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My balls were drum tight, my heart racing.

“Might I suggest a truce?” I asked in passing. I moved away, giving her space, watching her intently as she rubbed her hand aimlessly across her clothes.

“Fine. Whatever,” she snapped then closed her eyes, her hand fluttering to her lips. She took a step back, her demeanor visibly changing. “Damn it. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t take my shitty day out on a stranger. At least allow me to purchase you a new coffee. Please. For my caustic mouth if nothing more.” She finally took two steps away, biting her lower lip. I couldn’t help but notice she allowed her gaze to slide up and down the length of me. This time with desire on her mind.

“Not necessary and apology accepted. I really should get to work. Maybe I should cut back on the caffeine anyway.” She had no idea the vile and evil things I wanted to do to her.

Her eyes drifted to the badge located on my belt, a slight sigh pushing past her lips. As if she could trust me. As if I wasn’t going to hurt her in any way. “I really would feel better if—”

“You were punished for your infraction, the nasty mouth you have, the very one getting you into trouble at every turn?” The words seemed to come out of nowhere, a ridiculous question that had no bearing on the conversation. But I could tell I was right. I wanted nothing more than to drag her over my lap, giving her a hard spanking. My mouth watered at the thought, my cock pinched to the point of sheer anguish.

“Um… Yes. I do have a… rebellious streak.” Laughing bitterly, she lifted her gaze, finally holding out her hand. “I’m Kathleen and again, I’m very sorry. Perhaps one day I’ll be able to make it up to you…” At least she wanted my name.

“Maximillian.”

As I took her hand, every primal thought that I’d been born with swept into my mind, images of ravaging her body almost debilitating. The scent of her feminine wiles was intoxicating, adding fuel to the fire. My throat was tight, my gums aching as my canines longed to be released. All I could think about was stripping Kathleen of her clothes and sucking on her tight little nipples before impaling her with every inch of my cock.

“Maximillian,” she repeated, the way she said my name drawing me into a delicious web of her own. I dragged my tongue across my teeth, the adrenaline flow nearly cutting off my air supply. She pulled her hand away, pressing her fingers against her lips for a second time and for a few precious seconds, I could read her mind, her longing almost as intense as my own.

“Perhaps you will, Kathleen. Until then, be careful of strangers vying for your affection. You never know the kind of monster lurking in the shadows.”

The memory was far too appealing. The aching increased, ripping away at my insides. I was losing control. My father had been right. I’d been unable to sleep or eat, barely functioning at my job during the day. Today had been the worst. At minimum I needed a taste of her to calm the raging beast. There was no turning back.

I will taste you, sweet Kathleen, feasting on your beautiful body. I will revel in your beauty, providing sheer ecstasy, but only as long as you obey my every command.

I’d gathered another scent on her, one that troubled me almost as much as the draw of her feminine wiles. Death covered her like a warm blanket. I’d know the stench anywhere, the canine blood that also coursed through mine. My thoughts shifted to something Logan had said earlier. Murders attributed to animals.

There was evil in the air, a darkness that I hadn’t experienced in years, but my desire for the woman was all I could concentrate one.

Tonight was the night.

Tonight, I would take her.

Tonight, she would become mine.

And there was nothing any human could do about it.

CHAPTER3

Kathleen

You will succumb to me in every manner.

You are mine. I will taste you, sweet Kathleen…

The words had remained in my mind for the entire day as if he’d actually said them to me, the hunk of a man who’d almost trampled me. Maximillian. Even his name had a sexy and dangerous appeal.

Goosebumps popped along every inch of skin, electrifying all my blood cells. He’d figured out I was a bad little girl within a few seconds of the interaction. Wait a minute. What the hell was I thinking? The arrogance of the man, the sheer self-indulgence was blasphemous. Why the hell did he think I wanted a spanking? And why was my mouth dry, filthy thoughts racing through my mind?

This was ridiculous. I took a sip of my drink, savoring the liquid sliding down my throat.

Until a stranglehold seemed to wrap around my throat like long fingers squeezing. Suffocating me. Hungering for me.

He was here, the complete stranger who’d tingled every one of my senses. I could feel him, the pulse ticking rapidly in my throat, and my pussy aching as it had never done before. Even my nipples were rock hard, scraping against the lace of my bra. I found it difficult to breathe or concentrate on anything around me.

Other than him.

The mysterious, shadowed man I’d fantasized about for several nights. Only then, the man’s face had been hidden.

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