow! Damn it all to hell and back. You bit me!”

Devlin rose up on one elbow, blinked at her as if trying to focus, and swung off the bed. “Tala, let me explain.” His amber eyes slowly gained more brown.

Tala gripped her shoulder, blood oozing onto her hand. “Are you nuts? What do you think you are?

Some kind of animal? You bit me!” She grabbed an old T-shirt from the dresser and stuck it on top of the wound.

“You said that twice already.”

She scowled at him, his remark stoking the volcano threatening to erupt from within her.
If he thinks I’m
angry now…

He winced. “I know. I’m sorry. I should’ve prepared—”

“Get away from me.” She attempted to calm the mix of pain, shock and—God help her—lust trying to overwhelm her brain, but couldn’t. “Why the hell did you bite me?”
Does it really matter?
She gave it a moment’s thought.
Yeah, the why does matter.

“I didn’t mean to. I just got carried away in the moment.” Pushing his hair away from his remorseful face, he beseeched her. “Tala, please, listen to me.”

He inched nearer until she stuck out a hand to stop him. “Please listen? What next? ‘Please let me go for the jugular this time?’ Would you like me to lie still while you finish the job?” Keeping her eyes glued on him, she grasped the furniture and hauled herself to her feet.
I can’t believe it. This guy bit me!
Gritting at the pain, she snatched up her robe in the process, and headed for the bathroom.

Devlin started to follow her. “Oh, no you don’t. You stay where you are. Or get the hell out. But don’t you dare follow me.” She thrust her finger at him in a threatening jab and stalked into the bathroom,
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slamming the door behind her.

Tala fell against the door and tried to catch both her breath and her sanity.
What the hell just
happened? One minute I’m getting laid and laid good. Okay, laid great. And in the next, I’ve got
teeth in me. Had their rough play gotten out of hand?
She crossed over to the sink to stare into the small oval mirror above the basin and frowned at her white complexion.
Sure, I’ve had rough sex before
and even a little biting, but this is wild. Too wild.
With two fingers, she gently removed the robe and blood-reddened shirt to examine the injured area. Two major holes flanked a row of smaller indentations with similar marks in another semi-circle below.
Looks like an animal bit me.

Reaching for a washcloth, she wet the soft cotton under the faucet and gingerly dabbed at the gashes.

The sting shot down her shoulder and into her arm.
I will not cry. I will not cry.

“Tala? Are you all right? Do you need my help?”

Is he kidding?
“Never mind. I’ll take care of myself.”

Tala continued cleaning the area until the bleeding finally slowed down. She fumbled through her medicine cabinet, located the rubbing alcohol and poured some onto the cloth. Inhaling a long one, she held her breath and placed the alcohol-soaked material on her shoulder. A quick yelp escaped her before she could stop it.

“Tala, please. Let me help you.”

She ignored Devlin’s knock on the door as well as his words. Tears came to her eyes, and she stuffed the bathrobe’s collar into her mouth to stifle her cry. Gripping her robe with all her strength, she waited for the pain to lessen.

“Tala, are you all right? Answer me or I’m going to break down the door.”

Oh no, he didn’t!
She’d thought she was angry before. But the fury boiling over in her now put her previous ire to shame.
How dare he threaten me! First, he tears up my car, then he bites me like
some caveman—or more like a sabertooth tiger—and now he has the nerve to threaten to break
down my door?