The woman under him was definitely one of them. He ran his hand down her thigh and listened to her breathing. She tasted of salt and woman. Smelled of powder and roses.
Her scent and taste stirred him to a level he'd never known before. For the first time in centuries, he felt possessive toward a woman. He wanted to keep this one. The Viking in him roared to life. In his human time, he would have carried her off and slain any who dared try to keep him from her.
Even after all these centuries, he was no closer to being civilized. He took what he wanted. Always. Cassandra yelped the moment Wulf took her into his mouth. Her body sizzled with desire for him. She arched her back and watched him in the mirror above the bed. She'd never seen anything more erotic than the sight of Wulf teasing her while the muscles of his back flexed. She could see every inch of his tawny, naked body while he pleased her. And he had an incredible body.
One she wanted to touch. Moving her legs under his body, she used her feet to gently caress the hard length of his cock. He growled in response. "You have very talented feet, villkatt."
"All the better to stroke you with," she said, her voice light as she thought about the fact that she felt like Little Red Riding Hood being eaten by the Big Bad Wulf.
His laughter joined hers. She buried her hands in the soft waves of his hair and let him have his way with her. His tongue was the most incredible thing she'd ever known as he swirled it around her. Licking, teasing, tasting.
Just when she didn't think she could feel any better, he slid two fingers deep inside her. Cassandra came immediately. Still he continued caressing her until she was on fire and weak from the bliss. "Mmm," he breathed, pulling away from her. "I think my kitten is hungry."
"Famished," she said, pulling him up her body so that she could feast on his skin the way he had feasted on hers.
She buried her lips against his neck and nibbled with every part of her that was desperately hungry for him. What was it about this man that drove her wild with desire? He was magnificent. Hot. Sexy. She'd never wanted anyone like this.
Wulf couldn't stand the way she grabbed at him. It made him insane for her. It heightened his need until he was practically dizzy. Unable to tolerate any more, he rolled her onto her side and entered her.
Cassandra cried out at the unexpected pleasure that filled her. Lying completely on her side, she'd never had a man inside her in this position. Wulf was so deep that she swore she could feel him all the way to her womb.
She watched him in the mirrored wall as he thrust into her over and over, deeper and deeper, until she wanted to scream with pleasure. The power and strength of him was unlike anything she'd ever known. Every forceful stroke made her weak, breathless.
She came again an instant before he did. Wulf pulled back from her and lay down beside her. His heart was pounding from the fury of their passion. But still he wasn't sated. Reaching for her, he pulled her across his chest so that he could feel her with every inch of his body.
"You are spectacular, villkat."
She nuzzled his chest with her face. "You're not too bad either, villwulf." He laughed at her made-up endearment. He really liked this woman and her wit.
Cassandra lay in the peace of Wulf's arms. For the first time in her life, she felt completely safe. As if nothing or no one could touch her. She'd never felt this way. Not even as a child. She'd grown up always afraid whenever someone unknown had knocked on the door.
Every stranger was under suspicion. At night, it could easily be a Daimon or Apollite out to see her dead. During the day, it could be a Doulos after her. But something told her that Wulf wouldn't let them threaten her at all.
"Cassandra?"
She frowned at the sound of a woman's voice intruding into her dream.
"Cassandra?"
Against her will, she was pulled out of her dream only to find herself asleep in her own bed. The knocking continued.
"Cass? Are you all right?"
She recognized Michelle's voice. It was a struggle to awaken enough so that she could sit up in bed. She was naked once more. Frowning, Cassandra saw her clothes in a crumpled heap. What the hell was this? Had she been sleepwalking or something?
"I'm here, Chel," she said as she got up and pulled on her red bathrobe. She opened the door to find her friend and Kat on the other side.
"Are you okay?" Michelle asked.
Yawning, Cassandra rubbed her eyes. "I'm fine. Just taking a nap." But she didn't really feel fine. She felt much more like some sort of narcoleptic.
"What time is it?"
"It's eight-thirty, hon," Kat supplied.
Michelle looked back and forth between them. "You said you guys would go back to the Inferno with me, but if you don't feel like it…"
Cassandra caught the disappointment in Michelle's voice. "No, no, it's okay. Let me get dressed and we'll go."
Michelle beamed. Kat looked at her suspiciously. "Are you sure you feel up to it?"