His lips brushed the back of my neck and I quivered. My fingers shook as I tried to get a grip.
“Please …” I whispered, wetting my lips.
His hot breath was right where I wanted his lips, his teeth. He had told me how mates marked each other. I wanted that with him. No more questioning, no more worrying.
Quentin turned me and claimed my lips. He wrapped his fingers around mine and moved us backward. So lost in his kisses, I didn’t even feel his hand roaming under my shirt until he growled against my lips.
“No bra.”
“It’s a matching set.”
His eyes darkened. He pulled my shirt off, his mouth latched onto a waiting, aching nipple. I cried out with delight, throwing my head back. His swift hands took care of my pants, which I stepped out of, kicking them away. My backside hit our new addition to his penthouse. Our home.
Quentin’s fingers brushed at my opening and how ready I was for him. I would always be. He released his hold on my breast and returned to my wanting mouth. His tongue teased and played. He turned me away and I heard the soft rasp of his zipper. My insides fluttered and excitement filled me.
Quentin was going to make good on his promise, and I couldn’t wait.
First there was rustling then a quiet thud of his shirt hitting the floor. He bent me over the arm of the couch. He positioned himself. I could feel his skin against mine, every part of me wanting to be closer. I pressed my backside a little closer, my back curved. He grunted his approval. Slowly, he nudged my hair out of the way.
My eyes fluttered shut when I felt the tip of him teasing my entrance. My stomach emptied and ached for more. I could feel my insides already clenching ready to take him in. His teeth brushed the curve of my neck.
“Which first, Winifred?”
I couldn’t get the words out. I was panting too hard. He was so close to me. So hot. My mind turned to mush.
“Winifred.” He teased me with his lips, a small scrape, and his cock pushing in just a little then out before I could feel him.
“Both …” I whispered.
“What was that?”
“God, both.”
He complied.
Quentin’s teeth sank into the soft flesh of my neck while his cock filled me. He moved his hips, never releasing his hold on my neck. I was a puddle of nothing in seconds. My body had been so primed and ready for him, I started to ride the wave of an orgasm before he moved. I cried out again, this time screaming his name.
He released his hold on my neck and leaned me farther into the couch. He slammed harder and harder. I urged him on with my delighted little squeals and moans.
Quentin moved faster and lifted me closer to his teeth again. He roared as he came and clamped his teeth down once again. I came with him and started to feel the twist and tug of our mating.
“I’m growing to like this couch.”
I stifled my laugh into his bare chest. He had moved us to the couch to rest. We had been snuggling together what felt like seconds, but could have been hours. He traced his mating mark over and over. Pride shone in his eyes every time he did.
I grabbed his hand and pressed his fingertips to my lips.
“You’re not upset?”
“With what?”
“That I’m not some pure-breed, big-big cat?”
“Why would I care? You’re my mate. Every part of you. I love you.”
“You love me?” I questioned, my voice airy, unbelieving.
He tipped my head upward and pressed his lips against mine.
“More than anything else in this world.”
“I love you, too.”
Epilogue
Quentin
Leviathan, the bar where I had rarely visited without prompt from Damien or Lucas, loomed in front of me. The outside was lined with a large dilapidated porch. The steps were uneven and creaked under the slightest of weights.
I despised coming here, but Lucas requested my assistance. He was annoyed with both Dominic and my recent matings. He had told me it took away too much of our time. Either way he had been locked up with Winifred’s friend from the bar, Mazy. I didn’t know why he would complain.
I stepped inside the dim lighted bar. Behind the counter Moss stood tall, silent, and deadly. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his green eyes glowing under the slight light. He was one dangerous looking shifter that I would never want to get on the wrong side of. He’d have to be owning a bar like this.
“There he is!” my Cajun friend called out. He looked worse for wear, his skin was a little more pale than normal. I walked over to the old, scarred bar where he was sitting with a fresh drink in front of him. Moss stepped over raising a brow at me, but I shook my head. I wasn’t planning on staying.
“Because you called about a hundred times.”
“You never answered me to let me know if it’s safe for Mazy.” His tone darkened as if this was more than a favor. As if he cared for my mate’s friend. I had a hard time believing that coming from the notorious womanizer. Then again it hadn’t been so long before that we were in this very bar and I said that these things come in threes.
“It’s safe. As far as I am aware. You are our tech guy; see if there is a hit out there for either one of our girls,” I said.
“I will.” He slammed back his drink and stared ahead of him, lost in his own thoughts. “And she isn’t my girl.”
“Maybe not yet, my friend.” I slapped his back and stood. “But I’m off to be with my girl.”
Lucas nodded absently.
The End
GET CAUGHT UP
FREELANCE
A MERCENARY NOVELLA
DOMINIC AND EDEN
Finally free from her overprotective shifter parents, Eden is ready to discover what it means to live like a human. However, a night out at a club brings her face to face with a shifter mercenary claiming she’s his mark. The human world isn’t all she’d hoped it would be, but it will take a lot more than some hitman to make her give up her freedom and go running home.
Dominic has completed every job he’s ever accepted, gaining respect and notoriety as a mercenary. He lives by his motto: Mercs don’t ask questions; money gets any job done. When he discovers his next mark is human and his mate, he realized there might be something more important than his reputation.
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Mazy’s been paying off a loan shark for several years with no problems. However, an attempt to help a friend lands her in a heap more trouble that’s jeopardizing everything. If she doesn’t make her next payment on time, the gang of shifter slave-traders now after her will be the least of her worries. She needs help, but the last person she wants it from is the sexy Cajun shifter who’s been getting under her skin.
Lucas has watched Mazy for a long time. Having a chance to bring her home, even under the pretense of protection is just what the mercenary needs to win her over. Only, she wants nothing to do with him. First chance she gets, she runs, and as he tracks her, he realizes she’s in more trouble than he’d first thought. Nothing will stop him from protecting his mate. Not even her.
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APOLLO AND MALLORY
After months of being in coma, Mallory is finally awake and in more danger than ever. The loan shark who had kept her alive doesn’t want payment. He wants her as his mate. Stolen only hours after awakening, her only hope for rescue lays in a stranger’s voice, she can barely remember.
Apollo only needs to watch over the girl in the hospital bed to repay a debt. However, there’s something about her that calls to his wolf. When the girl is taken, Apollo will do anything to get her back. Sweet Mallory is his, and he isn’t letting her go without a fight.
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