Page 117 of The Last True Hero

Felt so good. She couldn't stop touching him. All these long days of denying herself... gone now. And now she wanted more.

Mia found the buttons on his jeans and tugged them open. McClain's cock spilled into her eager hands. As she licked his neck she could taste the soap on his skin from the quick bath they'd all had down at the river earlier.

"I love you," Mia whispered in his ear. It was easy to do when he wasn't looking at her. Maybe she'd be able to say it under the light of day, one day soon.

McClain growled, and those clever fingers worked their way inside her jeans and then her panties.

It wasn't enough. She wanted them off. Pushing his greedy hands aside, she dragged her jeans down her legs, and McClain helped her with her panties. Then he was over her again, that firm erection brushing between her legs.

"Yes!" Mia whispered.

She was already wet with anticipation when he spread her thighs and drove his cock inside her. No chance to catch her breath from the fierce pleasure of the invasion, for McClain was all over her, biting at her throat, thrusting his hips against hers, pinning her wrists to the ground.

It was nothing like their previous night together.

Here was Adam McClain unleashed, and her one last thought as she came with a shocking scream of pleasure was that she wouldn't have it any other way.

* * *

Sunlight warmed his skin, chasing away the desert night chill.

Adam blinked sleepily, feeling utterly worn out. His muscles ached, and there was a rapid burning in his back that told him something was healing, but for the first time in years he felt fucking awesome.

And then memory came flooding back in, half-cast vignettes of the night before assaulting him like rapid-fire bullets. Mia. Kissing him. Beneath him. Her body, soft and warm. Crying out, gasping in his ear... her nails digging into his back.

Mia. He'd had sex with Mia.

No, not just had sex. Rough, dirty, animal sex. He'd fucked her, downright claimed her, and all night too.

And she knew what he was.

Panic danced along his nerves and he stiffened, realizing that there was a warm, soft weight in his arms. His arm hung negligently over her waist, and their hands were still clasped, as if they'd finally fallen asleep like that.

You're a warg, she'd whispered. His entire world tore itself apart at hearing those words from her pretty mouth, and then... her palm cupping his jaw as she touched him. It had been like a knife to the heart. She'd owned him in that instant, but his first instinct had been denial. How could she touch him like that? How could she look at him as if she still saw him? Him, Adam. Not something else, something monstrous. How could he trust it? Had it been a mirage? A dream? A conjuring of his desperate mind?

You're a warg. But you're not a monster.

God, how many times had he prayed for a woman to look at him like that and say those words? Hope wove through him like a treacherous snake.

Adam lifted his head off the blanket that was rolled around them, his gut muscles clenching as he took stock of the situation. Hell. Mia was pressed up tight against him, her lush bottom pressing into his groin. And his cock wasdefinitelyaware of that fact.

"Morning," came her whisper and she stretched, pressing back into him, before stiffening. A sleepy eye glanced back over her shoulder. Then she smiled.

It was like the sun suddenly appearing over the horizon, in his chest. That smile. It owned him.

"Please tell me you're not pointing that thing at me."

Adam eased back against her, swallowing hard. Easier to pretend that nothing momentous had happened. He needed time to process this. "That thing? I'd be affronted, but you sound entirely too pleased with yourself this morning."

Mia almost purred. "I am pleased. I am also thoroughly, unashamedly debauched. Do you know the worst thing?"

His heart launched into his throat. "What?"

"Colton's giving your bike back today, and I think Sage and Jake need some alone time in the jeep. I have to get onto the back of a motorbike." A wince furrowed her brow. "And sit there for hours. I don't think I can even walk, let alone ride."

Jesus. "Are you sore?"

Mia turned and snuggled into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. "A little. But in the smuggest way." Dark lashes tipped up, revealing a pretty brown eye. "I like your dark side, McClain. He's very intense. Very demanding."