This time, her breath inhaled on a ragged gasp. Her mouth opened a bit. Rafe could see her teeth gleam slightly, her tongue slipping between them to taste his finger.
Rafe groaned and let the rigid control fall away.
“Sara,” he said. His voice sounded rough with need to his own ears but he didn't care. All he cared about was touching her, kissing her, taking her.
Her lips still parted, Sara's head tipped up toward his. Rafe didn't waste another second. He swiftly placed his hands on the blunt cement edges of the pool behind her, effectively caging her into his arms. Without pause, Sara's hands immediately rose to capture the back of his neck, her fingers brushing the nape of his hair and trailing in a deliciously wanton motion over the top of his spine. Rafe went fully rock hard in about a nano second.
Mine, his wolf growled in approval.
The blue of their eyes still held one another as Rafe surged toward her and claimed her mouth with his. Her lips moved beneath his in that same way he recalled so exactly: soft, eager, tasting so uniquely of Sara. Sweet strawberries blended with a dash of spice and excitement. Rafe groaned again against her. The sound vibrated through her lips and back to him, which only heightened his anticipation.
His hands clenched into fists on the wall behind her. She pulled his head closer to her, as if she wanted him to devour her. Their breath mingled with the steam of the spring and rose into the crisp air. Rafe could feel Sara's heartbeat against his chest where her luscious breasts pressed hard into him. The pulse in her neck leapt when he drifted his fingers over it.
Sara pulled back for an instant. Her eyes were still open, languid and dark with her sheer lust. Rafe felt such an overwhelming surge of pure male pride at the thought he'd created that reaction in her he almost physically felt his chest swell. Possibly ridiculous, but true.
Her lips were fuller from his ravaging kiss, tender and plump. He angled his head the fraction of an inch it took to reach her and nibbled at her bottom lip with his teeth.
“Ohhh,” she said. The sound was more breath than word. It stole Rafe's own breath as he pressed closer to her. Her entire naked body felt pliable next to his.
Rafe kissed her again, long and hard and with serious intention. He let his tongue press into her mouth, past her lips, letting it slide in and out in a rapid, deliberate motion. The simple kiss made the rest of his body feel as if it might harden beyond belief, then crack into intoxicating bliss.
Sara wrapped her legs around his, letting one drift up on the buoyancy of the water to hold his waist. She pulled him closer to her, never letting his mouth leave hers. Her eyes alternated between closing, then fluttering half open again. His cock pressed into her legs. Impatience flamed along his nerves. He maneuvered her so that his rigidity nestled between her thighs, right against that gorgeous cleft he longed to taste.
Sara's head rocked back and she gasped out a half-strangled groan again. He thought he heard his name in there somewhere but couldn't be sure since the blood was roaring in his ears. With effort born out of a desire to please and not ruin it too quickly for them both, he began to slowly rock his hips against hers with the lightest of rhythms.
It was a torturously slow rhythm. Rafe's breaths came shorter and more ragged, as did Sara's. Her lips still explored his, then left to travel down his cheek and to his neck. The skin there reacted with trembling as her teeth grazed over his pulse where it throbbed.
He slid one hand down her arm, to her breast. Tugging at the nipple he found there, he rolled it between his fingers, pinching it till she cried out again in sheer pleasure.
“Rafe! Don't stop,” she said, her voice panting as she begged.
“Never,” he said, his low voice close to a growl. He twirled the sensitive nub between thumb and forefinger, then cupped his hand around the fullness of her gorgeous breast. Slowly, he allowed his fingers to slip lower, along her side, then to her hip. Little panting breaths from the beautiful woman he finally—finally—got to possess again lapped against the gentle slosh of the water as their movements increased in urgency.
So close to entering her. So close. But not yet. He intended to draw this out to the exquisite point of pleasure, one that would result in her lush cries echoing through the night air when he finally let her tumble over the edge.
“Mmm.” The little noise was a hum against his neck. One of sensuous desire and need.
Rafe caught her chin with his other hand and tipped her face up to his. Her eyes opened again. Unsatiated promise kept them dark, as with the rosy cast to her skin. Desire heated him even more. With deliberately languorous moves, he swirled his fingers on her thigh beneath the water, stroking and rubbing and fluttering over the superheated skin there.
Sara arched her head and neck back, mouth open in a soundless cry of need. She pushed herself against Rafe, turning her hips into his hand. Begging with her body for him to touch her at her core, right at the sweet, delicious center he'd missed for so long.
Rafe dipped one finger in to her sweet center, then another.
“Look at me, Sara.” His voice rumbled deep and raw with his need.
Those gorgeous eyes of hers fluttered open again at his command, and he looked deep into the half-crazed lust he saw in them.
Good. This was the Sara he wanted. Wild with need for him.
Sara writhed as Rafe's fingers penetrated into her eager little sex, stretching it right to the edge of crazy-making passion. The way he looked at her right now—his expression alone was almost enough to make her come so hard she would create a tsunami of water flooding over the edges of the pool.
As though he could hear her thoughts, he said, “You're going to come for me, Sara. And you will love it.”
She jumped at his rasping words and their promise. In the face of his sheer maleness, she was powerless to deny her utterly female response. Her sex clenched around those long, talented fingers. His fingers curled inside her and began to stroke, in and out. The sensation made her dizzy with its keen pitch. Sparks seemed to explode behind her eyes and along every nerve ending of her tensed body.
“Rafe,” she ground out. He was making coherent thought impossible. “More,” was all she could manage.
His other hand moved away from her face and swiftly nestled itself under her ass. He pushed her rear up, toward the hand that was between her legs, rhythmically driving in and out. The pressure from his fingers inside her deliciously increased. An aching fullness laced with urgency ignited her entire body. She let out compliant noises she hadn't known she was capable of—low and keening, panting in demand that he not stop.
It never felt quite this way with other guys. This was blowing her head off in frenzied, upward spiraling ecstasy to a level she hadn't known existed. Except when she'd first had Rafe claim her body. How she'd ever walked away from him escaped her at the moment.
His fingers swirled in and out, reaching inside her ever more deeply. Tiny licks of fire radiated out from her desperately grasping center. Little shocks began to flash down her legs, up her belly, tingling through the arms that tightly held onto his shoulders.
“That's it,” Rafe said, his voice a low, luscious growl. “Now, Sara. Come for me now.”
The irresistible command slammed through her. She responded with a delirious, inexorable splintering of every nerve ending she had. It took over her limbs and rendered her unable to control the spasmodic shudders. A long cry of sheer bliss wrenched itself from her throat. Rafe captured her lips with his, swallowing her sounds as he stroked her mouth with a velvet tongue. The supernova went off inside her for a long, spiraling, gorgeous moment.
Slowly, the waves rippled and ebbed, until she fell in languid collapse forward onto Rafe, letting her head slip down to his shoulder. His hands gently released her, fingers slipping out from inside her. She murmured a small protest and felt a chuckle rumble through his frame. His hands rubbed her hips, her back, her waist, soothing while also wringing out the last shaking tremors. She floated in the water, buoyed by
his arms and a sense of dazed calm blanketing her body and mind. Her wolf whined softly in utter contentment.
Floating in Rafe's arms, she felt his hardness beneath her. He needed more. She felt so luxuriantly relaxed, though, she couldn't yet move. She swirled a lazy finger over his pecs and let the soft, sweet buzz of the post-orgasmic euphoria melt through her.
After more long, relaxed moments, Rafe's hands came up around her to gently lift her into the air. As soon as their bodies left the water she could tell how hot they'd been. The naturally higher body temperature of shifters allowed them to withstand cold better than humans, but could limit the amount of time they spent in especially warm conditions.
She'd been so focused on Rafe and what he was doing to her body she hadn't paid attention to anything but her purely sexual needs. That thought made a different, more colorful heat move across her face, which she bent against his chest as he easily maneuvered them onto the side of the pool.
“Sara,” he said. Arousal still roughened his tone. “Can you stand?”
She nodded. As soon as her feet hit the paved walkway, she wobbled a little. He steadied her for a moment, then stepped back, watching her. A small laugh escaped her lips.
“Maybe,” she said. She looked at him, standing in the half-light. His body was chiseled and fit from the rigorous demands of being a Guardian. He was still rigid for her, like a beautiful statue of sheer male gloriousness. Another little shudder of anticipation rippled through her. She longed to feel Rafe inside her.
“Come here,” she whispered. “You need some attention, too.”
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Complication
by Elle Thorne
Part of the Shifters Forever After series
Sexy, hot polar bear shifters steam up the courtroom.
Curvy and bootilicious Laken Araya has to serve as a judge in the equivalent of a shifter Supreme Court. No problem right? Until the one presenting the case is a one-night stand she never should have had.
Polar bear shifter Malachi—Ky—Romanoff is in a hell of a position. He’s representing the petitioner in front of a woman who was butt-naked in a reverse cow-girl the last time he saw her. He couldn’t even find the memorable woman because they’d never exchanged names. And now he can’t talk to her outside the confines of the case.
Polar bear shifter Malachi—Ky—Romanoff has never gotten over a one-night stand he had years ago. The last time he and Laken Araya saw one another, was the morning after that night.
This morning he met Laken again. She’s a judge on the Shifter Supreme Court. He’s representing the petitioner.
***
Ky returned to his place and stripped, then pulled a t-shirt over his head.
The doorbell rang.
Just when he was relishing a night alone.
The doorbell chimed again.
“Alright, alright.” Fuck. Enough already. I’m coming. He opened the door. His brother. “Isaac. Where’ve you been?”
The dark circles were still under Isaac’s eyes. His face looked gaunt, cheekbones still prominent. “The case.”
Ky knew; he could tell. The cat burglar case. “Any progress?”
“Nah. How’s your hearing going?”
“Same as every other hearing.” Except the part about seeing Laken.
Isaac looked at the table behind Ky. “Had dinner yet? Want some steak?”
“Sure. Let’s go, but it can’t be a late night.”
“It won’t be. It’s being delivered in fifteen minutes,” Isaac said.
“Sly bastard.” He handed Isaac a bottle of beer. “Remember that New Year’s Eve party the night before I shipped out?”
Isaac cocked his head. “Yeah, that was a long time ago.”
Ky wasn’t sure he wanted to tell Isaac about Laken. He wanted to savor that secret himself. Then again, he and Isaac rarely kept things from each other.
“Keep talking,” Isaac prompted.
“I met a girl that night.”
“Yeah, I remember. You bailed on us. What about her?”
Why do I feel like I’m in grade school again?
“I saw her again recently. Asked her out.”
More like I blackmailed her into having dinner with me or I’d expose the secret about our one night together that she seems so eager to keep under wraps.
“And?”
Ky shook his head. “I don’t know. Never mind. Seems pretty dumb, in retrospect.”
The doorbell chimed.
“Dinner,” Isaac said and headed for the door. As he opened it, he turned back and looked at Ky, an expression on his face that Ky couldn’t peg.
“Not dinner,” Isaac said, and opened the door wider.
Laken.
Damn.
***
Laken stood in the doorway. A man who looked a whole lot like Ky was blocking her way. The man stared at her. His expression was even more unapproachable than Ky’s usual don’t-fuck-with-me look.
He didn’t say a word, so she did. “Hi.”
“I know you,” he said.
Laken flinched. Did he know that she was one of the judges? “Do you?”
“Yeah, you were at that party. A few years back.” He stepped aside and gestured with his thumb. “I’m Isaac. His brother.”
Laken glanced toward the direction he’d pointed and saw Ky come into view.
“She’s the one, right?” Isaac said to Ky.
Laken felt a slow heat raging in her chest, rising to her neck then lighting her face on fire. He knew her from the night she’d her one-night stand with Ky.
Does he also know what happened that night?
“Laken, this is my brother Isaac.”
“Already told her that,” Isaac said.
“He’s got a problem with his mouth. He keeps shoving his foot in it.” Ky gave his brother a dirty look. “He was just leaving.”
“But—” Isaac started, then nodded after receiving a pointed look from Ky. He slipped around them, then out the door.
“How’d you know where I live?” Ky cocked his head, a smile playing on his lips that made him so very irresistible and reminded Laken of that night.
“I needed to talk to you.”
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you too.” He took a step closer.
Laken backed up until the doorjamb was pressed against her spine. “I wanted to talk to you about the dinner, the hearing… keeping it a secret… all that.” She really needed to find out what he planned to tell David Partlay.
“Go on.” Ky pursed his lips, his brows drawing down in a vee.
“About that dinner. I can’t have anyone thinking I’m not objective. I have to be impartial.”
“Of course.” He put his hand on the small of her back and guided her in, closing the door behind her. “After the case is resolved, then—”
Laken crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not looking for complications in my life.”
“I’m not offering a complication.”
You’re a walking, talking, sexy complication.
She drew in a deep breath, ready to tell him that his very presence complicated her life and confused her thinking and made her body feel things she hadn’t felt since the last time she’d seen him—
The doorbell rang.
Panic struck. She stumbled away from him and around the corner of the breakfast bar, seeking cover, just in case. Who the hell could it be? What if it was the old polar bear shifter he was representing?
He opened the door and spoke to someone there, reached into his pocket, took out some cash and handed it over, then closed the door with a takeout bag in his hands.
“Steak?” He placed the bag on the counter and unpacked the content
s. Two steaks. Two baked potatoes. “Interested?”
“Two of them?” Her stomach grumbled at the aroma rising from the tin platters. “Oh, no. One of those was for your brother!”
“You’re prettier. No contest.”
The uncontrolled desire in his eyes made heat rise to her face and then drop into her midsection.
“Medium-rare good?” He took steak knives from a wood block.
I can’t stay for dinner. What is he thinking? “Perfect.” What am I thinking?
Ky grabbed a couple of plates from a cupboard and reached for a baked potato. He picked the steaming, foil-wrapped vegetable up and dropped it quickly.
“Damn.” He stuck the burnt finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
A dozen dirty images flew through Laken’s mind, all of them from that one night, involving the things he’d done with his fingers. A blush began its inevitable rise, heating her chest and neck, making its way to her face, where it would be a dead giveaway that he was affecting her.
Laken took a few steps toward the balcony door, looking at the view to keep him from seeing what he’d done to her. The rustling of his unpacking and setting the table came from behind her.
“What do you like on your baked potato?”
You. She took a deep breath and turned his way, hoping the red had regressed. “The usual. Butter, sour cream.”
“Grab a seat.” He held a chair out for her at the breakfast bar instead of the dinner table. A part of her was relieved that they’d be eating in the more casual area, until she realized that the bar was so small, they’d be forced to sit very close to each other.
Great. Just what my libido doesn’t need. She took her spot and pulled the stool up to the bar.
“So, what have you been up to since the last time I saw you?”
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