Leopard 03 - Burning Wild

Heat boiled, fire scorched, burned as he neared his explosive orgasm.
    The cat wanted his scent all over her, in her, wanted every man that came near her to know she belonged to him and only him. And God help him, Jake wanted the same thing. It was as if he was so merged with the beast he couldn’t separate himself. He couldn’t stop the dominating thrusts, forcing her to take him deeper, the thrill and elation, the sheer pleasure rising like a tide at the sight of her—his woman. His. He had to mark her as such, there was no other way. Mark her with his scent, with his teeth, with his seed. His.
    He forced himself to give up the haven of her mouth, dragging his cock free so that he could mark her, cover her with his scent and seed. “You’re mine, Emma. Only mine.” His harsh growl was one of brutal satisfaction as the hot spray pulsed all over her.
    12
    ABSOLUTE primal fury burned in Emma’s eyes when she looked up at him. For a moment Jake thought she might rake her nails down his thighs. They stared at each other, her green eyes glittering like two jewels, nearly all emerald, the irises almost gone. Shame crept into her expression. Color swept up her throat. She moved her hand to cover the bite on her shoulder as if it might be hurting. She stared at him a moment longer, refusing to bow her head, refusing to look away while satisfaction thrummed through his body.
    Emma couldn’t sustain the anger as the rush of hormones and adrenaline faded from her body, leaving her feeling exhausted, humiliated and sore. Tears burned in her eyes as she pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the hand he held out to her.
    “Emma.”
    She stood on shaky legs, and when he stepped toward her, she stopped him with an imperious hand.
    “Don’t you say anything to me. I think you said it all. I understand exactly how you feel about me, Jake.”
    “What the hell does that mean?” She tried to push past him, heading for the bathroom in the office suite. Jake calmly caught her arm. She was trembling. He brushed the pad of his thumb up and down her skin with stroking caresses, trying to soothe her.
    She jerked herself away, her face stiff with pride. “It means go to hell.” She stalked around him, slammed the bathroom door and locked it. Let him find another shower. She hated him. He had told her that another woman had blown him a couple of times and then he fucked her. Well, she felt well and truly fucked. He had called that woman a slut and then he’d deliberately made Emma feel like one.
    Damn him. Damn her for giving in to her own raging needs. Damn her for loving Jake so much she couldn’t resist temptation. Just damn everything.
    There wasn’t a place on her body, inside or out, that wasn’t sore. Her heart ached. Her soul wept. She’d given him everything and he’d totally humiliated her and had the gall to look satisfied. No wonder he thought the women he’d been with were sluts. He made them that way. She’d been that way—ready to do anything he wanted, anything to please him. She’d wanted desperately to please him.
    She was sobbing as the hot water poured over her, great sobs that shook her entire body. She’d ruined her life. Ruined Andraya’s and Kyle’s lives. She had to leave, had to take her baby girl and leave Kyle behind. The adoption wasn’t final yet. She had no rights to him. She couldn’t believe how stupid, how selfish, she’d been, not thinking of her children, letting her hormones drive her. What kind of a mother was she?
    Jake was so absolutely self-assured. The sheer power of his personality was hypnotizing, mesmerizing, and she had been far more susceptible than she’d realized. She slid down the wall of the shower, curling into a small ball, letting the hot water pour over her sore body. She was definitely leaving. She wouldn’t be humiliated like that ever again. How could she face him now? She’d seen the contempt on his face, heard it in his voice, when he spoke to women on the phone, heard them begging and pleading to see him. She would not become another one of his cast-offs. And if she stayed, she would never be able to resist his seduction. Her body throbbed just thinking about him, and she was furious with him.
    What had she done? How stupid.
    She wanted to scream at herself. She’d always acted rationally. She was rarely even attracted to men, and certainly didn’t feel the obsessive cravings she’d developed for Jake. When had that even started?
    He wasn’t her