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“Oooo, fangs!” Kat bit out as she gasped for breath.

The alpha’s kisses were hot and demanding, and it was true to say that she’d almost lost her mind — almost. The thought of his fangs just kept tapping away in the back of her mind like a really annoying woodpecker.

“Not yet,” Parker growled.

He still had a rein on the beast within him — he wasn’t done yet with tempting — teasing — and tasting her to oblivion and back.

“Just – fangs – damn it!” Kat bit out. She just couldn’t get the thought of it from her mind.

“Kat?” Parker tried to get a grip on his sanity. His body was full speed ahead, and he needed to pull that back.

There was a problem — he could feel it — nervousness — worry coming from his mate, and that wasn’t a good sign. He pulled back and looked down at her.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“I have a little problem with – well, fangs…” she admitted with a grimace, and she hated herself for it.

There he was, hot and heavy and as sexy as hell, driving her nuts with need, and yet – tap-tap-tap – fangs-fangs-bloody fangs!

Her body was saying; hell yes! But that little woodpecker in the back of her mind just wouldn’t shut the hell up and let her get her groove on.

How pathetically stupid was that?

“Fangs?” Parker tried to get a grip on what she was saying through the foggy haze of his libido. He guessed his little brain was still in control and that wasn’t helping any.

“Fangs.”

“As in…?”

“You know — fangs — razor sharp — bloody — you’ve got them, and I don’t — fangs.” Kat reached up and tapped her teeth with her fingernail. “Fangs.”

“Fangs,” Parker repeatedly with a frown. Why would fate make his mate afraid of fangs? “Huh?”

“I’m sorry — what part of fangs don’t you understand?”

“You don’t like fangs?”

“How many ways do I need to say it?” Kat chuckled with nervous embarrassment.

“But, I’m a shifter — I have — fangs.” Parker just couldn’t get his head around what she was telling him.

“Well, der. Look, it’s just a pet peeve of mine…” She gave a small shrug.

“Okay.” Parker ground out.

“There has to be something you don’t like?”

“I’m not fond of wolfsbane — clowns are creepy — I do think about the space junk above our heads crashing down to earth on occasion — and needles…”

“Needles?” Kat chuckled. “A big, mean, bad wolf shifter like you is afraid of a needle?”

“Not afraid…” Parker grumbled a growl.

“Do they freak you out?” Kat asked.

“I don’t trust them…”

“Because they have a mind of their own?”

“Because they snap,” Parker said.

“I’ve never heard of a needle snapping unless you were stupid enough to — oh,” Kat's eyes widened in glee. “Somebody was so freaked out that they wrenched their arm away…”

“Never happened.”

“Sure it did.”

“I’d rather get a tattoo than…”

“Deal.”

“Huh?” Parker wasn’t sure what she thought he’d just signed up to.

“Well, if we’re going to do this and I have to do the whole fangs thing,” Kat reasoned, “then you have to have a tattoo.”

“I do?”

“Yes.”

“O-kay,” Parker said.

He was more than happy that his mate wasn’t putting the brakes on their mating — but a tattoo — what would be the point? His skin would heal and reject the ink — unless she just wanted him to suffer the constant jab of the needle.

“And I get to pick it.”

“No argument from me there.” Parker had a feeling that his mate was up to no good, but she could pick out whatever design she wanted because it wasn’t going to stick in his skin. He just had to sit there long enough to get it done in the first place.

“Done.”

“Done?”

“Just make sure I don’t see your fangs,” Kat said.

“Baby, you’re gonna be way too distracted to see my fangs — I promise,” Parker chuckled. “Are we done with the negotiations?” he teased. He hoped it was a small tattoo.

“Let me think?” Kat hooked at hand around the back of his neck and pulled herself up as she pulled him down — her lips met his, and Parker didn’t need any more convincing than that.

Parker did what he set out to do and kissed her to oblivion and back as he stripped the clothes from her body, and licked, nipped and kissed every inch of her that he could before neither of them could stand it a moment longer.

The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, and it called to him. He spread her thighs wide, dipped his head, and tasted her feminine essence on his tongue.

Parker couldn’t get enough of her. He took her body up hard and fast to the edge of the abyss — and didn’t hesitate to let her fly.

The after-shocks of her orgasm were still throbbing through her body when Kat opened her eyes and watched mesmerised as he crawled up over her body on his knuckles and knees — his dark eyes were locked and loaded on hers, and his hungry growl matched the look of hunger on his face.

Kat reached out and ran her fingertips down the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen. The real prize was the long, thick, hard length that hung low and cried out to be touched, loved, licked, sucked and worshipped. She was all in for that.

Parker wasn’t. He snatched at her wrists, locking his fingers around them, and pushing them up above her head — trapping them there — and caging her in with his hard body.

“Not now, baby. If you touch me then I’m going to die,” Parker growled.

“And we wouldn’t want that now that we’re getting to the really good part,” Kat chuckled. That chuckle was deeper, dirty as hell, and full of promise to his ears.

“You’re mine, baby — all mine,” Parker growled.

“Prove it, alpha,” Kat said, and she knew it was a challenge that was sure to get his beast up close and personal, but she didn’t give a damn.

The rumble of a growl in his chest got deeper — hungrier —, and Kat knew that he couldn’t hold that beast back much longer.

Parker could feel the beast within him clawing to be set free. That side of him that needed to bite and bond couldn’t be tamed.

Parker pressed his cock inside her channel and bit down on the pleasure of the tight silken inner walls that stretched around his thick length. He watched her eyes flare as he took her down his length, deep, deeper until he was buried to the hilt.

“Where’s your beast, alpha?” Kat teased, challenged, and Parker grunted as he tried to fight the urge within him to go full steam ahead when what he really wanted was to take it as slowly as he could until the moment that he couldn’t hold back the crazy any longer.

He pulled back to the tip, desperate to keep his mind sane, but Kat was trying her damndest to tempt him into losing it, and she squeezed the inner muscles of her channel around his cock, trying to keep him inside, trying to make him lose his mind, and it was almost working.

Parker thrust back to the hilt, and she bit down on her lower lip as a rumble of a half-moan – half-growl lodged in the back of her throat. Damn, but that sent him wild with need, and he shifted his weight on his elbows and moved his hips faster.

He’d lost, and she’d won.