The first glimpse of his mate tested his vow to remain in control. The first threat against her shredded his will to hold himself in check.
COMING IN DECEMBER-BOOK 3 OF COWBOY WOLF SERIES-SUBMITTING TO HER MATE: DRAKE!
Here’s a sneak peek at Drake and Roz’s upcoming story – enjoy!
As soon as Drake tugged her into the upstairs office, he wasted no time rounding on her, pinning her against the closed door with his large body and intense, blue/green glare.
“Remember, you wanted this, asked for it, repeatedly.”
A shudder went through Roz as she closed the one-inch separating the tip of her breasts from pressing against those thick, taut muscles, the pulsating fire between her legs obliterating all hesitancy and other feelings. She was desperate to take what she could get from him, regardless of what attitude change he might undergo afterward. One day at a time-that was her new motto.
“I remember, and I’m fine with whatever you…holy crap, what’s that?” she gasped, her eyes catching sight of an intriguing webbed contraption in the corner.
“A fucking swing,” he replied without looking, then jerked a thumb over his shoulder, toward the opposite corner. “That’s a spanking bench. Ready to back out now?”
Ripples of excitement stirred Roz’s imagination as she recalled her conversations with Master Jace, and the website pictures of his club. Drake’s dominant personality had come through loud and clear from their first meeting, but she had refrained from adding to her obsession with him by speculating on whether he exerted that dominance during sex.
Picturing herself bound on either apparatus, Drake standing before her eyeing her nakedness with that feral gleam he had exhibited a few times, sent her body into a heated meltdown. Leaning forward, she gave him a grin of expectation as she brushed her nipples against his chest.
“On the contrary. I’ve spent the last year fantasizing about such things, and the men who enjoy using them. You’re not going to scare me off, Drake.”
Reaching up, he removed his hat and sent it flying onto a small sofa against the wall, the only furniture in the secluded room other than a wide desk and the bondage equipment. His lips tightened with resignation, but lust flared in his vibrant eyes, a sign that sent her pulse skyrocketing.
Bracing both hands against the door on either side of her head, he bent his head, halting with his mouth hovering above hers. “In that case…” he muttered before taking her lips in a hard, possessive kiss.
Trembling from head to toe, Roz latched onto his rigid biceps for anchorage against the onslaught and opened for the thrust of his commanding tongue. Their mouths clung, her lips moving under his as she greeted each tongue stroke with quivers of longing, her moan slipping into his mouth on an echo as she basked in his take-control aggression. She tried holding him close, but her puny grip was no match for his strength when he pulled back and issued one more warning.
“I like it fast and hard, on my terms.”
Roz nodded, doing nothing to hide her eager acceptance of that announcement. “That works for me.”