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  They jogged down the front steps, her pack thudding against her side. Trent’s state-issued vehicle was a shiny black SUV with “POLICE” in big white block letters. Under it, eclipsed in the white paint was “INTERCEPTOR” written in black. Some kind of up-scooping metal grate lined the front and protected the grill and hood. On the roof, just above the windshield was a bar of lights, red on the left, blue on the right. All in all, very spiffy. She wondered if he’d ridden over with the lights flashing.

  He tugged her to the passenger side, opened the door and lifted her inside as if she weighed all of ten pounds. The interior, just as immaculate as the exterior, smelled like him. Clean. Woodsy. She looked around at the gadgets, the computer screen and rifle in the front seat. A clear divider separated the back from the front, she guessed for when he had to transport people—shifters—to the station.

  He reached across her body, his warm, minty breath painting her mouth, grabbed the seat belt and buckled her in. He smoothed his hand up her thigh, pushing up her skirt ever so slightly before his lips found hers for a quick kiss.

  “Wouldn’t want to get a ticket.”

  The ride back to his house would have been utterly silent if not for the static coming from the radio, codes she didn’t understand dispersing the quiet. The tires hummed over the highway and the trees lining the road were a blur. Her pulse, too fast for its own good, thundered in her ears as Trent expertly navigated the evening traffic. Nerves settled in, only ratcheting up higher at the hungry look in Trent’s gaze each time he eyed her bare legs.

  “Will ’Miah be home tonight?” she asked when they bumped over the empty gravel drive, Jeremiah’s truck nowhere in sight.

  “Don’t know, don’t care.”

  Trent put the SUV in park, shut off the engine and was out of the car and at her door in the blink of an eye. He unbuckled her belt and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist in the same instant their mouths found each other. Under her skirt, skin on skin, he cupped her ass and groaned.

  Between hot, drugging kisses, he uttered, “You’re fucking naked under this skirt. You’re going to kill me, Sam, you know that, right?”

  They kissed, nibbled and teased the entire way to his front door. She was only vaguely aware of him locking his SUV and the beep it made, or him unlocking the entrance of his house to let them inside.

  He slammed the door behind them and went straight to his bedroom. He set her in the middle of the large, sparsely decorated room. Unmade bed, dresser, single nightstand. He unhooked his shoulder holster, dropped it to the ground with a thud and started on the button of his Levi’s.

  “Take off your clothes, Sam.”

  The demand in his voice made her breasts tingle and her heart kick up a notch. His cheeks were flushed, his hair messier than normal from her hands. The button came free of the eyelet and denim parted, giving a glimpse of his cock. He hadn’t bothered with underwear either.

  She gripped the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head before letting it fall from her fingers to the dark wood floor. She untied her skirt and as it dropped she stepped out of her sandals.

  He drank her in from head to toe, pausing at the juncture of her thighs. Her pussy was wet and swollen, ready for him and only him. He moved quicker than she could see.

  A low, rumbling noise thundered from his chest and he slammed his mouth against hers. He plunged his tongue between her lips and dominated the kiss. She fell into him, clutching his shirt and pulling him closer. Magic built between them, connecting them on a level that should have been scary. He cupped the tender weight of her breast and a sharp spike of need ran straight to her core.

  His hands were calloused, the perfect texture moving across her sensitive nipple. The need pulsing through her was going to tear her in half. When he released her mouth she gasped for breath. Feather light, such a contrast to the frenzied need to mate surging between them, he trailed his lips across her cheek to her neck.

  He wrapped his other hand around her ponytail. The gentle touch turned forceful. Forming a fist, he tugged, eliciting another needy moan. Her head was forced to the side, allowing the access he desired. He nibbled her throat, nipping her skin. She was helpless to do anything except mewl against him.

  Trent slipped a knee between her thighs and guided her dripping pussy against the hard surface. A gasp followed the shuddering bolt of pleasure. When his teeth clamped down around her windpipe, she lost it.

  Her body was wound too tight. A hard, blinding orgasm clenched her muscles in bursts of pleasure that made her numb. She rolled her hips, grinding herself against him harder, and rode out the aftershocks of her climax.

  “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.” The rough tone of his voice was the only indication that he was losing control.

  In a maddeningly slow pace, he trailed his fingers along her thighs. Where he touched, the muscles under his fingers quivered.

  “You’re mine,” he demanded.

  She scraped her nails against neck, whimpered and arched when he grazed the lips of her sex with his knuckles.

  “Prove it.” Her voice was low and husky, full of want and desire.

  He blinked slowly, and for the first time she noticed how sinfully long his eyelashes were. He applied more pressure against her sex, cupping her flesh. She shivered despite the raging fire that entrapped them. A tremor of arousal coursed through her body, jagged, like a bolt of lightning.

  “I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it if I have to.” From the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes, she knew he meant it.

  “Yes.”

  He slanted his mouth over hers. The urgency between them grew with each swipe of his tongue against hers. When he pushed, she pulled, and vice-versa until nothing remained—no thought, only sensation. He pressed two fingers inside her, his knuckles twisting in and out. Her body clenched around the invasion and her nails dug into his back, sure to leave red welts in their wake.

  “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight. So wet.”

  Trent stroked, coaxing another climax from the inside out. Her stomach jumped, coiled. The desperate plea for more came out as a whimper. Stretching her wider, he added a third finger.

  His momentum increased as he tore his mouth away from hers. His gaze was dark. Through the layer of stubble that covered his jaw, his twitching muscle was visible. He brushed his thumb across the tight pearl of her clit and the sensation forced her eyes closed.

  “Look at me,” he growled. His deep, low voice set off a wicked tingling in her pussy.

  Her eyes snapped open at the command. She didn’t dare look away from the stark hunger on his face. It was erotic to know he was watching her, waiting for her to fall over the edge. Harder, faster, deeper, it felt as if the floor was disappearing out from under her.

  “Trent,” she gasped, his name slipping from her lips as her body tightened and flexed around his fingers. Forcing herself to look at him, to watch her orgasm reflected through his gaze and not turn away, made everything more intense.

  Pleasure whipped through her and her knees threatened to give out. She clutched his shoulders and trusted him to keep her upright. Her climax hit her hard. Clenching waves of ecstasy overrode everything else. She cried out at the overwhelming sensations.

  Before she could catch her breath, he withdrew his fingers.

  “Get on the bed.” His words were a rough rasp she could almost feel moving over her skin.

  Focused on her, his gaze hot, he brought his fingers up and sunk them into his mouth, tasting her.

  Oh God. On shaky legs, she did as ordered. Trent reached behind him and pulled off his shirt, exposing his muscular chest and washboard abs.

  Never breaking eye contact, she positioned herself in the middle of the mattress and pressed her damp palms flat on the sheet. Endorphins had her heart pounding.

  One at a time, as if he had all the time and patience in the world, he kicked off first one of his boots and then the other. H
is socks came off next. He strode to her, his raw masculinity and the décor of his room making her feel very feminine.

  From his back pocket, he withdrew his shiny handcuffs. The metal clicked as he opened first one cuff and then the other. Sam swore she stopped breathing. She glanced from the restraints to his face. He wouldn’t dare…

  Chapter Ten

  Trent fought the tightening in his balls at the naked lust filling Sam’s eyes. Fuck, he was going to lose control if she kept looking at him with that mixture of beguiling innocence and wanton sex goddess. The sight of her, naked and aroused, on his bed was right. She belonged there.

  He licked his lips, remembering the too-brief taste he’d had of her on his fingers. He wanted more. The animal inside him demanded her submission, the first step in claiming her.

  “Hands up, over your head. Grab the headboard.”

  His acute hearing picked up the hitch in her pulse. Her heart thundered and her firm, high breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took.

  Her voice wavered. “Trent…”

  He pressed a knee to the bed, his weight dipping the mattress. He trailed the cool metal cuffs up her stomach, between her breasts. Goose bumps lined her skin. Desire pebbled her nipples into tight nubs he’d soon have in his mouth.

  Leaning over her, he looked straight into her eyes and laid it out. “You touch me, kitten, I’m gonna lose all reason and fuck you within an inch of your life. We have to wait until tomorrow, right?”

  “We don’t—”

  He pressed a finger to her lips and cut her off. The long fifteen-minute drive to her house, when he’d thought she was in danger, had put things into perspective. He’d almost died last night. And today she’d called him in a blind panic. She’d never be so far away from him again.

  “We do,” he said it and meant it. “I’m not making love to you until your little ritual tomorrow. You’re mine and I’m going to start proving it right now. I let you run away last night, won’t be making the same mistake tonight. Hands on the headboard.”

  She met the challenge in his eyes, lifted her chin in sexy defiance and drew her hands up. Her breath hitched as he gently cuffed first one wrist, then the other, locking her in place.

  Her arousal spiked, giving off a sweet scent that had his mouth watering. Despite her initial hesitance, their game was doing it for her in a big way. That did it for him in an even bigger way.

  “That’s a good girl.” He drew his finger between her breasts, slowly down the center of her quivering stomach. She arched her back, her legs falling apart to show him how wet she was.

  Trent drew in a deep breath and wanted more. He wanted everything. “You smell so good.”

  She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and clamped down, an action that made him want to soothe the abused flesh with his tongue. He teased lower, caressing the top of one silky thigh before circling back and tracing a path up her knee.

  “You have no idea how gorgeous you are. How hard you make me, how badly I want inside you.”

  She preened under his touch, her legs falling farther apart in an invitation he wasn’t about to pass up. Jesus, she had a beautiful pussy. Pink, shimmering with arousal, the lips swollen with desire.

  He traced her sex, loving the way she jerked against the cuffs. Metal clanked and she cursed under her breath. “Do you know how delicious you smell?” He pressed one finger inside her pussy. Hot and tight, her muscles gripped him. “How tight you are?”

  Her head fell back and she moaned low in her throat, the sound urging him on. In and out, he fingered her in a slow, measured tempo.

  “More,” she said.

  He added another finger, her hips jerking up to meet his thrusts. He cupped her hip and held her against the bed. Bending, he scraped his teeth down her neck. With small, teasing nips, he branded her flesh on a deliberate path to her core. He curved his fingers, tapping her G-spot. Her response was instant. She sobbed, head thrashing back and forth as she tugged against her restraints.

  “Please, Trent,” she begged.

  Settling between her legs, he withdrew his fingers and gripped her thighs, placing them over his shoulders. At the first swipe of his tongue she came unglued, coming hard and long in his mouth as he sucked her tight pearl into his mouth. Her scream turned raw when he continued to lick and suckle the flesh of her sex. He didn’t stop, didn’t let her catch her breath. He drank her in, his tongue delving deeper to get more. She was exquisite.

  “Oh fuck,” she moaned.

  Needing more, he flicked his tongue lower to press inside. He thrust deep, coaxing more liquid arousal. Around his shoulders, her thighs trembled. Muscles clenched and he knew she was close again. He pulled back, replacing his tongue with his finger. Fuck she was tight.

  Sam came up off the bed and the wood frame creaked when she tugged harshly against her restraints. Curving his finger, he stroked the hard knot of nerves inside. He continued to lick and suck her clit. He alternated methods, sensing from her screams and moans where she liked to be touched, where she liked to be nibbled.

  He added a second finger, twisting inside her wetness each time he thrust in. Everything in the world disappeared and he was only aware of Sam. The way her back bowed, the way she chewed on her lower lip, making it full and swollen. She panted, her breath harsh and quick as if she’d hyperventilate if the pressure inside of her weren’t alleviated.

  The third finger he added stretched her wide. His balls tightened, clenching with the need for release. She was so damned tight it made his head spin, made his cock even harder. An ache clenched his jaw as he continued to work her into a frenzied mess, coaxing her body into another orgasm.

  Her back curved off the bed as she came hard, screaming his name.

  Glancing up, he watched how the pleasure affected her body. Her mouth was parted. Her eyes closed. The tips of her tight little nipples were hard and her chest was stained red with a sexy flush. The sight almost made him come. He smoothed his hand against her leg, rubbing her quaking muscles as he softly petted her folds with his tongue and brought her down. She writhed and winced, attempting to pull away from the intensity. He held her still.

  “Concentrate on your breathing. You need to relax,” he cooed against her sex, not quite sated. One more.

  “It’s too much,” she panted, her stomach glistening with sweat.

  He brought his head up from between her legs to meet her eyes.

  “Trust me.”

  She nodded and let her head fall into the cushion of pillows. This time he avoided her throbbing clit. Instead, he used his fingers to stroke her. He kissed her thighs and hips as he thrust gently into her. From deep inside he felt her submission, felt her very core open to him. Her breaths became pants when he stroked that special spot deep inside of her.

  “Open your eyes, Sam. I want to see you when you come around my fingers.”

  His pleasure meant nothing, not if it meant he could do this to her over and over again. He wasn’t kidding—he could fuck her all night and then some. Her eyes were wide, her mouth parted and tears stained her cheeks. He brought her off tenderly this time.

  Pleasure filled her eyes, and he drank in every detail when it washed over her.

  Slow at first, her breath hiccupped. She pulled tight, but the cuffs were too much of a restriction for her to go anywhere. Moaning, she threw her head back when she could no longer hold his gaze. He kept stroking her until he felt the last spasms recede.

  Withdrawing his fingers, he drew them into his mouth and tasted the last of her pleasure. It was like honey. He wiped the moisture from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before crawling up her body.

  She shivered, trembling under him as he trailed his finger over a pebbled nipple. She was boneless and weak, her eyes closed and arms strained above her. He grabbed the key from his jeans and released her restraints. He kissed each wrist before using his thumbs to rub the muscles in her shoulders and back.

  Hands on either side of her
face, he hovered over her and trailed his nose against hers. A slow, satisfied smile lifted the corner of her mouth.

  “You doin’ all right?” he asked.

  She didn’t open her eyes, instead muttered something that sounded like, “You did dirty, wicked things to my honeypot.”

  Honeypot? His laugh was a low, rolling sound that lifted the other side of her mouth into a full smile. The blissful, contented look on her face—one he’d put there—did funny things to his heart. He loved her.

  Unable to resist, he kissed her upturned lips. “That I did.”

  He got no resistance when he scooted in behind and pulled her back to his front. His cock throbbed against her naked ass as if his penis knew denim was the only thing separating it from its goal. He stroked his hand up her stomach, between her breasts. He kissed the nape of her neck and pulled her close, snuggling in. He rubbed his jaw against her shoulder, liking the rasping noise in the quiet.

  “What are you doing?” She tried to turn in his embrace but he held her still.

  “Cuddling.” Something he’d never tried before, but found wasn’t half bad. She was warm and soft in his arms. Her heart beat in a steady rhythm that soothed the feline inside.

  The moment shattered at the shrill, piercing ring of his phone. He dug into his pocket and swiped the screen using one hand.

  “What?” he asked and wiggled Sam a little closer.

  “We got problems, need you here at the station.” The chief of police’s gruff tone got his attention.

  Trent let go of Sam and sat up. He was already swinging his legs over the side of the bed and retrieving his shirt before he asked, “What kind of problems?”

  “Dead girl you brought in last night, she’s the mayor’s niece. He’s in a tizzy and about to hunt down all the registered shifters in the county to get retribution. Get your ass here and deal with him.”