Well, he could certainly be a cunning linguist if the situation called for it. He was confident his performance would be very, very satisfying.
Once she had finished chanting, she waved her wand over the beaker and the golden solution began to bubble to a boil. Smoke clouded the inside of the beaker and spilled over the rim, but Jasynta just held onto the glass securely. Blake jerked forward, ready to wrench the scalding beaker out of her dainty little hand at the first sign of pain or distress on her face. But instead of grimacing, Jasynta beamed at him over the top of the smoking beaker.
She poured a small amount of the boiling potion into a small glass and handed it to him. He took the smoking glass from her and read the anticipation and pride in her eyes. She wanted it so much to be a success.
Blake took a deep breath and knocked back the potion in one gulp. This had to work. For all their sakes.
Immediately, he coughed and sputtered as the liquid made its way down his throat.
He would have to talk to Jasynta about putting in some flavor enhancers. This stuff not only had to be good, it should taste good as well.
Junk food was so popular because people liked the taste, even if it was bad for them. So even if 'The Right Stuff' had the right stuff, people weren't going to go for it unless it tasted right.
It should taste like...her!
His eyes widened, and his senses sizzled as his whole body seemed to explode with heat and want. His blood boiled and gushed through his veins, awakening every nerve and setting every cell and neuron alight in his body. The room whirled around him, trapping him in a cyclone of jarring sounds, smells and sights. He could see everything starkly before him—the night cityscape through the window, the hairline crack on the far wall of the room, the dust motes on the meeting room table, the tiny bubbles in the beaker, everything was magnified and amplified. Every detail shot through his mind with dizzying, agonizing clarity. Blake blinked hard, and shook his head, trying to regain his balance and his orientation.
Slamming his hands down on the table to right himself, Blake roared out her name, “Jasynta!”
He took a step and stumbled, and he immediately put a hand to his spinning head. Hearing a voice, his gaze snapped up.
The spinning stopped abruptly as he became aware of only one thing in the room. A single point of heat attracted him, lured him, seduced him.
His hot, scorching gaze zeroed in on Jasynta.
CHAPTER TWO
An animal growl erupted from his throat, and he stalked forward slowly, drawn by that inviting, irresistible point of heat.
The spinning around him stopped as his buzzing, burning senses snapped together and homed in on the female who had backed away from him and was presently a blur of movement at the long table, pouring liquids and muttering incoherent words in a panic. His eyes sought her out like heat missiles through the jumble of colors and images all around him. The room receded from him, the sounds, lights and smells of the city and the entire meeting room faded from him. His vision seemed to narrow until he had only one thing in his sights. His senses burned and became sharply aware of only one thing.
Jasynta.
He could see her every movement as if in slow motion. He saw her hands trembling as she sloshed some cold water in a glass from a pitcher. He saw her blink repeatedly and caught the small quaver of her lips. He could feel and hear her lush, fleshy legs moving under her dress as she rushed about. He could feel, yes he could feel her delicious breasts pushing against her white coat with every little movement.
His entire body jolted as if he had been hit by a bolt of electricity. He was charged up with energy, and the raw energy pulsed at every pore, seeking an outlet.
He felt...so hungry. For her.
She would taste so good. He licked his lips, and heat flared up from his groin and spread through his entire body as fur raced up his arms and back. Fighting down his shift, he shook his head and stumbled back. What was he doing? Why was he feeling all hot and...hungry? That pungent golden potion had pooled in his stomach, creating an inferno in his belly. His abdomen was burning, churning, shooting sparks behind his eyes into his brain. All his senses were on fire. He could smell her acutely, her lush, female scent, and he could hear her rapid, pounding heartbeats and uneven breathing. He could feel her heat, and taste her on his tongue. He could anticipate her movements, and knew where she would be even before she moved to that spot.
He knew she would be rushing to that thick encyclopedia and in a flash, he was at the side table, slamming that distracting book shut and trapping her in his arms.
“Jasynta.” His voice was harsh and ragged, almost unrecognizable from his usual easy-going drawl. “I. Want. You. Now!”
Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard, but she didn't push him away. “Blake...” She was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed. Shakily, she put a hand on his arm. “I think...”
Think? Think?
This was no time to think! This was the time to take!
Take what was his. His!
The bear in him growled, but the man muscled in to wag a warning finger in front of the beast: Take her, yes. But if she says no, then no.
The bear glowered but chuffed in acquiescence. He would not take his mate against her will.
Both man and bear were in agreement as Blake moved towards the sexy, curvy brunette before him. She was standing just inches from him, her brown eyes registering confusion and concern.
Her touch had been like a bolt of lightning, searing his flesh and sending a megawatt of electricity through his nerves.
He moaned as he gazed down at her sweet, heart-shaped face. She blinked slowly, letting her long, dark lashes sweep down over those expressive eyes in the most alluring manner. Tilting up her face, she stared at him with those searching eyes of hers. He saw confusion in her eyes. But he also saw a spark of...desire.
The scent of her arousal flared with that spark, filling the room and sweeping everything away, leaving just the two of them. Her scent, her presence was magnetic, mesmerizing. He was so aware of her and only her, his female, his mate.
Slowly, her trembling fingers crept up his biceps. Her breath caught and again he scented a sudden rush of her arousal. She swallowed and wrapped her arms around his neck. The pull and heat between them was undeniable, unstoppable, and she seemed to surrender to it. Her eyelids fluttering half-closed, she tilted up her face, offering her mouth to him.
“Blake,” she whispered.
She didn't need to say more. That was all he needed. Just his name on her lips.
Blake pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. He heard her gasp soften into a sigh, and he tightened his arms around her. She felt so lovely, so lush and soft against him. His hands roamed all over her body as his mouth took hers. When his tongue swept across her lower lip, she let out a moan. He probed deeper, and his body jerked when her tongue met his, tangling and dancing with his.
Moving his large hands up her back, he slid her white doctor coat off her shoulders and felt the soft flowing fabric of her dress. She was wearing a light yellow dress with dainty red flowers decorating the hem, neckline and sleeves. The plunging neckline showcased her inviting cleavage beautifully, and the bright red flowers gave her complexion a rosy blush. Blake dipped his head to her neck to inhale her scent deeply. When he rested his hands on her bosom, she arched her back, pressing those bountiful breasts into his palms.
She wanted him to touch her.
His nostrils flared and his erection pulsed painfully as he scented her moisture. He groaned and closed his eyes, kneading her breasts gently with his hands. Easing the neckline down, he slipped one hand into her bra. Her nipple pebbled instantly between his fingers.
Bending down, he licked that erect nipple before taking it into his mouth. When he began to suck it hungrily, Jasynta gave a cry and speared her fingers through his hair, pressing his head to her breast and urging him to take more. He suckled her so hard he saw stars flash before his eyes. His mind and body wer
e going to explode with need.
Pushing her against the long conference table, he lowered her back onto the table and eased her legs apart so that he stood between them. Her panties were already soaked when he put his hand between her thighs. Pulling her panties off, he pushed her dress up to her waist and stared at her moist, pink folds in disbelief and wonder. She was so, so beautiful.
The sight of his mate, half naked and spread out before him, dripping and writhing with desire, sent a wave of unbridled hunger crashing over him.
With a roar, he grabbed her legs and hooked them over his massive shoulders as he knelt before her. His lips locked onto her pussy and sucked furiously. His tongue laved every inch of her, pushing into her slit and taking her hot, sweet juices. God, she did taste like honey. He was never going to have enough of her.
Her thighs were quivering and she was moaning his name as he sucked and licked her. When he took her swollen clit into his mouth, her cries became more frantic. His tongue played with her clit relentlessly until she came with a keening cry. As her juices spilled from her, he took every drop into his mouth, reveling in the taste of his mate's pleasure.
Weakly, she tried to push his head away from her but he was having none of it. He was going to give her so much pleasure that she couldn't stand it. And after he was done, she'd probably be unable to stand up and walk straight. He smirked. He would just have to carry her then. Back to his den, where they would make more honey.
He lapped up every drop of her honey and raised himself to bend over her. She was breathing heavily, her face rosy and glowing from her climax.
“Jasynta,” he growled her name.
She blinked up at him, and he saw a blush creep up her heaving bosom to her neck and face. He bent down and pressed his lips to hers, letting her taste herself on him. They moaned into each other's mouths, their mingled tastes and scents driving a fresh, fierce wave of lust surging through their bodies.
She mumbled a plea, her voice low and breathless. It was a voice that he could listen to forever. It was like honey to him, and he loved honey with a passion that was unrivaled. She was his honey, the honey to his bear and his soul.
He could feel her becoming wet again. He fumbled with his belt with one hand and got rid of his pants in a blur of movement. The need to claim her was making his bear wild and crazed with lust. The bear was clawing so near the surface, ramming against his mental shields, bellowing to be let out. The bear wanted to claim its mate right now. The man wanted to savor his mate, drive her to ecstasy again and again.
The ache in his groin was becoming unbearable. Blake needed to be inside her. He closed his eyes, his control in shreds, as the head of his agonizing erection pressed against her hot, wet folds.
He had thought of her, wanted her, fantasized about her for nights. Would she dig her nails into his back and scream when he plunged into her again and again? Would she scream his name like how she had screamed in his fantasies?
How would it feel to be fully inside his mate?
Would it drive him mindless with need and pleasure?
Blake didn't get to find out.
With an ear-splitting bang and a shout, the meeting room door flew wide open.
The door slammed into the wall and bounced to and fro against the wall and Lucas's broad shoulder as he stood in the doorway.
“And let me introduce...”
Blake heard Jasynta make a tiny sound of shock and mortification before stiffening and wilting completely beneath him.
Blake's hackles rose, together with his maddened beast. He would protect his mate, her modesty and her honor.
The bear would kill for his mate.
Between one raging snarl and the next, Blake had shifted into bear form to face the two astounded men. The two alpha wolves had unwittingly stepped into a meeting room which, unknown to them, had become a mating den for a bear.
CHAPTER THREE
Jasynta froze when the door of the meeting room was thrown wide open and Lucas Rieve, the PAC Alpha strolled in, his deep, resonant voice booming through the meeting room. “And let me introduce Mr Dax Ferro, the PAC's newly appointed legal counsel...”
Lucas jerked violently to a halt at the door, almost knocking into the tall, smartly suited lawyer beside him.
In a heartbeat, Blake had shifted to his bear form. The bear emerged fully, bursting to the fore to protect its mate. Instead of a man, a big, angry bear with golden fur and blazing blue eyes was now crouched over the long table.
Both men at the door kept their eyes on Blake, not even attempting to shift their gazes to the squirming witch beneath him. Not that they could see anything even if they tried. Blake had made sure that she was completely and fully covered by his body, his golden fur bristling and rising to make sure that she was totally shielded from the sharp, intense gazes of the two tall men.
Jasynta was still lying on her back on the table, and she tried to breathe through the heavy mass of fur that was pressing down protectively and possessively over her.
Blake growled, moving his massive body forward to obscure a half-naked, panting and fully panicking witch from the surprised gazes of the two men at the door. Blake lowered his body further, intent on shielding her from the eyes of the PAC Alpha and the newly appointed PAC lawyer.
The bear growled threateningly. Blake would not allow the two men to see his mate in such a state, with her dress hiked up to her waist, sprawled on her back over the table, writhing and panting. No one would see her like this. His show of aggression and possession made it clear that that erotic sight was meant for his eyes only.
Jasynta held her breath and twisted her face to peek through the dense golden fur enveloping her. She saw Lucas standing by the door, his lips about to twitch into a grin.
Dax Ferro, on the other hand, was the consummate lawyer. She knew that he was a very tough, resourceful and successful lawyer, and kept a very busy schedule—in the boardroom, the courtroom and the bedroom. Dax kept his gray eyes steadily on Blake, showing no fear or challenge. If he was at all surprised or amused at the hairy, furry situation he had just walked in on, he didn't show it.
Jasynta wasn't surprised at the lawyer's quiet confidence and collected poise in the face of a hulking, maddened bear. Dax was an alpha wolf, like Lucas. But from what she'd heard from her sister Melynda, Dax was more of a lone wolf. Dark, brooding and unpredictable.
Blake was leaning forward, warning the two men at the door from coming any nearer.
“Dax, this is Council member Blake Madden. You're seeing him now in his bear form. Hopefully at our next meeting, you'll get to meet his human half, which is by far his better half,” Lucas said with a smirk. “Come, Dax, I'll show you the indoor obstacle course that our trainers use to train the new recruits to our Enforcement Unit.”
As Lucas pulled the door shut after Dax, Jasynta heard the Alpha give a low chuckle.
Lucas was a good Alpha who took the welfare of his PAC members and the paranormal and human community of New Moon City seriously. He was also an astute judge of character. If Lucas trusted Dax Ferro, then the PAC members shouldn't have any difficulty working with Dax even though she had often heard Melynda complaining and griping about Dax. But Melynda complained and griped a lot, about her boss Dax Ferro in particular. From the little she saw, Jasynta thought that Dax was a pretty decent, discreet chap, even if he had a slightly dark and dangerous streak about him. Well, that dangerous steak would serve him well. As the appointed PAC lawyer, he would have to watch the backs and cover the asses of all the PAC members.
A pretty dangerous and frankly, impossible job that was.
She had to pity the guy.
But she knew that Blake would show him no pity and no mercy whatsoever if he had caught even the slightest glimpse of her bare legs and body. Blake would likely rip out the guy's eyes and feed them to him.
Once the door closed completely behind Lucas and Dax, Jasynta began to wiggle and squirm and tried to get her voice out. Her fist shot out a
nd pounded into a massive shoulder.
“Mmm, hmmph, mmmph, can't b-breathe! Blake!”
“Oh my God! Jasynta!” Blake shifted back to human form in a flash and jumped up.
Jasynta sat up and gulped in mouthfuls of air,. Her face felt rather squashed and prickly. She hurriedly smoothed her dress back down and tried to stand up.
“Are you okay?” Blake asked, putting out a hand to steady her.
“You...almost suffocated me,” she wheezed, swallowing huge, uneven breaths.
“I...I'm sorry.” But he didn't sound too sorry. “I will not let any male see...” My mate naked!
Blake sucked in a shuddering breath, his fists and jaw so tightly clenched she could hear the sound of knuckles popping and teeth grinding.
Jasynta looked down and ran a hand through her disheveled curls. She must look a right mess. And, she was missing a few garments, wasn't she? When she turned in a circle, her eyes scanning the floor, Blake rushed to pick up her white coat and dusted it off before handing it to her. She shrugged into it and straightened the collars smartly.
She was in her stiff white coat and her dress had been carefully straightened, but under her dress, she was missing something. Something he had ripped away.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Blake swoop down swiftly and surreptitiously snare her ripped panties in his fist.
She whirled on him, and the smirk vanished from his face.
“What do you have there?” she demanded.
“What? Where?”
“There, in your hand.”
Blake stuck out his left hand, and showed her his empty palm.
“Your other hand,” she said, her eyes narrowing.
He kept his right hand stubbornly behind his back. “There's nothing in my other hand.”
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