Range looked into those violet eyes.

“What?”

“I don’t want to say more. If anyone knew you knew anything…” she breathed out, a heavy breath that made her breasts rise and fall.

And made Range all the more conscious how much he wanted her.

“I shouldn’t say more about my kind. I put you in enough danger already. You could be captured and interrogated, most likely tortured.”

He brushed a gentle kiss across her lips. “Understood. But one day, you’ll let me in. You’ll have faith that I will be fine. I can’t be touched, or taken.”

She chewed on her bottom lip. “We’ll see when that day comes, okay?”

He nodded. Because right now, there was nothing he wanted more than to see all of her. Lying next to him. Flesh next to flesh, with nothing between.

Eira grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer. Her nipples were hard, pressing against his shirt, giving him images of touching, licking, kissing, and all sorts of other things he wanted to do to them. Desire slammed into him with a force of an F5 tornado.

He almost didn’t recognize the groan that came out of his mouth. “Lock the doors. I want you now.”

“I was going to take you up to—”

“Now.” Urgency colored his voice with gruffness that was forged from lust.

Her eyes locked with his. She reached over without looking and fumbled with the key card. He heard a click while he was sliding his hands under the neckline of her peasant blouse, pulling the elastic down her shoulders, leaving her exposed to his fevered gaze.

“Stunning. So stunning. By all that is holy, I want you.” He traced the fabric of her bra, pulling on it, dragging it down closer and closer to the nipple that poked out, a hard bud begging to be touched. The scent of her sex wafted upward, infiltrating his senses, taking control of his lust and pushing it into deeper realms.

Eira pushed closer to him, her body against his shirt while she reached behind her back, and with a deft, practiced move, she flicked the bra loose and shrugged it off.

Two full mounds with dusky pink tips were there for his pleasure. He cupped their fullness, weighing them while his thumbs pressed into her nipples. He traced her dusky points, relishing the way her tips grew harder.

Eira moaned low, her head thrown back slightly.

Lowering his head, Range closed his mouth over a rosy tip. Her groan became louder, driving him to take her by the hips and pull her body firmly to his.

His hardness pressed against her with an insistence he couldn’t deny.

Eira’s hands moved with a ferocity that stunned him as she removed her pants.

While one hand played with her nipple between his thumb and fingers, Range’s other hand dropped down, over her stomach to her hip. He lowered his hand toward the waistband of her panties, tracing and teasing her flesh.

With each passing second, the scent of her desire grew stronger, infusing every nerve in his body with a surge of energy and yearning.

She twisted out of his grasp, and unbuttoned his pants, then pulled at his zipper and eased him out with a speed that fueled his need.

She straddled him, pressing down on his erection, her moist panties the only barrier that kept him from the target he coveted.

The heat of her sex pressed on him, and her eyes were locked on his as she touched her panties where her mound was clearly visible, lips wonderfully outlined.

His wolf howled for her in Range’s head.

“I want you.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her index finger as it traveled the course of her panties, teasing herself.

His finger joined, then replaced hers, skimming the fabric, allowing it to caress her mound, letting it go a little deeper as it pushed against the spot his hardness needed to be buried.

Eira’s body flinched, overcome by desire. She leaned back, her hands behind her, her face the picture of sweet torture.

Range could do this forever, touching her, her body arched, her breasts thrust forward and her nipples, tight, and sexy on her full breasts.

In a split second, Eira removed her panties.

Range feasted on the glorious view before him. Above it, a strip of trimmed red hair shaped into a perfect rectangle beckoned.

Eira adjusted her body, took him by the shoulders, her heat almost touching his hardness, and his pulse raced with a burning need.

He grew harder, his erection straining for her.

In one svelte move, she speared herself on his cock.

Her gasp volleyed through his body in an eruption of adrenaline, testosterone, and an overwhelming emotion he hesitated to name.

He gripped her shoulders and pushed her down. Her gaze darkened as she took him in deeper, her body flexing around him, fitted and slippery, a casing that he was ensconced in flawlessly.