On My Knees by Ciana Stone

thing."
    He swung out of the saddle in one smooth move and lifted her from the horse. Layla heard the oh hell yeah of her out of control libido when he lowered her in a slow slide down his body.
    She ended up dangling off the ground, his strong hands supporting her beneath her ass and his mouth plundering hers. Layla wound her legs around his waist and gave in whole-heartedly to his kiss.
    When he backed her up against the closest tree, she ignored the rough scrape of bark against her back. Augustus worked the hem of her dress up as she went to work on the buckle of his belt, all the while their mouths, teeth, and tongues vied for dominance.
    By the time his pants were bunched around his skins, her panties were lying torn on the ground and she had her legs wrapped around him like a boa constrictor. A tilt of his pelvis and one push, and he was inside her.
    Layla had read about and even written about women losing their minds when their man was inside them but until now she hadn't believed a word of it. Until now, being the key words.
    Augustus literally made her lose touch with reality. She didn't feel the scrape of bark against her shoulders or where a protrusion poked into her back. She didn't feel the breeze or the sun from the small shafts that filtered in through the leaves. She didn't hear the distant lowing of cattle, or the buzz of insects.
    Nothing else existed but him and the sensations that rioted through her from the joining of their bodies and his lips on her skin.
    Layla had never been particularly unreserved in the act of love. She wasn't given to screams and moans, to digging in her heels into the small of a man's back or tearing at the flesh on his shoulders.
    Until now
    Augustus had changed everything. She arched her neck, pounding her head back against the tree and screamed in pleasure. The slight chuckle that rumbled in his chest conveyed his delight and then turned into a low-pitched growl.
    That growl lengthened and grew, becoming the sound of a great hungry beast. It should have frightened her, but she was way past fear. Time after time, he took her over the edge, allowing her no respite between orgasms.
    She'd never known such pleasure. It was incomparable. At least she thought so until the moment his teeth pierced the skin of her neck.
    Then reality shifted in a way that she hadn't imagined possible. What she'd thought was the most sublime pleasure paled. Her entire existence was pleasure. All consuming pleasure that stopped time.
    At least until his mouth deserted her neck and he drew back. She nearly wept in disappointment and may have had it not been for what met her eyes when she opened them.
    This time her scream was not one of delight. "Wolves!"
    Before she could scream again the wolves were on them. Layla slammed her eyes closed, holding onto Augustus with a death grip, waiting for them to be torn to shreds. Terror had sweat springing from every pore of her body and her heart hammering like it was trying to pound its way out of her body.
    She mentally flailed for something to hold onto, something to ease the terror.
    At least you'll die together. Oh no, wait, he's a Vampire. He'll probably survive.
    Her inner voice was no damn help at all. Layla whimpered and waited for the first stab of pain.
    But it wasn't sharp teeth and growls that assailed them. Yipping and prancing, the wolves circled and danced like excited children.
    Augustus held her aloft with one hand beneath her and waved at the wolves with the other. "I'd hate to have to go to your Alpha about you failing to respect boundaries."
    Say what? Layla stared at him in shock, then at the wolves who immediately settled like scolded puppies.
    Before her eyes, one of them changed. It was amazing and completely surreal. In two seconds time a handsome young teenage boy stood in place of the wolf, completely at ease in his nudity.
    "Sorry Mr. Augustus. We didn't mean any harm."
    "I'm sure you didn't Dexter, but there are times – like now, when