Another low growl rumbled in his chest. Then, his hands were everywhere. Caressing up and down my thighs, over my hips, along the swell of my breasts.

I moaned as a deep aching need curled in my belly. My thighs drifted open, begging him to join with me.

The hunter sank between my legs, his hips gyrating against my core.

“Yes,” I whispered.

I was too far gone to think, to care, to pull back. It was me and him. The hunter and his prey. The wolf and his mate.

His tongue plunged into my mouth, tasting and dipping, licking and teasing. I bit at it, nipping gently, and the heat from him burst to life until his magic swirled around us, caressing and teasing me.

I gasped at the feel of his magic touching mine, then tentatively relaxed the hold on my power. My forbidden magic surged forward, grazing my skin, then connecting with his.

A throaty moan worked from his throat. It was like last night when we’d been training, except now we were touching and biting, tasting and writhing. Gods, it was incredibly erotic.

“Tala,” he panted. “I want you.”

My power blazed unabashedly, his magic answering in turn, and the crackling aura that surrounded us grew until it was sizzling in the air, pulsing along with our tangled bodies.

“Kiss me.” I wrenched him back to my mouth, eagerly seeking his taste and touch.

He groaned, sinking more into me, and I felt his insistence, his need to dominate, to claim, to make me his.

He tore his mouth from mine, kissing my neck and devouring my taste. He paused at that spot above my collarbone, the place a wolf inflicted his mark. He licked that sensitive skin as a possessive growl rumbled in his chest.

My body bowed, my fingers turning into talons in his hair. He shifted down again, my shirt riding up, then he tore my panties off and my naked body lay before him.

Molten gold shone from his eyes when his gaze feasted on me. “So beautiful.”

And then he descended, his mouth pure pleasure and torment as he claimed each tit, rolling my breasts’ taut peaks between his tongue, making desire pool in my belly so strongly that my folds slickened and dripped in need for him.

His arm snaked around my waist as he pressed hot, urgent kisses down my stomach, his fingers kneading into my flesh as I arched, welcoming him to do with me as he pleased.

I’d never wanted a man so much, this intensely, and my fingers released from his hair to grip the sheets. I dug and clawed at them as he pushed the sheet down until cool air flowed over my skin, my thighs, my core.

And then he pressed a soft kiss there.

“Kaillen!” I gasped.

His rumbled response was all I registered before his mouth was on my core, his tongue flicking across that bundle of nerves. I bucked as sensations bolted through me.

“So sweet,” he murmured, a fierce possessive growl ripping from his throat. He licked again, and then again as he settled more between my thighs, his tongue a master of torture and torment.

Each breath, each suck, each lick from his demon tongue made me gasp and writhe at the feel of the hunter between my legs. A wave of pleasure built inside me, and then another. Gods, I was already approaching climax.

His finger parted my folds, then slipped inside me. Another fierce growl came from him, vibrating my clit and making me almost come right on his face, as his beast rumbled within him. “So wet, and you’re wet for me.” He pumped his finger into me again and again, while licking, sucking, and tormenting that taut nub.

I bowed again when he began pumping harder, scraping those spots of pleasure deep inside me, commanding my body like a symphony. Pure male satisfaction rumbled from his chest when the wave built higher, then higher.

I was so close to coming, so close to tipping over the edge, so close to screaming my release. I tangled my fingers in his hair, begging him not to stop.

His satisfied chuckle hummed through my core, and the mountainous peak loomed, right there . . . right there . . . and, oh gods—

“Kaillen!” a woman called from the main floor.

My eyes flew open as my climax died as swiftly as a vampire being staked. Ocean. I jolted upright, my entire body seizing as though I’d just been dumped in ice water.

A snarl tore from the hunter when his mouth ripped from my core. Fire rolled in his eyes as his gaze shot to the doorway. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Kaillen? Tala?” Ocean called. Then came the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Heat flooded my cheeks, disbelief coursing through me that I was here, in the Fire Wolf’s bed, so close to giving in to him, to coming on his face, to letting him fuck my brains out, and—what the hell was I doing?

I scrambled out from beneath him, his huge erection snagging my attention when he sat back on his haunches. His rod stood stiff and throbbing, so incredibly thick it was pulsing, and—

I nearly tripped on the floorboards, then righted myself and flew across the room. Grabbing the first thing I saw, I flung it over my head just as Kaillen draped the sheet over his waist and Ocean appeared in the doorway.

“Hi!” she said cheerfully. “I brought pastries from the—” Her eyes flashed wide when she saw me standing in nothing but the hunter’s sweatshirt, my hair no doubt in disarray, and her brother kneeling on the bed, the comforter bunched around his waist to hide . . .

“Oh.” A hand flew to her mouth. “Oh!” she said more knowingly. “Oh my gods.” She slapped a hand over her eyes. “I’m sorry, so sorry. I’m such an idiot!” She rushed from the room, her cheeks as bright as a cherry tomato.

“No, Ocean, it’s fine!” I called to her.

“I disagree,” the hunter grumbled, irritation washing through his words.

Ignoring Kaillen, I fled from the room after his sister, but she was already running down the stairs, her rich-brown hair flowing behind her. I finally caught up with her in the foyer just as she grasped the door handle.

“Ocean, stop! It’s fine. Really, it is. I’m glad you came. You stopped—” My lips pressed together, but at least she’d let go of the door and turned to face me.

However, now that we stood looking at one another, my words died. How exactly did one say that she’d stopped me from fucking her brother? Um, yeah, not awkward at all.

Embarrassment burned in her emerald eyes. “I’m sorry. I thought you said you weren’t together, and I always stopped in to check on Kaillen when he was younger. He never minded. He actually seemed to like it, so I didn’t think anything of doing that again this morning, but gods.” She smacked a hand to her forehead. “He’s not a kid anymore, and I’m such an idiot.”

“You’re not. Really. Thank you for coming, and you’re right, we’re not together.”

She cocked her head, her lips parting in confusion.

“What did you bring?” I said in a hurry, eyeing the bag she held as the desire that had been pulsing through my belly subsided. I sniffed, taking in the rich aroma of sugar and dough. Wow, whatever she brought must be amazing ’cause its scent was incredibly strong and mouth-watering. “Did you say something about pastries?”

She held up the bag sheepishly. “Yeah, I did. Apple fritters. They’re Kaillen’s favorites.” She frowned. “Or they were. I guess I’m not sure now since I haven’t bought any for him in years.”

Heavy footsteps came from the stairway, then the hunter appeared at the bottom. He raked a hand through his hair, his gaze cutting to mine. Heat still lingered in his eyes, but thankfully his impressive boner had disappeared, and he was fully clothed. Yay for my clenching vagina. That bitch was being sidelined.

Still, I averted my gaze, too mortified that I’d almost done exactly what I said I wouldn’t do.

“Did I hear someone mention apple fritters?” A crooked grin stretched the hunter’s lips.