She looked away as he stood, tall, naked, and proud like the Alpha he was. “I’m going to grab my clothes and pack from outside and clean up. I’ll be right back.” He watched her, trying to read her response, even as proof of his pleasure slid down his chest.

“I won’t lock you out. Promise.” Her lips twitched with a smile, but her eyes locked on to his semen-covered chest. She wetted her lips.

Abruptly Vane grabbed her and pulled her off the floor. Staring into her eyes with a passion and purpose that made her heart flutter wildly he said, “That couldn’t keep me out.”

And then he kissed her hard. His tongue roamed free in the wet cavern of her mouth, and she didn’t hesitate to rub her much smaller tongue back.

He pulled away and left.

Sarina pulled back on her clothes. So this was what moving too fast felt like. She grinned. It felt great. She would just have to make sure her father didn’t find out. If I just don’t have sex, Vane can help me to bear the cycle like never before. No more constant wanting, horrible pain, and tears from being too weak to pleasure herself anymore. Vane was here and he could help.

When her stomach growled, she went to the kitchen to prepare some food. She remembered her first breeding cycle. One moment she’d been fine, just edgier than normal, and the next her body craved sex with such intensity she was forced to tears. Only her toys eased her during that week. It was miserable. She barely made it, too weak to even rub herself to orgasm. She hated every minute of it. After a while it stopped being pleasurable. She’d lived through that for three cycles, but not this year.

Things were different now. She didn’t know if he wanted her only for the hormones she was pumping out, or something else, but she hoped it was more or could be more. She chopped a piece of strawberry hard enough to make the knife stick in the cutting board. He moved things in her she’d never felt before, and her curiosity wanted to see how far things could go between them. Maybe he would be the one to break her from her father’s grasp.

Yeah, right. Stupid, Sarina. There is no future with him. Father would kill him first.

Still, a part of her hoped.

Vane returned with a pack slung over his shoulder, his chest clean, and jeans on with the zipper open. He looked good enough to eat. His feet were bare and the sight of him practically naked made her breasts grow heavy and her nipples hard.

The slow smile he gave her was sexy and all too knowing.

Vane returned to find Sarina slicing some fruit. She crooked a finger at him with a sexy smile, and he came to her without hesitation, his pack landing on the floor with a thunk.

He leaned over her and pressed a soft kiss to her neck. A moment later, his teeth sank into her neck. He bit just hard enough to mark her, and her heart raced. He broke away and looked at her with an expression that dared her to question his bite.

He looked down at the fruit. “Hungry? Here, let me help you. I’ll feed you,” he said, pulling out a chair and sitting in it. He “helped her” by pulling her to sit across his lap. Sarina stifled a moan at the feel of his cock prodding her ass. The man had insatiable stamina.

He pulled the tray of fruit over and picked up a piece of sliced strawberry. Bringing the juicy slice to her lips, Vane traced her lips with the sweet morsel before pushing it in. Watching the red fruit disappear, his eyes darkened with a look so fiercely possessive, she shivered. She chewed slowly; his eyes traced the movement of her throat working.

When he picked up a slice of banana, she unconsciously moved closer to him, her hands grabbing his shoulders. The hard muscles under her hands tightened at her touch. She closed her eyes in pleasure. So strong, so utterly male.

Vane counted to ten to keep from taking her. With each delicate chew, with each soft lick off his fingertips, and each gentle push of his finger into her hot mouth his cock pulsed and throbbed like a fever. How did she make him feel like he was always on the verge of an orgasm?

He ached to have his cock replace his finger. He wanted to laugh at the thought that he was jealous of his own finger, but he couldn’t bring himself to as Sarina’s eyes closed in pleasure. He wanted to feed her by hand like this always. Wanted to capture and kill meat just to pull it apart and offer it to her tempting pink lips. He fed her more and could only watch, transfixed, as her scent grew thicker and her body softer with each bite. So fucking sexy….

As the last piece of fruit slipped past her soft lips, Vane barely managed to let her finish chewing before he was on her.

His mouth devoured hers. Tongues dueled, his aching to taste the fruit from her, hers aching to taste more of his potent masculinity. He lifted his mouth from hers only to capture it again, sliding deeper, faster into her.

One strong hand grasped her breast through the silky scrap of cloth that barely covered her. She gasped at the familiar way in which he touched her, like he’d been doing it forever. He pinched her nipple gently as he changed the angle of his kiss. She moaned and kissed him back harder, pushing her achy breast into the hand.

He groaned at her passion, tried to tell himself to take it easy, go slow, and let her be in charge. He could hurt her so easily, could be inside her so quickly. But with each wet caress of her little tongue on his, his shields shattered piece by piece.

His hand left her breast to caress the smooth expanse of her back and hips. So soft and lean, so fucking perfect. A curvaceous masterpiece that he yearned to worship.

Her mouth broke away from his to rain hot, wet kisses over his neck. With each press of her lips, each teasing lick, and hot, shallow breath, his shields cracked like dominos falling. He would take her, be inside her in a heartbeat, if he wasn’t careful.

Sarina touched him everywhere. She ran her hands over his arms and delighted in the bulges and curves of hard muscle. Her cycle was spinning fast inside her.

Soft hands traced over his back, down the slopes of muscle and broad shoulders and around to his hard chest and firm nipples. The crisp dark hairs of his chest tickled her palms. She wanted to rub her naked breasts over that hard wall just to see how it feels.

“Vane,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. Her cycle was back full force. Her pussy tightened and wetted itself for what it needed. Her scent went from delectable to absolutely luscious.

And then the last domino fell. No longer could he hold his beast at bay. It roared to the edge like a caged lion.

With a dark curse, Vane lifted Sarina onto the table and tore the satin from her body. It stood no chance against his strength and wilted from her body. She gasped and spread her dangling legs open for him, baring her wet core.

Vane’s jaw slackened at the sight. When she sat up to reach for the fly of his jeans, he pushed her hands away and ordered her to lay back. If she touched him right now, he’d take her and break his vow.

Shivers racked her body. He looked dark and dangerous standing above her. Like a god of war and sex. It was as if his control had been holding on by a piece of twine supporting an anvil. It snapped fast and hard.

He grabbed a whole strawberry from the container on the table. She watched with wide, needy eyes as he traced the cold tip of the fruit over her nipple. Her nipple puckered at the cold touch. It drew drugging pulses of pleasure from deep inside her. But it wasn’t what she needed.

“Please,” she begged huskily. Her hips undulated in a sexy rhythm, beckoning him for something he promised not to give her. Vane’s jaw tightened, knew she couldn’t resist asking for what her body wanted, but that didn’t make it any easier. Sign me up for Sainthood, he thought.