And along with her sense of power came a sense of responsibility. She wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt him. The primal need to protect her mate roared to life. Its ferocity shocked her into stillness.

He started to push himself up, but she took a deep breath and moved on to her ultimate goal.

He was fully aroused. She circled his sacs with the tip of her tongue over and over until he shuddered and reached down to bury his fingers in her hair. Then he forced her head a little higher. Hey, she could take a hint.

Starting at the base of his shaft, she climbed him with her tongue, circling and flicking and tasting. It was amazing how her tongue was attached to every sexual switch in her body, because one at a time they were all flipping on.

He massaged her scalp with fingers that shook. “Any minute now I’m going to explode and launch us right onto the playing field.” He groaned as she finally reached the head. “The umps can give us an inside-the-park home run because we definitely scored.”

While he was busy thinking up baseball metaphors, she was doing more exciting things. She gently nipped the head of his shaft before sliding her mouth over it. Tightening her lips to imitate muscles a lot lower, she took more and more of him in. And when he writhed and made noises of male pleasure, she withdrew while still keeping up the pressure against his flesh.

Up and down, up and down, she mimicked the motions of sex. Her breathing and heartbeats picked up the rhythm while she clenched her thighs to keep her own enjoyment from getting out of hand.

“Enough.”

She could feel his guttural command vibrating through his body, sensed his control slipping further and further toward that inevitable moment. Well, she had nowhere else to slip, because her control had reached bottom first and was waving up at him.

He gazed at her from eyes that had turned completely black, and his fangs were on full display. When he saw her staring at them he turned his head away. “They’re not part of this.”

And before she could comment, he lifted her as though she were no heavier than, well, an ice-cream cone, and planted her on his shaft.

This was no playful knocking at her door and running off to hide. This was a kicking down the door and storming inside to announce, “I’m home, babe.”

He filled her. Completely. But just to make sure, she wiggled and jiggled and bounced until he shouted, “Be still, woman.”

Wow, his speech patterns changed with his emotions. This must be his “I’m this close to orgasm. Make another move and it’s all over.”