Saving the Beast(27)

“Naked,” he commanded as he reluctantly lifted his head. “Now.”





Chapter Six





Diane could only stare up at Zane, lost once more in his glowing yellow eyes. She’d felt him penetrate her skin with his teeth and should have cried out in pain. Instead, she’d found herself gasping with fierce longing as she’d exploded in an orgasm that hadn’t brought relief. She wanted him, and his bite only made the need stronger. She was hot and wet with it, her nipples aching for his touch.

“Now!” Zane ordered again but there was no way she could comply.

Her fingers refused to move from his skin, even to undress herself.

He pierced her with the intensity of his gaze. One long finger skimmed down her cheek, and she shuddered as desire rippled through her womb. He went back on his knees and pulled her up with him. He pushed at her jacket, shoving it down her arms then off. His breath panted between his lips, which were curled back from his teeth.

He ripped her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Then his hands were on her flesh, smoothing over her shoulders before sliding lower to caress the bare skin of her stomach. Her breath caught and her breasts swelled, pushing against the lace cups of her bra.

“Clothes.” He grunted the word out. “Did you bring more for yourself?”

She nodded. “Yes, for both of us.”

“Good,” he said. He held out one finger, the tip bearing the lethal claw of his panther. He sliced through the front material of her bra, splitting the cups apart. Using both hands, he shoved the fabric aside to expose her pale flesh to his gaze.

His sharp intake of breath had her glancing down, trying to see herself as he did. Full breasts crowned with dark-pink nipples that strained toward him in tight points. She wanted to feel his mouth there, to have him suck and nip them.

“Zane!” She cried his name as he held himself still above her, just staring at her naked breasts.

His gaze held such conflict when he met hers. “I’m going to take you, Diane. Tell me you want me. Tell me you want this.”

She’d wanted romance—muted lights, silk sheets and whispered words of love. Instead, she was going to get hard, hot need in a tent in the middle of the woods.

“I want this,” she answered, and she wasn’t lying. Soft words weren’t required after all. Not now. Now was the time for a claiming that would assure her Zane was hers.

Finally, she could move. She dropped her hands to the button and zipper on her jeans and unfastened them, forcing the material wide. She lifted her hips and shimmied them and her panties over her hips to her thighs. Zane gave her a shove backwards and took over. He jerked her clothes the rest of the way until they caught on her boots.

“I don’t have spare boots,” she blurted, afraid he might use his claws to shred them instead of taking them off.

With a growl, he untied them and pulled them from her feet along with her socks. Then he tugged her jeans and panties down her legs and off. He inhaled deeply and a soft rumble began in his chest. He licked his lips as he stared at her.

“I’m going to taste you,” he vowed and shifted until his broad shoulders rested between her sprawled thighs. One hand landed across her stomach, pinning her in place. She felt the other slide through her wet folds and rim her opening.

“Ahhh!” she cried out as he thrust his finger deep, penetrating her and making her need burn higher.

“So wet,” he crooned. “So hot. You’ll burn me alive.”

He dropped his head and trailed his tongue along the same path his fingers had taken. He flicked his tongue in and out of her folds, meshing with his finger where it fucked her then skirting back up and over her swollen clitoris.

“Mhmm,” he groaned and that was all the warning she got before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked greedily at it.

“Oh, God!” she panted, reaching down to fist her hands in his hair. She pulled up her knees, widening her thighs and pressing her pussy closer to his mouth. Never had anything felt like this. “Zane!”

“I’m going to make you come on my fingers and suck every drop of it up,” he promised, lifting his head and licking his lips. Then he bent down and set about doing just that.

Diane was swept up in Zane’s touch. His tongue and fingers worked her lust into a fiery inferno that had her feeling as if she was going to implode with the force tightening her womb. She tried to hold back, but he gave her no quarter. His worked his tongue over her clit, tapping it then sucking it then rubbing it again. One finger became two, and he crooked them inside so they rubbed her walls and hit a spot deep inside her that had her clenching her teeth and thrashing her head.