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The Untouchables #1

By T. A. Grayness

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Warning: The content in this book contains explicit sexual content. This book is intended for mature audiences only. It contains sexually explicit scenes that may exist offensive. Please continue your file in a safe surface area on your computer and away from minors.

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Take Me: The Untouchables #1 by T. A. Grey 2013

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THE KATEGAN ALPHAS

Breeding Cycle

Dark Awakening

Wicked Surrender

Eternal Temptation

Nighttime Seduction

Tempting Whispers

THE BELLUM SISTERS TRILOGY

Bondage of Frost

Bonds of Burn down

Ties That Demark

The Fallen King

THE UNTOUCHABLES

Take Me

STANDALONE WORKS

Capturing Jeron

Midnight Sex Store

Ecstasy Overload

Evernight Romance Album

featuring 'The Vampire's Mate'

Acknowledgements

A special and rowdy thank you to my Alpha Squad who has the best ladies anywhere! You lot guys rock! Thanks to Brandi for her first-class opinions and revisions. Thank you to Hallie for creating such an amazing embrace, and most of all give thanks you to all my fans who support me. I can't tell you how much information technology means to me.

Chapter 1

"You fabricated the wrong pick, Felicity."

Stiff hands surrounded her, brought her body affluent against his. In that location was no mistaking the hard prod pressed into her back.

Felicity gasped, struggling to command the need burning within her like fire. "We tin can't." Long-fingered easily swept up to cup her breasts—the touch on possessive every bit Dominic Blackmoore molded the flesh. She shivered, her knees nearly giving out. She might have fallen if not for his hold on her.

"Yes nosotros can, and yes we are. I'g non waiting whatever longer." His vocalism held no room for argument. He'd finally decided. This was really going to happen. Could she stop information technology even if she actually wanted to?

His easily released her and reason came flooding back with information technology, her last chance to resist. No, they couldn't do this. Then many lives would be destroyed including her own. She shoved hard confronting his chest knocking him off rest with the activeness. She didn't hesitate, merely sprinted downwards the hall and away from him. She had to exit of here. She had to get exterior. If she could only make information technology outside she could escape.

She slowed equally she rounded through the kitchen, her stupid heels slipping on the marble tiles. Just she didn't have fourth dimension to damn her poor choice in shoes because a hard, heavy body slammed into her dorsum.

Rough hands caught hers, planted them above her head on the garage door. She was already panting and he hadn't even touched her nonetheless. Her eyes squeezed shut—this was and then incorrect and nonetheless she craved his bear upon with every cobweb of her beingness.

"I'm done waiting. We end this torture at present," he said, a growl covering the words.

A shiver swept downwardly her spine, and she couldn't catch her breath. Her body burned like the sun blazed around her and her core was wet, aching. She gave into him and then—into his addicting caresses. Information technology was then much easier than fighting it. She shouldn't practice it, merely she'd never wanted anything more than in her life.

"Dom," she murmured. The proper noun that had been haunting her for what felt like an eternity. The proper noun she hated every bit much as she loved.

Her skirt slid to her ankles at his touch on. Her fingers curved into the door as cool air touched her bare bottom; her underwear hid nothing from his gaze. She could feel information technology burning into her skin like beams of light. Those addicting hands caressed her lesser, squeezed, and plumped.

"Yous take the greatest donkey, sweets." He groaned deep in his pharynx as he tucked his fingers within her panties and sent the black satin fluttering down around her ankles.

A heavy pulse beat between her legs. An equal weight shell in her heart...for him. No affair incorrect this was, she wanted it. She wanted him

He swept her pilus over one shoulder, baring her neck to him. A wicked thrill shot upward her spine and she arched her neck for him—a small taunt, beckoning him, daring him to take from her. He growled and then much louder, and she heard the hiss of his zipper so loud in the quiet house.

"Don't tempt me, Felicity. Non now. My control is at an end and I
will
accept your vein." His vox was equally deep as a pit.

Her body relaxed, a smiling crossing her rima oris, and her eyes fluttered close. "I trust yous, Dom." His voice always held magic over her and like a wand he could cast information technology and make everything better.

Another groan, this ane deeper and impatient. She wondered what he thought of her words. Would he do it? Would he finally take from her?

Hot hands spanned her waist, sliding down to cup her hips and curvation her back towards him.  It merely figures that their start fourth dimension would be similar this with her chest planted confronting the door and her back to him—so submissive.

His difficult shaft dipped over her drenched folds eliciting a moan from her dry lips. This was it. This was the moment she'd craved from the very start twenty-four hours she met him. She'd finally have him, finally know what information technology felt like to have him moving within her.

An eternity passed and then he found her entrance and slowly pushed his way within. He spread her, the pressure level so intense it bordered on pain. Her forehead fell into the door as her torso adapted around his length. He glided within her using her slick arousal from her traitorous body.

He pressed hot open-mouthed kisses over her neck while his tongue sucked and teased her. He did non move only kept himself buried hard and full inside her. A shocked cry tore from her pharynx, one mingled with hurting and pleasure. And his hands, those cursed, wonderful easily, entwined with hers on the door, securing her identify in his arms. Caging her so she couldn't run.

Then he started moving. Gentle, but unforgiving in long, pounding strokes that dragged through her tight muscles, awakening warmth and erotic pleasure she'd never felt before.

"Dom." Her animate hitched.

Each stroke she felt downwards to her soul. Her heart had never beat and then fast, and when her body couldn't burn any hotter, couldn't handle whatever more of the wet difficult glide quickening within her, it locked tight around his cock. With a rush of bittersweet pleasure, she exploded around him.

Vision fled, thoughts fled. She was suspended in a moment of time as he plummeted into her over again and again.

He cursed in a ragged voice. "Felicity, fuck. I can't," he said in gasps. He landed deep then grinded his hips against her. "I can't stop."

Earlier she knew what he meant, he broke the pare of her neck with his fangs. The two sharp points sank inside, breaking skin. Foreign warmth flooded the surface around the wound like a little sunburn yet it did not hurt. She could feel his mouth working against her and the awareness crashed into her shooting out her own fangs. Her fading pleasance spiked over again and her body bowed into his until they were in perfect sync: him commanding her body and her submitting to him.

He surged inside her faster, harder until the sounds of pounding flesh and ragged breathing echoed in the room. Growling deep, he wrapped his hands around her waist to hold her to him.

She shouldn't like it. Information technology was all and so very wrong. Simply she never wanted him to cease.

And then his warm mouth locked tight to the wound on her neck, and he planted his cock deep spurting his release on a husky growl. His fangs dislodged then as his tongue licked at the wound to seal information technology. That quickly it was over.

They caught their breaths every bit the aftermath started to creep in. Felicity's listen still hadn't returned to normal. She knew she should be running right at present, but she wanted this so badly—these few moments of them together, closer than they'd ever been. Her heart was leaping in her breast reminding her of how deep she had it for this man.

"So beautiful," he said, kissing her shoulder. "And so perfect."

He caressed her collarbone. His touch on was gentle, lingering. He reached downward and cupped ane breast then the other before caressing her stomach and trailing downwards until his fingers curled around where he was yet planted deep and firm within her. His fingers caressed her wet swollen flesh, dipping and sliding along her lips and bud.

The sound of the forepart door opening and slamming closed was like a bucket of water ice h2o thrown on her face.

In a flash, Felicity righted her clothes simply she couldn't quite keep the tears of hurt from coming to her eyes.

"How could yous?"

Information technology took even less time than she would have expected to see regret flash across his confront. That solitary made her flinch similar she'd taken a punch to the gut. His head jerked towards the front of the house at the sound of high heels coming their fashion.

"You know how I feel, Felicity. God damn it!" As if that made whatever of this meliorate. As if that erased her shame or changed
anything.

He pulled his pants up and with a little adjusting managed to make his conform look neatly pressed every bit if he'd just put it on. Even his pilus looked freshly combed and smooth, not a single hair out of place. She had no incertitude how she looked though—similar she'd just been fucked against a door.

He knew where this would lead them, how this would injure her. Notwithstanding he did it anyway, he touched her. A tear she couldn't contain slid down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb, his face softening.

"Don't cry, sweets."

She couldn't stand the endearment. Not now, not when her whole heart was breaking.

The footsteps came closer for which she thanked the stars. It helped her to get her bearings and move, no easy feat after feeling him inside her body for the kickoff time.

"Don't ever affect me again," she said, not meeting his eyes. She meant it and she knew he heard the conviction in her voice. He'd never touch on her again later that. She was done.

Apace, she slipped in the garage door. She knew she should flee but some sickness inside her made her pause exterior the door. She stayed silent and listened.

"Ah, there you are. I didn't know if y'all were here notwithstanding," a warm, feminine voice said.

"Julianna, it's good to run into yous." She could hear the grinning in Dom's vox and knew information technology was forced. The sound of kissing was similar a lethal blow to her center. She staggered back a step every bit her heart stopped beating for i agonizing moment. She'd bet coin that Julianna didn't know that his smile was forced, the kiss not existent.

She probably didn't know annihilation virtually him and, if she did, it didn't matter considering no 1 loved Dom similar she did. No ane. Not even his Julianna, the woman he was to mate with—his
bruid
.

Another tear slid down her cheek. She wanted to sob just first she had to escape. She could never be around Dom once again; no thing how much she loved him or what he promised. Yet, a part of her knew the idea was fruitless. He would never leave her alone now. He'd find her. He wouldn't surrender on her. It was in his nature.

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