God, he really was a bastard. “You could never bore me, and yes, I definitely want you. I’ll always want you.”

“Prove it,” she dared, lying back.

“Oh no. Not right now. You’re wasted, and you need to sleep it off.” Not that he wasn’t absolutely desperate to have her.

“No, I don’t. I need you inside me.” She needed to know he still wanted her. Needed to feel secure in his desire for her again. But he shook his head as he neatly positioned her shoes on the shoe rack. Freak.

“I’ll prove it to you in the morning.”

It was sweet that he really thought she was so easily put off.

In a swift, fluid movement that Dante hadn’t seen coming, Jaime bolted upright, dropped to her knees in front of him, and unbuttoned his fly. “Whoa, baby, no.”

“No? Huh. Your body’s saying yes.” She licked the head of his hard, ready-to-go c**k and blew on it.

Dante shuddered and bit back a groan. She hadn’t sucked him off yet, and he knew why: dominant females only did o**l s*x on their own terms. This, unfortunately, didn’t count. “No, Jaime, you’re drunk.”

“Objection, I’m tipsy.” She gave his c**k a long lick from base to tip and smiled when it twitched against her lips.

He couldn’t let her do this, he couldn’t. It would be taking advantage of her while she was in this state. But, God, it would feel incredible, wouldn’t it? Those lips would feel amazing around his—

Tapping into his infamous self-control, he backed away. “Not tonight.” The little witch followed him. He backed up again. She followed him again, this time reaching out and grabbing his cock—not so tight it hurt, but tight enough that it made him hesitate in trying to back away from her again.

“Stay, Popeye.”

He ground his teeth as she began working her soft hand up and down his length with a firm, sure grip. Forcing himself to ignore the pleasure and attempt to reason with her, he placed his hand over hers to still her movements. “Not tonight, not while you’re wasted.” As if he hadn’t spoken, she let her tongue flick out to circle the head of his cock. “Fuck.”

“Well we could f**k, but you don’t want to. So I’m thinking I’ll just give you a blow job instead.”

His eyes drifted shut as she licked him again, and he was so tempted to let the pleasure sweep him under. No. He drew in a deep breath to help clear his head, but instead was assaulted by the sweet scent of her arousal. That really didn’t help. Then she licked the slit, sweeping up the precome there. “Son of a bitch, Jaime, stop.” She didn’t. She took the head into her mouth and sucked hard, wrenching another loud groan from him. The heat of her mouth was unbelievable, but he couldn’t let her do this. He yanked on her hair, tugging her head back. “I said stop.” She looked up to see his lips set into a hard line and a burning resolve in his eyes—both of which told her not to disobey him. Snort. He should know her better than that by now. “I want to taste you.”

He groaned. What guy wouldn’t want to hear those words? And hearing them in that carnal voice while she was on her knees in front of him…It was his fantasy come to life, and he wanted it so badly. “If you still want to do it in the morning, I’m definitely game. But not right now. If I let you do it, you’ll be pissed with me when the alcohol’s out of your system.” He felt her go lax as her grip on him loosened, and she nodded. “Good girl.”

He released her hair and was about slip his hand under her arm to pull her to her feet when she surprised him by shooting forward and clamping those plush lips around his c**k again. “Shit!

Jaime…Jaime, I’m not a saint.” She sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed as her head bopped up and down on him. “Jaime…” The witch sucked harder while at the same time massaging his balls with one hand. He shuddered when the head hit the back of her throat as she sucked him deeper. Worse, she grazed him lightly with her teeth just before he felt her throat contracting around him. Fuck it. He slid one hand to the back of her head and tangled it in her hair. “Harder. Oh yeah, baby, that’s it. God, that feels so good.”

Jaime smiled triumphantly around his cock. She had him. She’d splintered his self-control, which meant that he still wanted her as badly as he had before. Rewardingly, she danced her tongue along his shaft, enjoying bringing him this pleasure that she knew he’d wanted for a while.

“That’s it.” Keeping his grip on the back of her head, he fed her more of him. “Suck me deep, Jaime. Take as much of me as you can.”

She could tell by the sound of his voice that he wasn’t expecting her to take all that much of him. But there was something he didn’t know about her, and it made her smile inwardly.

As Dante watched her swallow his entire length—something that no one had ever done before

—he almost came right then. No gag reflex. “Shit, baby.” He drank in the sight she made, knowing it was burned into his memory. “You look so damn gorgeous down there with my c**k in your mouth.” Her eyes briefly darted up to his. “Are you mine, Jaime?”

It wasn’t a question, Jaime knew. Flicking a look at his face again, she saw the warning in his eyes to give him the answer he wanted. Knowing he would lose all control if she didn’t even slightly object, she simply nodded. He growled his approval, wrapped her hair around both his fists, and began f**king her mouth.

“Suck harder, Jaime. Make me come.” The combination of her obedience and the feeling of her claws dragging down his thighs pushed him over the edge. Growling her name, he came hard in her mouth, brushing the back of his hand down the column of her throat to ensure she swallowed it all.

For him, it was another way to mark her as his. He might not be able to claim her as his mate, but he could sure as hell mark her in as many ways as he could.

He was ready to return the favor when she suddenly flung herself on the bed in a starfish position, and he’d swear she was asleep before her head even hit the pillow. Crazy bitch.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Mom screaming. Black wolf. Blood. Growls. Black wolf. Dad shifting. Teeth. More wolves. Claws.

Mom screaming. Black wolf. Dad roaring. Claws. Black wolf. Blood. Teeth. More wolves. Dad roaring. Blood. Blood. Blood.

“Jaime, wake up, baby.”

Black wolf. Blood. Growls. Mom screaming. Black wolf. Teeth. Claws. Blood.

“Wake up.”