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Tyler’s breathing was coming in harsh gasps. Shaz opened her eyes and stared, fascinated, as he fought for control.
“I know where the damn camera is,” he snarled. “You don’t think I want to smash it and just take you? I’m a security expert, I could hack in and delete the feed.” His lips pulled back, flashing his fangs. “But I couldn’t bear the chance of someone else seeing you. Plus, you’re famous, I can’t risk it would be leaked somehow and hurt you.”
Tyler’s words, echoing her own thoughts, made Shaz’s heart swell. Even now, when he was literally shaking with his need to fuck, he was putting her first. The ding of the bell as they arrived at her floor had never sounded sweeter.
“Thank fuck, let’s go.” Tyler dragged her out of the elevator to her penthouse apartment. His mouth crashed down on hers, devouring her lips. They kissed until they were both breathless. Shaz was shaking so much she dropped her key twice before she managed to get it in the lock. Tyler pushed her into the hallway, sweeping her into his arms as her quivering legs seemed unable to move quickly enough.
“Which door?” he growled.
“Second on the left.” Her voice shook. She was just as desperate to fuck as Tyler but she couldn’t resist teasing just a little. To pull the cat’s tail. “What happened to waiting until we get to your place? Scent marking, ownership and all that shifter stuff?”
“To hell with that. I can’t wait any longer. We’re getting naked…now. I’m fucking you until you can’t stand…now.” He stared down at her, holding her gaze. “I’m giving you notice. Wherever we fuck doesn’t matter because you are mine.”
Tyler kicked open the door and carried Shaz to the bed. King-size, thank fuck. He was a big guy and he needed a big bed for the kind of play he had in mind with his mate. His mate, his mountain lion roared in dominant possession. Cat and man were in total agreement. To hell with going slow. The way her soft curves quivered when she shook with hunger at his words made him hard as steel and the enticing scent of her pussy had his balls aching to claim her.
He dropped her onto the covers, enjoying the view as her gorgeous tits bounced and her skirt fluttered up, leaving her thighs and tiny silk panties on show. The damp material clung to her pussy. Her bare legs weren’t stick thin but shapely with soft curves. Toeing off his boots at speed, Tyler unzipped and yanked off his jeans. He’d gone commando so all he had to do was pull his shirt off over his head and he was naked and ready.
He grinned as Shaz’s eyes widened and her tongue circled her mouth as if her lips were suddenly too dry. He stalked to the edge of the bed and knelt next to her. Her arousal enveloped him and her wide, excited gaze enticed him. He needed to touch…to taste.
Tyler ran his tongue along his mate’s inner thigh, pausing at the lush expanse of tender flesh at the top that trembled so enticingly. Tyler sucked at the sensitive area, feeling Shaz push against his mouth. The scent of her arousal grew and Tyler gave in to the urge to bite just hard enough to break the surface, marring the soft, perfect skin. His reward was a shudder of delight that rippled through her body. A mate’s bite released chemicals into the blood that enhanced sex.
“Did you mark me?” Shaz’s voice was slurred with desire. Her eyelids were half-closed, heavy with pleasure. Her breasts strained against the wraparound top as she breathed in deeply and arched her body.
“Yes.” He tenderly soothed the wound with a slow lick. “My mate-pledge to you but it doesn’t become a mate-mark until you accept me.”
“I thought it was on the neck.”
“It can be but I love your thighs, all that voluptuous flesh. And so close to your tight, sweet-smelling cunt.” His claws flashed, severing the thin ties of the panties that hugged her curvy hips. The scraps of silk slid off her smooth skin and Tyler stared at her bare pussy, glistening with her need for him, and felt his heart stutter. He couldn’t breathe. “So fucking gorgeous,” he hissed.
He cupped her rounded ass in his large hands and leaned forward, unable to resist any longer. His mate’s clit was already peeking out of its protective hood, calling to him. Tyler sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, gently at first and then harder, grazing and teasing the nub with his fangs as her moans grew louder.
He could feel the cream flowing from her pussy, coating his tongue as he licked deeper. Tyler wanted to devour every drop, she tasted so perfect. Her heated core tightened around him, fucking his tongue. Holding her with one muscled arm, he pressed his free hand into the slight roundness of her stomach, forcing her to stay still as he dragged his tongue up against her pussy lips.
Her clit was fully engorged now—blush-pink, hard and needy and beautiful. He could feel his mountain lion prowling, urging him on. It was time to hunt and take their mate. He blew gently on the sensitive bud, his smile turning feral as her stomach muscles grew taut. He stroked the soft, warm skin, knowing his touch would soothe her agitated need a little, and loving her strength as she tried to take control. He smirked. That wasn’t going to happen.
Slowly, deliberately, he circled her clit then scraped his slightly roughened chin across it. The friction would provide the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain to push her over the edge. He repeated the movement, gaining speed, loving how her breathy mewls turned into growls as she approached her climax. Her head moved restlessly from side to side and her hands twisted the cover.
“Too much,” she gasped and tried to jerk away but Tyler was merciless.
His mate was strong but he could easily hold her in place. He was going to torture her with pleasure, make her come harder than she’d ever done before. He took the reddened bud back into the heat of his mouth, feeling it pulse against his tongue as he sucked and licked faster until she clenched her quivering thighs around his face. She was screaming now, crying out his name. Tyler felt a surge of joy and his mountain lion roared in triumph. They had brought their mate to climax—nothing was more important.
Tyler ignored the throbbing pain in his eager cock as it jumped and flexed on the covers. It wanted nothing more than to thrust deep within her tight wetness but first he would complete her pleasure. Continue the bonding process. His mate’s needs would always come first.
He slowly softened the pressure, gentling his tongue to caress and soothe as she whimpered and bucked in the aftershocks of orgasm, gently bringing her shivering body back down from the ecstatic high before he released his grasp and slid back to watch as Shaz slumped onto the bed. Her legs flopped to either side in complete exhaustion, allowing him a view of the shining trails of moisture that tracked the rounded softness of her inner thighs.
He crawled up, using the strength of his large muscled body to surround her until he was kneeling over her with his cock, smearing pre-cum onto her stomach. The scent of his arousal on her skin would mark her as his to any shifters but it wasn’t enough to satisfy the hunger of his cat. It was demanding total possession.
Without a word Tyler grasped the edges of Shaz’s shirt and ripped it open. A single claw dispensed with her bra. Ignoring her gasp of shock, Tyler feasted on the expanse of flushed caramel skin and dark-coral nipples that were pebbled with excitement and begging to be touched. His hands cupped her breasts, pushing them up until her flesh spilled over his fingers. He squeezed the soft globes, reveling in their weight, thumbs dragging over the hardened peaks.
“Going to fuck you now, mate,” he whispered. “Going to own your pussy.”
Shaz’s eyes had darkened until the warm brown was almost the same color as her black hair, and she nodded jerkily. With that Tyler released her breasts, his hands smoothing along her rib cage, cupping her narrow waist and following the flare of her hips until he grasped her ankles and placed them on his shoulders. With one smooth thrust he entered her. No more teasing was needed. Hot, tight folds grasped his cock, squeezing and pulling him in. “Fuck,” he snarled. Nothing in his entire life had felt this good…this right.
Tyler fucked harder, feeling every flutter and clench of her cunt. Delighting in e
very gasp and moan. “I love the way you come around me. Take your pleasure, mate. Take me,” he commanded.
Shaz’s response was to tighten her already wire-taut stomach muscles and flex up against him, meeting his every thrust with her own in a perfect match of speed and ferocity. Her growls now came in high-pitched bursts of furious need, like a female mountain lion in heat. The sound was so intoxicating and sexy Tyler shook with the urge to turn his head and sink his fangs into her quivering thigh that lay temptingly close. His mountain lion roared but Tyler resisted.
A bite now, as he fucked deep and hard into his mate, would mean an immediate mating. He wouldn’t take that choice away from Shaz. With her, he was greedy. He wanted it all—her desire, trust, love—so his damn animal would learn some fucking patience.
She was close to coming. He could feel it in the way her cunt muscles squeezed his cock hungrily. He leaned forward to deepen the angle of his thrust, making sure he rubbed against her clit each time until she shuddered around his length. Her legs tightened, her face flushed and her head dropped back and she screamed. Tyler’s balls tightened and he slammed into her body, every nerve on fire with the need to come. To fill her with his seed. He jerked and gasped until the final jet of cum flooded her pussy before he allowed himself to collapse in a heap for a second.
Even exhausted and exhilarated by fucking his mate, his protective instinct kicked in and he rolled so Shaz was lying on his side and not crushed by his weight. It was then he heard the rustle.
Chapter Four
The surprise present was under the pillow. A photo, taken as Shaz had left the hospital with her arm bandaged. A red slash of ink sliced her throat. Not so pretty now, bitch was scrawled on the bottom with such force it tore the paper. Tyler felt a surge of rage race through him and he squeezed his fist, crumpling the image…but not before Shaz spotted it.
If he hadn’t been totally in love with his mate already, then he’d have fallen now. She stared at the scrap of paper for a long moment before smoothing it carefully out. She looked at the image and then met Tyler’s gaze. He wanted to hold her close and swear to her he’d keep her safe but all he could do was stare back.
“Do you know what this is?” she whispered, and his throat tightened as the words freak, coward and fucking dead bastard fought for supremacy.
Instead he sat in silence as she tore the paper in two, dropped it into the bin next to the bed and then sat back to smile at him. “This is nothing. Just a stupid act by an obsessive man.” She took his hand, placing it on her breast so he could feel her heart thump and her nipple push against his palm. “He will never touch me like you do. Never make me gasp with pleasure like you do. Never put me first. Never protect me. Never know me. The real me, not this fantasy he has in his head.”
Shame seared Tyler. He didn’t deserve his mate’s praise and absolute faith. “He got into your apartment and I didn’t realize,” he ground out. “I’m a shifter, for fuck’s sake. I should have scented him straightaway.” Color flashed his sharp cheekbones. “Instead I was too damn busy getting in your panties to notice anything but how fucking beautiful you are and how much I love and want you as my mate.”
He glanced across at Shaz. Her expression hadn’t changed but he had to get her to understand how badly he’d screwed up. “Derek and Magda were right. I’m so in love with you I can’t think straight when you’re near, let alone act like a professional.” He forced the words out. “I’ll get Jake to be your bodyguard.”
Shaz said nothing and Tyler’s heart froze with pain as she didn’t even bother to argue. It’s for the best, he thought as his mountain lion curled into a tight ball of misery.
“You love me.”
The words were so quiet only a shifter would hear them. Tyler frowned. “Of course,” he replied.
“I didn’t realize. Didn’t understand you could feel so strongly and so quickly. You never said love. You only said need and want.”
Tyler stared, confused. “I must have done,” he muttered.
“No. You’ve called me your mate and mine but you’ve never said I love you before.” Shaz gave him a dry look. “Trust me,” she said. “I would remember.”
His mate’s attempt at a gruff, dominant male shifter voice made Tyler smile and a little of the ice around his heart melt. “I thought you understood,” he said dazedly. “A shifter adores his mate. Loves her above all others. Would die for her.”
A smug grin appeared on Shaz’s beautiful face. “So you can just stop spouting all that nonsense about Jake taking over, because you just described the best bodyguard in the world.”
Tyler shook his head. “Of course I would die for you,” he argued, “but I’m too involved. When I’m with you I forget everything else.”
Shaz gave him an unimpressed look. “Then start acting like the professional owner of a security company,” she snapped. “Keep me safe. Find Karl. Let me get my real life back and then we can see where this relationship goes.”
This time it was Tyler’s turn to grin. “He came into your apartment,” he said.
Shaz nodded. “Not wildly happy about that,” she admitted. “So what?”
Tyler grabbed the two scraps of paper. “He’ll have been caught on camera breaking into your apartment and we have evidence of a threat.” His grin widened. “Plus I have the bastard’s scent. If he gets too close to you, I’ll know and I’ll be able to track him.” He started dressing hurriedly before rummaging in Shaz’s wardrobe and producing a bag. “Here,” he said. “Pack a few necessities. I want you secure in the safety of my home as soon as possible. We can go shopping later.”
Shaz nodded, opening drawers and quickly folding and placing items neatly in the bag. “Done,” she said after five minutes.
Tyler looked impressed. “I thought it would take a lot longer,” he admitted as they made their way to the elevator and out to the car, Tyler watching carefully all the way, only relaxing slightly when they were out into the flow of traffic.
Shaz laughed. “I used to do a lot of traveling when I was starting out as a model in London,” she said. “I had to learn to pack light with clothes suitable for any occasion. It’s only been the past couple of years since I became famous and moved to LA that I’ve been able to have a real home.”
* * * * *
Tyler pulled up to a pretty wooden house overlooking the valley. Since it was built on the hillside, the garage was at street level and he drove straight in. There was a door leading outside and Shaz caught a glimpse of steps.
“Emergency exit in case the front is blocked,” Tyler said matter-of-factly, before leading her through another exit into the house.
The first floor was open-plan with large windows to the rear taking advantage of the amazing view. Shaz was stunned. She’d thought her penthouse was impressive and knew how much of her income as a successful model it had cost. Tyler’s house must be worth a fortune but it wasn’t a typical rich bachelor’s place with uncomfortable designer furniture. It was a real home.
“This is beautiful,” she whispered.
Tyler shrugged but she could tell he was pleased. “People think being in Special Forces is nonstop action,” he said, “but there’s also a lot of waiting around. I started reading up on investing. Used my hazard pay and got lucky. Enough to buy this and set up the business when I came out of the service.”
Shaz didn’t comment but she knew that luck hadn’t been involved as much as hard work, focus and intelligence, and her respect for Tyler grew. “How about you show me the rest of the house?” she asked instead.
Upstairs there were three bedrooms, the master suite with the same stunning view of the valley below.
“Where do we sleep?”
Shaz saw the grin widen on Tyler’s face as he caught the pronoun. She’d guessed he would offer her a guest room but what was the point? She wasn’t a teenager. She knew what, or rather who, she wanted. She smirked. And he definitely wanted her. Her body was still aching slightly—in the best way�
��from his overwhelming sensual domination. She dropped the bag on the absolutely huge bed.
“Do you mind if I have a shower?” she asked, smiling. “I didn’t have time earlier and I’d like to freshen up.”
Tyler swept her into an embrace. “I don’t know why you’d want to do that,” he murmured huskily. “You smell…”
“Of you.”
He laughed. “I was going to say delicious and enticing but I like your answer better.”
He kissed her neck and Shaz tilted her head to allow him greater access. Each time he kissed or caressed her, it just felt better, she thought dreamily. Maybe there is something to this mate business after all?
* * * * *
The next few weeks did nothing to dispel that feeling. Tyler was as wonderful a friend as he was a lover and Shaz quickly got used to his company and missed him on the odd occasion when he couldn’t be there and had to reluctantly get Jake to watch over her. He went to her photo shoots and stood at the back, arms folded as he watched the photographer and models. Well, the male models. It was as if the females didn’t exist.
Loads of times she’d had to hold back the laughter when he’d politely but firmly knocked back offers from models who called themselves friends but didn’t hesitate to go after Tyler as soon as they thought she wasn’t looking.
Yet he was so sweet when they met fans of her Beauty is NOT a Number blog, waiting patiently as she chatted and posed for selfies. He’d been interested about the blog, asking one night as they sat outside on the terrace, sipping red wine, eating steak and salad and enjoying the soft, warm air, why she’d set it up. And Shaz found herself opening up about her past in a way she’d only ever done with her agent and friend.