She was sweet and intoxicating, her scent designed by nature to call to her mate with irresistible intensity.
“Give it to me,” Dakota breathed against his mouth, her hands moving lower, more demanding, less coherent.
“I want it!” The words were barely speech anymore, more growl than language, her wolf bleeding through with increasing dominance as the claiming bond demanded completion in the most primal way possible.
Kade’s hands moved to the zipper of her dress, drawing it down with deliberate slowness that contrasted sharply with her frantic energy.
His fingers traced the newly exposed skin of her back as the zipper descended, then he carefully lifted the dress up and over her head before tossing the expensive fabric aside without ceremony.
The streetlights filtering through tinted windows provided just enough illumination to see her properly.
Black lace, bra, and panties that contrasted beautifully against her skin, suggesting she’d dressed with care for her sister’s engagement party, never imagining the night would end like this.
Kade’s tongue found the mark he’d left on her neck, tracing the wound with slow, deliberate attention that made Dakota gasp and arch against him.
The sensation sent electricity racing through her nervous system, the bond responding to his touch with overwhelming intensity.
Her body moved of its own accord, hips grinding against the prominent hardness straining beneath his trousers, seeking friction and relief from the need building inside her.
She could feel him through the fabric, substantial and ready and exactly what her body was screaming for.
Her hands fumbled with his belt buckle, desperate to remove the barriers between them.
Kade assisted without comment, shedding his trousers with efficient movements.
Suddenly he was bare beneath her, nothing separating them except the delicate lace she still wore.
His hands found the clasp of her bra, removing it with practiced ease before helping her slide the panties down and off.
Then his hands returned to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing across sensitive peaks in a way that made her breath hitch and her body arch seeking more.
“There you have it,” Kade said, his voice rough with barely restrained hunger.
“You can claim it.” Without hesitation, Dakota reached between them to grasp him.
Her hand wrapped around the thickness that made her breath hitch.
He was substantial, long and thick in ways that registered immediately as different from what she’d known before.
The comparison was involuntary and unwelcome but undeniable.
Ethan had been adequate, normal.
But Kade was something else entirely.
Bigger in ways that made her simultaneously nervous and desperately eager, her wolf responding to the physical evidence of his dominance with instinctive approval.
She positioned him at her entrance, the head pressing against her as she began to sink down.
She’d barely taken the first inch when realization hit, this was going to be intense.
She was small, and he was huge, and her body would have to stretch and adjust in ways it never had before.
Hesitation flickered across her features, uncertainty breaking through the feral confidence she’d been displaying moments before.
Kade saw the hesitation, understood its source, and his hands tightened on her waist.
Without warning, he pulled her down sharply, sheathing himself completely in one smooth, inexorable motion that gave her no time to tense or resist.
“Aaaahh!” The scream tore from Dakota’s throat, her body jolting at the sudden fullness, at the stretch and overwhelming sensation of being completely, utterly filled.
Her legs spread wider instinctively, trying to accommodate him, trying to adjust to the reality of him inside her.
“What?” Kade’s voice carried dark amusement, his golden eyes watching her shocked expression with obvious pleasure.
“You want to run away from it?” He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into her, where they were joined.
Before Dakota could formulate any response, before her mind could catch up to what her body was experiencing, his mouth found hers again.
The kiss was consuming and deliberate, designed to stop her thinking, to override any protests with pure sensation.
His lips moved against hers with skilled confidence while his hands gripped her hips with bruising strength.
And while his mouth worked magic that scattered her thoughts, his hands began to move her.
He lifted her slowly, the drag of him against her inner walls sending sparks through her nervous system, then pulled her back down with force that made her gasp into his mouth.
Again.
And again.