...All the guilt Vance had battled on the way over fled when he took Charlotte in his arms. He divested her of the package, dropping it to the floor as he kicked the door shut and devoured her mouth in a hungry kiss.

She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her luscious form around him as though maybe she’d been grappling with the same dilemma. He might have dragged his lips away from hers long enough to ask, but the way she ground her jean-clad pelvis against his left no doubt as to her desires.

With a low growl that belonged solely to the lycan blood he’d inherited from his grandfather, he slid his hands under the hem of her T-shirt and wrapped greedy fingers around her waist. Her bare skin seared him, and her purr of pleasure urged him to take what he wanted.

“I want you,” he muttered, drawing his lips down to the soft skin of her throat. He would have bitten her, marked her. He wanted to devour her, but he’d never let the beast that still lurked in his blood have the upper hand.

“You had me at wolfsbane,” she whispered next to his ear, then nipped his lobe. The pain arrowed through his system like a fire alarm, ramping up every sensation and clouding all coherent thought.

Roughly he spun her around, backed her against the door and shoved her T-shirt up over the hard points of her nipples, which strained against the cool satin of a sexy bra. He parted her legs with his thigh and pressed into her. One hand fumbled with the fly of her jeans, and in a second, he found his way inside. She threw her head back and breathed out a sexy curse. “Fuck, Vance. I need you in me.”

“Take it easy, tiger. You’ll get it.” He slithered past silky panties and cupped her mound, searching for her entrance. She shifted to accommodate him and gasped his name when he thrust a finger inside her. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you. I need you so bad, I’ll tear you apart.”

Her eyelids fluttered as he eased his finger in and out. The slick glide made him so hard he thought he’d burst. His human side wanted to play her, to make her hum with sensation until she begged for him to finish her, but the wolf in him only wanted release. Fast, furious and satisfying, he had to have her beneath him now.

“Come for me,” he whispered the words, every syllable torture, but he owed her more than a quick fuck against the door to satisfy his primal urges. He increased the rhythm of his thrusts and angled to brush at her clit.

She cried out with the contact to her intimate flesh and oh-so-sweetly bit her lower lip.

“That’s it. I can feel you getting tighter for me.”

“Vance—” She put her hands on his shoulders and squeezed her eyes shut. “Harder!”

He obliged, taking pleasure in the tremors he induced within her. Two more deep thrusts had her convulsing around him, and when he flicked a now exposed nipple with his thumb, she exploded. Writhing, her rear bumping the door, Charlotte came, hot, hard and so sexy Vance almost joined her.

He let her tremble for a moment, loving the shallow whisper of her breathing and the color that climbed up through the splash of freckles between her breasts. When her inner contractions faded, he eased out of her gently, the movement just as sensuous and daring as the penetration had been. “Now it’s my turn.”

She shuddered in anticipation.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

Her response was a nod to an open door on the far side of the living room. He scooped her up, ignoring her half-hearted protests, and carried her into Emilie’s room.

She lay limp, eyes at half-mast, still sighing while he stripped. “Did I wear you out already?” he asked, reaching for her open jeans.

“Oh…bliss is exhausting.”