by PJ Schnyder
He grazed her with his teeth as he ran his finger along her entrance, rewarded by hot wetness. Running his tongue against her on another long stroke, he clamped his lips over her clit and slid a finger inside the deep heat of her.
“Adam!”
She came in the shelter of his hands and mouth as he gently stroked her through her orgasm. She lay trembling, covered in a fine sheen of sweat as she came down from the intensity. Throbbing with the need to be inside her, he rose up and covered her with his own body.
"I need to feel you inside me." Beautiful eyes devoured him, deep brown with a ring of gold. Completely with him, she looked up at him, woman and cat.
Her hands slid over his waist and urged him, spreading across his back. He nudged the tip of his erection against her entrance and she gasped, reaching up hungrily to kiss him. He gave her his mouth and then slowly slid into her.
She arched to meet him, her head falling back, her silken hair cascading away from flushed cheeks, revealing the beauty of her face. Tiny muscles deep inside her clutched his entire length, and Adam groaned. She was hot and tight all around him.
“Forever,” she whispered.
Adam licked the tiny wound already closing on her chest, confident it would mark her for a lifetime. “Forever.”
And then he began to move inside her. A low noise came from her throat as she buried her head against his shoulder. His entire focus narrowed to the feel of her body under his and the feel of his cock moving inside her. Slow at first, he rocked against her, grinding his hips into hers, penetrating deeper and deeper. She wrapped her legs around his waist, a perfect fit for him, tight and able to take his entire length.
Her wet heat clenched around him, her body ready for another climax. He held her down at the hip, pulling back until the tip of his penis teased at her entrance.
She made a frustrated noise, trying to encourage him with hands and legs. He chuckled.
"Damn it, Adam." She bared her teeth and snarled at him.
He drove inside her, burying himself to the hilt. He caught her cry with a deep kiss, plundering her mouth as he plunged into her welcoming heat again and again. Her body clenched around his length and her back arched under him as she came, driving him past any remaining control. He came, riding the crest of pleasure with her.
Both their wounds had closed by the time they lay side by side, hidden by sheltering shrubs and trees. Mackenzie lightly traced the new scar forming a slight crescent on Adam's skin.
It wasn't like other scars, puckered and ugly. It curved in a clean line over his heart. Hers looked the same and peace came with the thought. She savored his warmth, wrapping her in love and safety.
He would protect her for all of forever they had together. The certainty of it supported by the new awareness singing between them, a song only the two of them could hear, created by threads of melody and harmony from each of them.
Van had taken her blood without her consent, while his song had whispered like ice in her veins, a tenuous beat clashing with the rhythm of her heart.
Adam must have sensed the remembered echo in their own song, because he smiled at her and dipped his head to kiss the mark he'd given her. Love washed through her, banishing the dead man's touch from her skin, her heart, and her soul.
Finally, her curiosity came to the forefront and she broke the happy silence between them. “Aren't these supposed to be where people can see them? I thought the point was for people to know we belong to each other.”
“These are for us.” He released her and then tucked a stray hair behind her ear when she lifted her face to him. “Everyone knows anyway.”
“What, that we're together?” She looked up into his eyes, amber ringed in gold. Both the man and the cat returned her gaze, both complete and happy.
“That you are my heart.”
Heat and joy bloomed in her face, rising across her cheeks. Finding the words that would make him whole, she whispered, “And you're my Sentinel.”
The End
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born and raised in the Northeast, PJ Schnyder spent her childhood pretending to study for the SAT’s by reading every fantasy and sci-fi novel she could borrow from the local and school libraries. She scored fairly high in the verbal portion.
PJ was introduced to the wonderful world of romance a decade later by her best friend at an anime convention in Seattle.
She now lives somewhere temperate, watching the seasons go by with her two dogs and super stealthy ninja kitty, writing her stories.
You can visit PJ at her website:
http://www.pjschnyder.com