Too many negative emotions were swirling in her, furling together to put her in one hell of a mood. Anger, jealousy, possession, fear. And one tall woman set all that into motion. At the moment, jealousy was seething at the top of the list.

To know that Sandra touched Rome's skin, felt his breath along her body, his hands on her skin, his beautiful cock thrusting inside her. It was enough to have her hands curling into fists. God she wanted to punch her way through the window and make a break for the trees in the distance. Anything to burn off this coiling heat.

It was he who broke the silence. "I'm sorry about that. She and I have been over for weeks, it was never anything serious anyways." She watched his jaw clench from the corner of her eye. He looked like he had more to say but was biting back the words.

Alison had questions burning like hot acid in her mind. She closed her eyes and turned away, counting back from ten over and over. She'd always had this bad habit of asking stupid questions. Questions that lead to answers she almost never liked. She opened her eyes to see they were nearing Kategan territory.

"How long were you with her?" Old habits die hard. Shit.

His shoulders bunched. "Two months." So many emotions she felt from just those two words. But she didn't want to think about that right now, so she pushed it away. Even as she knew she had zero right asking such questions, another came out. It was like pushing a slinky down the stairs, once it started it just kept going.

"What did you like about her?" She wanted to add that she didn’t think it was her charming personality, but then again she apparently had some charm somewhere. Alison was banking it was in the boobs.

He cut a hard glance at her. "I really don't want to talk about her." The hard muscle of his forearm curved and twisted as he squeezed the steering wheel.

Alison bit her tongue to keep from asking any more, or giving anything else away. Afraid she'd already done too much. She made herself shrug and toss him a no problem smile.

Inside she was dying. She was relieved when they pulled into the large compound that was Kategan territory. The sentinel guards at the front gate waved them on at the sight of familiar pack faces.

By the time they pulled in front of Rome's cabin, she was nearly suffocating from the thick silence in the car. When he stopped the car, she bounded out and was practically running back to the guest cabin, keys in hand. She had only a moment to register the hot, male presence behind her before she was pressed forward against the wooden cabin door. Her cheek and front from breast to thigh pressed into the wood.

Anger and pleasure engulfed her. A tingling butterfly sensation danced in her womb, spread throughout her body at the dominate gesture. A hand found the nape of her neck, hips kept her locked tight against the door. He pushed the hair away from her neck and then teeth found her neck and bit down.

She cried out, husky and soft. Her hips pushed back against his hardness.

His arm pressed bold, possessive caresses down her spine, over her hips. It made her breath catch. Hot lips and then the wet press of tongue circled then bit her at the juncture between her neck and shoulder. He released only after she growled in pleasure.

"There will be no more talk of Sandra. She's gone from my life, she means nothing to me." Her ran long fingers through her hair at the nape of her head, grabbed the strands gently, and coaxed her head further to the side, showing his dominance.

Alison loved everything he did until he mentioned her name. She moved to jerk away from him, but he held her tight, her breasts pushed hard into the door.

"I know you’re mad, but I don't know how else to explain it except that there is no other in my mind. Except you, Alison. Only you," he whispered, then turned her, pulling her up on her toes to take her in a mind-consuming kiss. Alison stood no chance against the assault. Her knees weakened as his tongue plundered her mouth. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Hot, wet, eager kisses. Two lovers desperate to taste each other.

Alison pulled her mouth away from his to draw in air. "Rome." Her voice was soft and husky, pure aroused woman.

The sound seemed to snap something inside him because a second later they were inside the cabin with her back pressed back up against the door.

"Touch me," he said. His eyes were tortured and bright as they looked down her. Alison licked her lips slowly feeling like she was drugged.

Moving sluggishly, she went first for his pants. The baggy khakis did nothing to hide the powerful thighs and tented cock that lie beneath. She nimbly pushed the button through the whole and pushed down the zipper. The sound like a loud hiss. She gave a shove and watched those pants slide down to reveal his long, thick cock, the tip red with arousal.

She licked her lips and before she realized what she was doing, was dropping to her knees in front of him and licking the swollen head.

"Alison!" he groaned, his hands coming to her hair. Would he push her away or take, she wondered as she opened her mouth and took the head of him into her wet mouth.

She moaned over the male taste of him. He was hot like a fever and hard like metal. She twirled her tongue around the tip before pressing forward. She didn't make it far down. He was too big, her mouth too small.

She pulled her mouth away and caught the heavy, bobbing flesh in a fist. She looked at the hard length of him, and then studied the full sac below. It was flushed and drawn up to his body. She had a strange urge to cup them in her hand, feel them.

She looked up instead. Rome was breathing hard, a trickle of sweat dripping down his temple. He eyes were open but colored hot with arousal and need. She decided right then that she definitely loved that look. She flicked out her tongue and traced up the hot path of his cock from balls to tip, watching his expression.

When his eyes hooded, going soft and looking lost, she did the motion again. And again. She licked him everywhere, wetting his cock until it shined from her mouth in the evening light. His hand tightened in her hair like he didn't know whether to push her away her hold her still.

She had a feeling he wasn’t going to let her keep playing for long, so she wrapped her lips around him and bobbed down his wet shaft. She repeated the pumping motion three more times, as a deep answering throb from deep within her sex released a gush of heat like a mini-orgasm. She moaned over his cock as she felt her cream rush into her panties.

She knew he could smell her arousal. He knew how much she loved this, how wet it was making, because a moment later he shouted, "Jesus Christ!"

He pulled out of her mouth and lifted her, his hands tearing at her slacks until they slid roughly down her smooth legs. A second later, he had her legs around his thighs, his cock nudging her slick entrance, and her ass in his hands. He kissed her hard at the same moment he found her slit and thrust inside. She cried out into his mouth, his tongue muting the sound.

Each thrust sent her back digging into the wall. But she didn’t notice. She had the distinct feeling that he was trying to mark her permanently. What for, she didn’t know.

She ate at his lips, her nails raking his back through the T-shirt he wore. Heat spiraled inside her with amazing centrifugal force. Pleasure tightened inside her coiling with each hot, thick slide. He tore his mouth away, breathing heavy and buried his face in her neck as he pumped his hips faster, harder. His thrusts were brutal, possessive. He licked the spot where he'd marked her outside then sucked hard on the skin.