Bite!

Rhiannnon sniffed stubbornly in disbelief. No one wanted to be with her. She led a solitary life. That's just the way things were.

"Rhiannon, don't doubt yourself your ex was an asshole, how could any man leave a beautiful angel such as you? Your kindness and determination keep me in awe. You think you deserve nothing. But, I disagree, you deserve the world. Trust me...how could I possibly deny you anything? I want to be with you Rhiannon!" by now Eammon was peppering kisses along Rhiannon's neck. It was covered in goosebumps from the cold.

"You're teasing me Eammon, someday your dark secret will ruin everything. Everybody does. Look at me, I'm just a waitress from Sheep's Cove. I was in a short but lousy marriage. Who would want me now?" Rhiannon replied in irritation. She'd been disappointed by life. Rhiannon liked Eammon a lot. He was handsome, protective and had personal responsibility. He seemed to care for her. Still it was always better not to get her hopes up. Rhiannon lay back in the sand defeated but hoping Eammon would continue.

Eammon knew she was right. His dark secret would ruin everything. Sooner or later he would have to tell Rhiannon that he was a werewolf. But, in this moment he couldn't help himself. He kissed her luscious, pouting lips. They were so warm and soft, it was like brushing his mouth against the smoothest silk. Eammon held Rhiannon close and he could hear her heartbeat accelerating, feel the heat of her body, smell her sweet scent. Everything about Rhiannon was intoxicating to Eammon. even her temper and self disregard.

Eammon wanted to show Rhiannon she was worth more than she thought. Eammon wanted to give Rhiannon the world. She deserved it. Eammon wanted to make Rhiannon his. Eammon's wolf took control. He growled possessively as he deepened the kiss, seeking entrance to her warm moistness with his tongue, longing to taste her again. Her tense body softened beneath him. Rhiannon relaxed against the soft sand. She opened her mouth, whimpering slightly as he suckled.

Rhiannon's little mews nearly pushed him over the edge. He needed more contact. He needed to feel her naked flesh in his hands. He wanted to feast on the soft skin of her breasts and to watch her gorgeous green eyes literally flare with ecstasy as he pleasured her. He could imagine watching himself slide into her, feeling her heat surround him, take him into her depths, and convulse upon him in pleasure. He lost himself in the sensations that were all her; the smell, the soft coos, the taste...

"Eammon?" Rhiannon gasped, pulling away suddenly.

"Yes," he breathed even as he looked at her hungrily. He wanted her to be his and his alone. It was taking all his energy to control his wolf.

Her eyes widened as she stared at him. He knew she could see his feral side, the side that was part beast. That part of him ached to possess her, to take the pleasures of her body, and mark her as his own with his essence. Whatever she was going to say seemed to die on her lips, and her passion-glazed sea green eyes looked up into his.

"I..." she said unsure of herself. He could sense it; the confusion. She wasn't sure what she should be doing. And she was right to question herself. Her human sense of self preservation was telling her something was wrong.

"Rhiannon" he said gently. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't..."

He wanted to swear when he saw tears fill her gorgeous eyes. He'd hurt her. He moaned and reached out pulling her close again, wrapping his arms about her tightly. Eammon only wanted to comfort and protect Rhiannon. He didn't want to bring her any distress. She'd had enough of that in her life. Eammon stroked her comfortingly even though he ached with desire and his cock throbbed painfully.

"Why do I want you so much?" she whimpered quietly. "I don't understand. I should be...after everything..." she shook her head, "I shouldn't want you like this. It's too soon. We barely know each other. You're my tenant or my roommate or whatever. God, what's WRONG with me?" bemoaned Rhiannon. She wasn't a slut, yet here she was wanting to jump Eammon. What would he think of her?

Eammon froze. She wanted him? She was being drawn to him as strongly as he was being drawn to her? He'd heard of true mates being drawn to one another like this. But, wolf law didn't permit true mates like this. Still here they were.

What the fuck was happening?

"I'm sorry," she hiccoughed as tears filled her eyes. "I shouldn't have said that." She pulled out of his embrace and wrapped her arms about her body protectively. "I've screwed up everything between us. If there was anything between us that is."

Eammon could feel Rhiannon's sudden unease and her uncertainty. He knew wanted to run, to escape the moment of awkwardness between them. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and her glorious sea green eyes were glistening with tears.

He had but one moment to make a choice; either tell her or spurn her.

Did he dare tell her she was right? What would she say when he told her they both craved each other?

At first he thought that the strange pull he'd felt was because of being on his own too long. He'd assumed that his wild side needed sating. Yet the more time they spent together their attraction had grown even more intense. It was irrational, unfounded, and completely uncontrollable. He desired her. His mind screamed at him to make love to her and to possess her in the way werewolves possessed their true mates.

A mate at long last. Dare he think it? Dare he hope?

Last night at the bar and apartment there was a sense of camaraderie. She teased him, she challenged him, and she laughed with him. It was then he suspected. Rhiannon seemed to fill an unspoken need deep within him. Something he'd not acknowledged to anyone, including himself, for seven hundred years. Eammon had always laughed at silly old legends; the stories of immortals and their 'true mates' were a bunch of bullshit. He should know; he was one of the oldest alive...but now...

What the fuck was happening to him?

The pull between them was undeniable. Even her obtuse human senses felt it.

FUCK!

Rhiannon took another trembling breath, buried her head in her arms and sniffed slightly and moved to turn away from him. She knew this was all her fault. Rhiannon knew she'd caused all this uncertainty.

Yet, Eammon's body made the decision for him. With his supernatural speed and strength he rushed her once again and trapped her in his arms. Then he bent down and devoured her mouth with all the intensity he felt and didn't stop until they were both gasping in need.

"There's nothing wrong with you," he breathed. "I feel it too. I want you more than anything. I can't explain why or how. All I know is that I do."

Eammon didn't give Rhiannon a chance to question him. He pressed his lips against hers, demanding entrance into her warm mouth. He tasted her; the saltiness of her tears and the sweetness of her flesh stirred his senses.

Growling possessively, he lifted her into his arms, carried her further up the beach, away from the incoming tide. Eammon laid Rhiannon gently in the middle of the sand even as he continued to devour her mouth hungrily.

Rhiannon's tiny cold hands pawed at Eammon's musuclar broad shoulders as though he was the only thing steadying her in the torrent of sensation. Suddenly, Eammon couldn't get enough of her taste, leaving her mouth to kiss her jaw line, her forehead, her ears, even her long hair. Rhiannon's skin was so sweet, so warm against his mouth. He needed more. He put his hands under her sweater, exploring her warm stomach and the faint outline of her ribs with his fingers.

Rhiannon moaned at his touch and impatiently pushed him away to shed her shirt, baring her lace encased breasts for him. He moaned in blissful agony seeing her show herself to him. He'd always loved a woman in lace, but he'd never realized how much it would turn him on and drive him insane to see her creamy mounds framed so delectably. His mouth traced her collarbone to her breastbone to rest between those soft mounds, delighting in the feel of her satiny skin against the sensitive flesh of his lips. He cupped one of her full breasts lovingly even as his mouth descended upon the other sucking at the taut nipple through the lacy fabric.

Rhiannon writhed and gasped beneath him whimpering in ecstasy even as her head thrashed back and forth on the sand. She was as beautiful as he'd imagined; her whiskey hair framing her face, her pale skin flushed with passion. He turned his attention to her other breast, pulling the lace away to bare her pink nipple that stood erect, waiting for him to suckle into his mouth. He latched onto it, hungrily suckling the tiny nub into his mouth, even as he reached behind her and unclasped the lacy bra. Now that he'd tasted her flesh, the beautiful lingerie only frustrated him.

Desperately Rhiannon began to divulge him of his clothes, and he helped her, the same desire roaring through him to feel her warm, naked body against his skin. When their soft flesh finally met, an electric shock roared through his body. At long last he had someone. Rhiannon was so soft, so warm...she was HIS!

Full of passion and feral need Eammon, consumed Rhiannon's mouth again, mating his tongue with hers, groaning as her fingers traced the contours of his muscles and caressed his back. Those delicate hands seemed to be everywhere on his flesh, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine making his pulsing cock throb in agony. He groaned and pushed his pelvis into hers, the friction of their bodies teasing them both.

"Eammon," she gasped. She cried out as his mouth latched back onto one of her pink nipples and suckled, twisted and lathed it with hunger.

"Yes," he growled even as he continued to consume her flesh.

"Don't stop," Rhiannon ordered forcefully even as she raked his back with her nails.

"Never," he groaned as his mouth trailed downwards kissing the protrusion of her ribs and then making their way to her belly button.

His fingers nimbly undid her jeans and quickly pulled them from her hips, growling in desire at the thong that graced her mound. His mouth kissed the insides of her thighs and all around that small triangle of lace, making her jump as though his lips were shocking her with some kind of erotic electricity. He hungrily inhaled her musk even as he visually assessed her dampness, purring in satisfaction that he'd been the one to cause such passion. He latched his mouth to the fabric, tasting her arousal, smiling as she shrieked and twitched the moment his mouth made contact with her heat.

"Eammon," Rhiannon wailed in need. " Eammon..." she groaned.

Rhiannon's pleading cries shattered any control Eammon had left. He ripped the panties from her body and nearly lost it when he stared her glistening sex; shaved and hairless, red and weeping for his attention. He parted her folds and feasted on her, moaning into her softness at the sweet taste of her arousal.

Rhiannon screeched incoherently at his touch, whimpering with need, but he toyed with her, flicking her clit only for a moment before kissing or licking the juices that coated her. Just before she cried out in frustration he'd suckle or nip her again, sending her beautiful head thrashing on the sand. Even as he licked and supped upon her sensitive flesh, he pushed a finger deep within her. He wanted to let Rhiannon know that she was his woman. She was Eammon's and Eammon's alone . He was going to take his time with her.

Fuck! Rhianon's heat was almost unbearable; her soft walls gripped his cock longingly. He inserted another finger and moved them within her slowly and gently at first, and then with more force and fervor. Her pelvis moved in tandem with his thrusts, her body coated his fingers with its juices, her hands balled in the shore with need.

"Please," Rhianon demanded her voice hoarse from desperation. "Please Eammon."

Eammon looked up at her flushed body, her almost green eyes, her tousled hair and smiled at her. Taking pity on her, he latched his mouth over her clit suckling hard until she came screeching and bucking beneath him.

For a moment, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath struggling for control. It would be wrong to claim her. She didn't know his "dark secret". Still Eammon could hear the pounding of her heart, the blood throbbing in her sex, in the artery in her groin...

It took all of Eammon's control as he groaned in agony, forcing himself away from her weeping folds and back up her body delighting in the salty taste of her sweat, the musky scent in the air of her arousal.

The couple was in tandem, as he was pleasuring her. Rhiannon reached out to run her fingers through his hair, those tiny fingers on his skin delighting his senses making his moans of need echo her own keening cries. His mouth supped its way up her neck, and back to her mouth, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. Suddenly she became more aggressive. With deft fingers, she unbuttoned his pants and put her hands inside to feel him.

Her soft hand wrapped around his cock stroking him, spreading the moisture of his arousal around the throbbing head with her thumb. It drove him insane to have her touching him while his body was imprisoned in his clothing.

Eammon's wolf growled impatiently and wanted only Rhiannon, he removed his pants and his boxers noting her wide-eyed stare with satisfaction. There was something about seeing her angelic eyes staring in amazement that nearly broke him and when she reached out once again and wrapped her slender fingers around him, he gasped in agony. It had been so long since he'd had a woman. Too long. For a moment all he could do was stare at that delicate hand wrapped around his throbbing erection and watch in mesmerized rapture as she stroked him. He groaned at her touch and closed his eyes for a moment as an image of her beautiful mouth devouring his cock flashed before his mind.

Not this time, he told himself.

Fearing to lose the last threads of control he took her tiny hand in his and held it still.

"Do you want this, Rhiannon?" he growled. Hoping against hope.

She didn't answer. Instead, she reached out with her other hand and pulled him down upon her again, kissing him passionately and forcing her tongue into his mouth.

He smiled at her unspoken demand. Even in bed she was stubborn and willful.

He kissed her with the same intensity, slipping his fingers back into her folds, stroking her sex, rubbing her clit, making her even hungrier for another release. In moments she was writhing beneath him again with need, both hands clinging to his shoulders as he assaulted her with his tongue and his questing fingers. When she was mindless with need, he took his impressive length in his hand and pushed it against her opening, slowly, trying to be mindful that her last penetration had been brutal. Whatever pain she'd last experienced he wanted to erase with pleasure.

They both groaned as he inched inside her. Eammon knew he was big for her. Still, Rhiannon was unbelievably tight around him, and he filled her so fully that they both lay still panting with the sensation. Eammon kissed her ear and then her lips then worked his way down to her breast, suckling on her aching nipple. Rhiannon groaned and he felt her squirm beneath him. Then he started thrusting with agonizingly slow, steady strokes, watching himself disappear within her depths in rapt concentration.

She moaned beneath him and clasped his shoulders with her tiny hands, holding on as her body spun out of control with sensation.

"Eammon," Rhiannon moaned breathlessly. The pleading sound of his name on her lips sent a shiver down his spine.

He thrust harder even as he found every sensitive spot on her body with his fingers, making her writhe and squirm beneath him, smiling at his ability to fuel her passions so easily. She was beautiful in the throes of lovemaking and he wanted to watch her face as she came yet again at his expert touch. She whimpered and tossed her head from side to side, her fingers raked his back causing him to shudder deliciously, and in return he lightly twisted one of her hardened nipples making her squeak in bliss.

He slipped his hand between their bodies, flicking her clit as he thrust, earning a delicious whine from her lips and he watched in delight as he worked her into the frenzy of another orgasm. She came with a keening cry, her body convulsing beneath him, her sex gripping his cock. For a moment he almost lost control, but in all his long years Eammon had mastered the art of lovemaking. He wasn't ready to find his release yet. He had so much more pleasure to offer her with his body and his power.

She relaxed and nuzzled against him after she came down from her second orgasm, but he chuckled in her ear. "Oh no, my little love" he whispered in a dark, dangerous, masculine voice. "Our evening is far from over."

Rhiannon's eyes looked up at him uncomprehendingly, and she could only coo in contentment as her response. Eammon growled possessively. This beautiful, delicate creature in his arms was HIS!

He began to kiss her hungrily then, his earlier tenderness turning to forceful passion. She obliged him, mating her tongue with his, suckling on it, nipping at his lips even as he nipped at hers. His hand palmed her breast and his hips began to thrust against hers again.

She groaned into his mouth as her body responded to his passion.

"You are mine, Little One," he growled in the language of the woods. "I am going to fuck you until your only thought is my body in yours. I'm going to make you scream my name in ecstasy."

Rhiannon didn't know what his words meant but whimpered at the sound of his dark, dominating voice. Her delicate fingers turned to claws as they raked down his back hungrily.

"That's it my little kitten," he continued. "I'm going to ignite the flames of your body like no man has ever done for you before. You're mine. MINE!"

Eammon felt his wolf start to morph. but he clenched his fist in her hair and with every last shred of his control he forced his beast down. Now was not the time for his dark secret. He wanted to pleasure Rhiannon. He didn't want to cause her alarm. Eammon focused on plundered her mouth once again, mating his tongue with hers fiercely and ground his hips against hers, stimulating her aching clit.

"And soon, little love," he growled, panting into her ear once again, "I'll claim your heart. I'll devour you and mark you as mine; my true mate. You are mine and no one else's.

She was gasping and moaning beneath him as he pounded her now. He took her legs in his arms and draped them over his shoulders groaning as he penetrated her dripping sex even deeper.

"Eammon" she cried as she built, her tiny claws drawing blood as they sunk deep into his muscular arms.

"You are MINE!" he growled into her ear.

This time her moan was a scream and her body convulsed beneath him, her tight walls gripping spasmodically around his cock. He came with the roar of his wolf, as he rode out their mutual orgasm.

Finally as his breathing settled and her whimpers subsided, he caressed her hair from her face. Her eyes were closed, but he connected with her mind and felt her body still tingling with little shock-waves from her orgasm.

"Are you all right?" Eammon whispered. It had been so long since he'd been with a mortal woman. Eammon was worried that he was too rough for her.

"Mmm," she replied in dreamy contentment and Rhiannon smiled up at her love.

"You are amazing, Rhiannon," he breathed, kissing her lips tenderly. "So incredible," he whispered. Eammon was delighted that Rhiannon was his. Eammon dreaded that he'd have to tell her.

For now, under the stars, Eammon was happy as his Rhiannon nuzzled against him in the warm afterglow. Rhiannon couldn't believe she felt so completely comfortable . Rhiannon wrapped her arms around Eamon. She closed her eyes and thought back to their love-making earlier. It was the best sex of her life- wild, erotic, passionate, and... she'd never had so many orgasms before. It had been a blissful day. Magical. What had happened between Eammon and her was beyond Rhiannon's wildest imagination.