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  Laney watched as Heath took another long drink from his bottle. This night was not turning out how she imagined it. For a start, she was sitting in his living room watching him drink from a bottle, which had suddenly become one of the most erotic things she had ever seen. The butterflies in her stomach were flapping up a storm.

  Heath put his drink down before reaching over and catching her hand. “On your knees.” He said the words casually as if he had asked her to pass the TV remote.

  Part of Laney wanted to argue. Who did he think he was, telling her to get on her knees? The other part of her, the part that dreamed of Heath naked more nights than she cared to remember, told the other part of her to shut the hell up and get on her knees.

  Slowly she slipped off the couch. His hardwood floors were cold against her skin, sending a shiver up her spine. Gently Heath pulled her until she knelt in front of him. Sliding forward, he sat on the edge of his seat with his jeans-clad legs on either side of her, effectively trapping her without touching her.

  With a knuckle, he tilted her chin, allowing better access to her mouth. He’s going to kiss me. Laney’s whole body vibrated waiting for the touch of his lips on hers, but he didn’t kiss her. He didn’t do anything, only sat there looking at her.

  Just when she thought she couldn’t take the staring anymore, he spoke. “My lifestyle isn’t about chaining you with ropes or ties, although that can be all kinds of fun. It’s more about you having a trust in me that allows you to give over all control—complete and utter control—to me. That’s why before we go any further I think you should have a safe word.”

  “Why would I need that?” Laney asked. She trusted Heath. She wouldn’t have shown up tonight if she didn’t have complete faith in him.

  “Laney, it’s my job to know your boundaries both soft and hard. Soft boundaries mean I will push you to them and further if I think you can take it, but hard boundaries won’t be touched. Those are things I know you cannot and will not do. With a safe word you have the power to stop me completely if you really want to.”

  “I trust you, Heath. You have to know that,” Laney assured him. She wanted so badly to kiss him, but a simple finger under her chin kept her still.

  “Pick a word, Laney.”

  “Cheese grater,” she said with a shrug. Heath chuckled and tapped her nose.

  “Yep, definitely still Laney under that dress.” Slowly he let the finger that had been holding her chin up slide down the column of her throat, lower still until he reached the top edge of her dress. “Shall we see what else is under it?” He stroked his finger under the collar and along the upper swell of her breast.

  Laney's breath caught in her throat and her panties got wet. Dropping her shoulders back she pushed her chest forward, giving him unspoken permission to do as he wanted.

  Heath ran a finger down the front of her dress and over the hard peak. The greedy nipple stood up, begging for more attention. Laney could feel her pulse quicken and her body started to burn for his touch. Dear Lord, the man had barely touched her and she was almost ready to come.

  Running a hand around the back of her neck, Heath pulled her close and kissed her. Laney was shocked. She thought he would ravage her mouth, but this kiss was so soft and gentle she didn’t know what to expect. He was definitely keeping her off-kilter.

  *

  Heath knew she had expected him to take her hard and fast. He had every intention of doing just that later when she was used to him. This first time he wanted to take his time, learn her body, learn her boundaries and, most importantly, find out if she would scream his name when she came.

  “Unzip your dress,” he said against her mouth. Laney did so without argument. That small move pleased him more than it should have.

  As the dress loosened he pushed her to her feet so he could slip it off her chest. Braless, nice. He kissed a path down her throat to the crest of one breast and he took the nipple into his mouth. Laney groaned as he sucked gently at the taut bud. Reaching up, she took hold of the back of his head, trying to pull him closer still.

  Heath pulled away and looked up at her.

  “Lesson number two.” He gave a half-smile at the lust-filled frown she sent him as he caught her hands. “No touching unless I say, and right now I want your hands right here.” He tucked her hands behind her, folding them at the base of her spine. The move brought him close to her breast again. He ran a slow lick over her nipple, dragging another moan from Laney. God, he loved the sounds she made.

  “I am a generous man. I understand this is your first lesson with me so I will give you three chances, Laney. Three chances to stay still, no moving, no touching until I say. But if I have to put your hands back a third time I will punish you, and trust me, sweetheart, I am not necessarily a spanking type of guy but I have a fantastic imagination.” He spoke whilst he ran soft butterfly kisses down her body to the top of her panties. “Do you understand?” Heath looked up at her when he nipped the skin just below her belly button. He watched as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she looked back at him. “Do you?” he prompted. Touching her like this, this close to the core of her heat was driving him insane.

  “Yes,” she told him on a rushed breath.

  That was all he needed. In a quick move, he stripped her of the dress and her underwear. Sliding back on the couch, he pulled her with him until she was straddling his lap. Heath pulled her forward until he raised her up on her knees, giving him perfect access.

  “Remember, Laney-girl, no moving,” he said a second before he buried he face between her legs.

  “Sweet Mother!” Laney hissed when he licked her. Heath blew gently across her already wet clit, forcing another shiver down her spine. Taking hold of her hips, he pulled her closer, giving him even greater access. He was like a man starved as he ate her. Every one of her moans and gasps drove him on.

  More! More!

  His wolf panted, trying to wrestle control from him. Heath wanted Laney more than he could ever remember wanting any other woman, but he knew if he let his wolf take over this wouldn’t be a temporary thing, as he knew it had to be. His wolf would mark her as his and Heath knew—even if his beast didn’t—that Laney wasn’t strong enough to handle all that his mate would have to.

  The feel of her hands on the back of his head had Heath reluctantly coming away from her.

  “No, please!” Laney moaned as she looked down at him.

  Heath leaned back and looked at her. “That’s two, sweetheart.” He was breathing hard. It had been harder to pull away than he thought. He had never had a problem keeping control before, but this full human was pushing his buttons and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

  He reached forward and put her hands behind her back again. “Stay still.” He brushed a kiss over her belly, which dragged a whimper from her.

  “Okay, please, just don’t stop; I was so close.” Laney almost pleaded.

  “Close? Do you really think I’m going to let you come yet?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “What?” Laney’s lust-filled brain clearly had problems processing what he was saying. He liked that he affected her so.

  “You don’t get to come until I let you and, trust me, Laney, if you keep breaking the rules I may not let you come at all tonight.” When he spoke he stroked a single finger down her body before dipping it inside her pussy. He watched as her eyes closed on a silent groan. He couldn’t help the wolfish smile he gave her when she opened her eyes again.

  Chapter Two

  “Keep your eyes on me, Laney, don’t close them and don’t look away,” Heath instructed as he licked a small circle around her belly button. He waited until she gave him a small nod. “Good girl.”

  He kissed his way down her stomach again and breathed in the essences of Laney. “God I can’t get enough of you,” he told her as she watched him with wide eyes. With a slow lick of his tongue he stared deep into her eyes. She bit her bottom lip and gave a low groan as he licked his way into her we
t pussy.

  Heath pulled back slightly as her eyes started to flutter closed. “Ah ah, keep ’em open, sweetheart. I don’t want you to miss a second of this,” he chided. Heath gave her naked ass a gentle stroke as she fought to keep her eyes open.

  His jeans were becoming unbearably tight. This was new for him. He was used to having full control of his body at all times, yet this little bit of woman was pushing his limits.

  Casually he leaned back on the couch. With a half-smile, he pulled his T-shirt loose from his jeans. Dragging it over his head, he then dropped it to the floor. Laney’s eyes widened again as her gaze moved down his chest. Heath wasn’t a vain man, but the look she gave him had his ego soaring.

  “Sit here,” he instructed as he moved her to the seat beside him. Quickly he moved their beer bottles off his coffee table, tossing magazines and papers onto the floor. He stood and faced her. Slowly he pulled off his jeans and boxers. “You sure you want this, Laney?” he asked when he stood naked. He had to give her this last chance to leave, to back out, even if the thought nearly stole his breath.

  “Oh yes.” She practically purred.

  Heath smiled down at her. Oh this was going to be fun.

  “Good, come here.”

  Laney stood and stepped close to him so their naked bodies touched from chest to hip.

  “I want you, Heath,” she told him honestly.

  “Alpha,” Heath stated simply.

  “What?” Laney looked confused again.

  He figured the other men in her life would have taken her hard after her softly spoken little confession. The idea that anyone had touched her before caused his wolf to growl low, and Heath had to agree.

  He was a Dominant; he didn’t bend to anyone’s will and he wasn’t about to start with this fiercely sexy woman no matter how hard she tried to turn the tables on him.

  “Lesson number three: when you are with me you call me Alpha.”

  “You don’t want to be called Master or Sir? I thought all Doms wanted that?” Laney asked as she oh so softly ground her crotch against him. Oh Lord he was going to enjoy mastering this woman.

  “A Dom doesn’t explain himself to his sub, but as you are learning, I will this time. No matter how human I look I am a wolf at heart and an Alpha male. ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ is simply not as strong to me and never will be.”

  Laney nodded. He could see her mind whirling as she digested the information he had given her, yet during all that time she hadn’t stopped grinding herself against him.

  Reaching up, he tapped her nose, bringing her focus back to him. “That’s three.” He saw her look down at their bodies. “You know what that means?” He shrugged, trying to show a casualness he didn’t completely feel.

  “It was an accident!” Laney tried to backtrack.

  “Too late, sweetheart. Rules are rules and now you will be punished.” His tone suggested the decision had been taken out of his hands but they both knew he was in control here.

  “What are you going to do?” Laney’s voice resonated with both concern and lust.

  Heath reached over his head and stretched out his long, hard body. He saw Laney flick a hungry glance down at his full cock. As he brought his arms back down he watched her swallow hard. He knew his eyes were now the yellow of his wolf; his smile flashed white fangs at her, and on his hands his claws had started to peek out.

  “You had a question, my beta?” He allowed his voice to become more of a wolf’s growl. Laney’s breath hitched and he could see her pulse pick up as it beat in her throat.

  “No, Alpha,” she finally said.

  “Good girl.” He nodded approvingly. “You remember your word?” he asked one final time.

  “Yes, Alpha.”

  “What is it?”

  “Cheese grater.”

  Heath gave her a toothy smile before he took hold of the back of her head and around her waist and lifted her quickly. He startled a squeal out of her before placing her gently along the length of the coffee table. Heath took hold of her hands and curled them over the edge by her head.

  “You have been a naughty beta and now you must be punished. You will endure. You will not move, touch me, or make a sound no matter what. Do you understand?” Heath waited for her nod before he gave her a quick wink. “Good girl.” Heath leaned down to kiss her, running his tongue along her lips’ closed fullness.

  “Open for me,” he instructed. Laney opened her mouth, allowing him complete access to explore. Heath kneeled on the edge of the coffee table between her legs, keeping his body off hers with his arms braced on either side of her. The only place he touched her was her mouth, and he could see how crazy it was driving her.

  He left her mouth with a final kiss before moving down her body. “I knew under those overalls you were hiding this body.” He latched onto one pert nipple. Laney’s body tensed as she tried to follow his instruction and not move. Heath allowed his fangs to gently scrape over the tip. He hid a grin at Laney’s barely contained groan.

  “Yep, sure did. I knew what you were hiding. What other men couldn’t see, I saw.” He kissed and licked his way over her breasts, watching goose bumps cover her heated skin.

  Taking his weight on his knee, Heath reached up and ran his claws from her collarbone, down her chest, and across her stomach oh so softly. Heath gave a half-smile as a shudder travelled down her spine, causing her to bite her lip to stop from moaning out loud.

  Heath moved lower still. He spared her face a quick glance, bottom lip caught between her teeth, eyes closed, panting. Oh yeah, she was most definitely enjoying this and him. He moved to the juncture between her thighs. Without warning her, without hesitation, he leaned in and ate her pussy. Taking her clit between his lips he sucked, and with that one move Laney bowed off the table. Heath leaned over her once more, looking down into her face.

  “I told you not to move, my beta,” he said, his own breath coming hard.

  “I–" Laney stopped speaking; he could see her desire in her eyes, and knew that it reflected his own.

  “You will endure.” This time Heath reached over her head to a small drawer in the coffee table. He rummaged inside and pulled out a silver packet. Holding the condom packet so she could see it, Heath watched the relief on her face. “Is this what you wanted, my beta? Do you want me in you, riding you hard?”

  Laney nodded and licked her lips.

  “But you are being punished, and you moved again when I told you not to. Do you think you deserve a reward?”

  Laney looked at him with panic clear in her eyes that he wouldn’t finish what he had started.

  “This is your first lesson so I’ll be lenient, but don’t think I’m weak. This is the only time I will let you get away with ignoring my instructions. Are we clear?”

  Laney nodded again.

  “My beta.” Heath smiled before he slid off the coffee table and sheathed his cock.

  Heath kissed his way back up until he reached her lips. “Oh sweetheart, I could never have dreamed of this,” he said before casually running a finger over her crotch, calling his claws back. With one finger he pushed inside and watched her eyes close and a groan almost slip out. She was wet, so very wet for him. Heath sent a silent prayer to the heavens above. Yes, she was really in the moment with him.

  He leaned between her legs and with a slow, measured thrust he stroked his cock into her, each move stretching her wider and pulling him closer and closer. When he was finally fully buried in her, Heath leaned down and kissed her. “Hold on, my beta, this is going to be fun.” With that he pulled back and thrust into her. He could see her trying to endure, trying to stop her moans and movement but she couldn’t handle it. Within seconds she wrapped her legs around his waist and was moaning out loud.

  “Oh please don’t stop, please, oh God it feels so good,” she begged.

  Heath moved faster. She was tight, so tight, but it felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Increasing
the pace, he pushed her closer and then over the edge. With a scream she tumbled into her orgasm. “Heath, oh yes!” Tremors rocked her body. He plunged into her again and again, following her over into their own personal nirvana.

  He was panting hard when he collapsed onto her, enjoying Laney wrapping her arms around his waist.

  “You know that’s not enduring,” he breathed into her ear.

  “Guess I need another lesson,” Laney replied.

  Heath chuffed out a laugh. If he didn’t know better, he would think she was his perfect match.

  But he did know. She couldn’t be the one; she was not strong enough, not for what he needed. Not to stand with him against the threat Christophe posed.

  * * * *

  Laney stretched her aching muscles as she sat at her father’s desk. Lord, that boy had seriously given her a workout this weekend. She’d thought that as soon as morning came Heath would take her home. She had been wrong. He barely let her out of bed for the last two days. Not that she was complaining, but it sure made sitting here doing the monthly accounts more uncomfortable than it usually was.

  She had been so sure he would be happy with one night. A man like Heath didn’t stay with one woman for very long. In the past she watched as the women he dated barely lasted a week. Laney figured she’d been lucky he wanted her to stay the whole weekend, let alone for the night. After all, it wasn’t as if she was his type. She knew exactly what he needed. A little wolf girl who needed him to protect her and look after her, not someone like Laney who could fix cars and wore overalls more often than dresses, someone who was more “friend” material than girlfriend or wife.

  The door to the office was shoved open, drawing her out of her melancholy thoughts. Her eldest brother, Duke, stood there. Her father was a huge John Wayne fan, as proven by her twin brothers John and Wayne. Laney smiled up at Duke but was greeted by a dark frown.

  “What is this I keep hearing about you being in the Debden bar on Friday looking like some sort of streetwalker?” Duke seethed.