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“Do you have any idea how fucking good you feel wrapped around my cock?” he asked as he thrust inside her from behind while he caressed her breasts, unable to get enough of them.

He’d never been a breast man, but now he was a convert.

She chuckled weakly as she reached back and placed her hand on his ass, encouraging him to keep going. “I have a pretty good idea since you keep asking me that,” she said on a sultry moan that had him licking his lips and pushing deeper inside her, pausing for a few seconds to savor the feel of wet, silky walls caressing his cock.

“So fucking good,” he growled, simply because it needed to be said as he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.

“Is that why you woke me up?” she asked, pushing her ass back against him as he continued to fuck her.

“Because I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he foolishly admitted, but then again, there was no way that he could hide how much he wanted her or how she affected him.

No matter how many times he’d fucked her tonight, and he’d actually lost count, it didn’t seem to be enough. He wanted her more each time. It was becoming an addiction being inside her, one that he would never willingly give up.

He already knew that it had nothing to do with the fact that she was still at the early stages of her first mating heat. With every release that he gave her, the scent of her need had begun to fade. He knew that it would hit her again, stronger next time, but that was fine with him. He was more than up to the challenge, he assured himself as he pushed back inside her, loving the way that her soft curves felt against his body.

He could happily fuck her for the rest of his life and since she was his mate, he planned on doing just that. He knew that he should be spending this time questioning her and finally getting the answers that he’d been waiting years for, but he also knew that she wasn’t ready to tell him, because


she didn’t trust him yet.

After all the years they’d spent fucking each other over it was going to be difficult for her to trust him with something that she’d refused to tell even Mick about, and yes, he’d questioned the large bouncer. As Alpha it was his right and if he’d thought for one second that the bouncer was lying to him or keeping something from him, it would have also been his right to tear Mick’s throat out. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately for Mick, he hadn’t known anything about what had sent Kara fleeing from her Pack. The only thing her cousin knew was that she was in danger and needed somewhere safe to hide.

That was it.

Mick being Mick never asked too many questions, because all he’d cared about was making sure that the little girl that had shown up at his door, dirty, covered from head to toe with scratches and scrapes, malnourished and terrified was taken care of. Mick had asked his cousin what happened, but she’d shut down, refusing to talk and Mick being Mick, hadn’t asked any more questions.

When Mick had approached his father and asked for sanctuary for his cousin, he’d been willing to risk expulsion from the Pack just to keep her safe. The only people that knew what really happened was Kara, who wasn’t ready to trust him yet, and Drew’s father, who he hadn’t seen in nearly sixty years, not since he’d chased him out of town.

That meant that he was going to have to earn her trust if he wanted to know her secret. Since he had absolutely no fucking clue how to go about earning her trust, he was going to have to be patient and follow her lead. As Alpha, he wasn’t used to being patient, but for her, he would do whatever he had to in order to earn her trust.

“Drew,” she moaned his name as he made his thrusts shallower, making sure to hit that spot right behind her little clit the way that she liked it.

“You feel absolutely fucking amazing,” he repeated, unable to help himself.

“Please don’t stop, she begged on a moan as she slammed her generous ass back against him, desperate for more and telling him exactly how badly she needed to get fucked.

Pressing one last kiss to her nape, he shifted until he had her on her stomach, put all his weight on his hands, arched his back and slammed into her, loving the little moans and whimpers that she made with each thrust.

Licking his lips hungrily, he arched his back even more so that he could slide his cock deeper inside her. As his orgasm built in his spine, his fangs dropped and his eyes shifted to silver. Leaning down, he pressed another kiss to the back of her neck before he opened his mouth, turned his head and sank his fangs into the side of her neck, remarking her and sending her screaming as her walls tightened around his cock and threatened to break it in two as she screamed her way through another orgasm.

Chapter 31

“Kill it!” Kara screamed as she cowered on the large boulder, hugging herself as she rocked back and forth, praying that Drew was able to kill it before it had a chance to attack her.

Instead of doing as she’d begged, Drew just stood there, blinking and looking a little confused as he looked from her to the huge praying mantis positioned a good twenty feet away from her, waiting for the right moment to attack her.

When it twitched its front leg, Kara screamed and moved as far back from the vicious bug as the boulder would allow, which unfortunately wasn’t very far. Instead of getting Drew to move his ass and kill the evil creature before it could kill them all, he blinked again, looked from the bug watching her with an intensity that was terrifying and then back to her before saying, “You’re a shifter.”

When it shifted its little head as it studied her, trying to decide the best way to take her down and eat her, she screamed again, which once again earned another confused look from Drew as he gestured helplessly towards her. “But, you’re a shifter,” he said as though that somehow was supposed to make a difference.

“So?” she snapped, wondering what his damn point was, but more importantly why he wasn’t killing the little bastard before it could attack them.

Raising his hands and letting them drop as though he didn’t know what else to say, he once again reminded her of something that she already knew, “You’re a shifter.”

“Your point?” she demanded, wondering if she should shift now and try to make a run for it or look for a weapon to defend herself before it made its move, and there was no doubt in her mind that the sick little bastard was just waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

“My point is that you’re a shifter!” he said impatiently as he rammed his fingers through his hair and stared at her as though he couldn’t understand what the problem was.


Tags: R.L. Mathewson Pyte/Sentinel Fantasy