She expected him to roar with pain, to release her instantly as her teeth ripped through black fabric and pierced flesh.
Instead, he went perfectly still.
His warm blood flowed into her mouth. Something that felt like electricity shot through her, and she forgot about everything except the heat of his hard body against hers, the press of his cock between her legs. She released him and gasped, the back of her head bumping the wall as she licked his taste from her lips. Oddly, hot tears formed in her eyes.
“Oh, lass,” he groaned. “You shouldna have done that.”
He released her hands and raked his fingers into her tangled hair, pulling it off her face. His own russet queue had come loose, and his eyes burned into hers. His face hardened with an emotion she had never seen before. On anyone.
“William,” she gasped. “What’s happening?” Of their own volition, her hands gathered handfuls of what was left of his shirt, began slowly tearing it the rest of the way off his body.
He made no move to stop her.
He buried his face in her neck, and she felt his lips moving erotically just under her ear.
“You have Chosen, lass.”
He pushed away from her and took one step away, letting the shreds of his shirt fall to the floor.
The tears that had been gathering spilled over. William was giving her her freedom.
A sob exploded from her chest, bringing with them words from a place inside her so long buried, she’d forgotten it was there. “You should have come for me sooner.”
And he was on her, flattening her against the wall again as he ducked his head and took the tips of her aching breasts into his mouth, one, then the other.
She extended her claws and made quick work of his pants. Her breath coming desperate in her chest, she worked herself upward and wrapped her legs around his waist.
He dug his fingers into her ass and in one long thrust, he plunged into her to the hilt. She screamed, reaching up to wrap her fingers around an iron gaslight fixture over her head. She hung on, tilting her hips as he worked his cock in and out. Each thrust accompanied by a growl she felt vibrating all through her core.
Her clit found a sweet spot and she rode it higher and higher, her belly tightening with anticipation of the explosion she could feel running her down.
But just as she felt the first ripples begin, he abruptly pulled out of her, spun her around and bent her at the waist.
“Damn you!” she moaned.
“Brace your hands on the wall.” His voice was raspy with need.
He guided her hips to tilt back, and she bit her lip, willingly parting her legs.
“William,” she pleaded on a near-soundless whisper, her body shaking for the completion she knew in her very blood only he could give.
And he gave it. His sweat-sheened skin pressed against the back of her legs. He curved his body over her back as she felt him position his cock against her opening.
“Now it’s my turn to Choose.” She felt the timbre of his voice rumble from his chest to her spine.
“Y—” Her acceptance dissolved into a cry as he thrust into her at the same instant he swept her hair aside and bit down on the back of her neck. Not breaking the skin, just holding her still as he flexed his body to drive deep inside her.
He filled her, stretched her, broke her. Incoherent sounds emerged from her clenched teeth as she tilted her hips to take him deeper. But when he reached around to touch her clit, she found her voice.
His name became her chant, cried out over and over as her pleasure took her to a place of joy she’d never before known.