Page 13 of Shadow Spirit

She knew she should say something; tell him to stop, but no power on earth could have made her say those words.

Leaning on one hand so that their bodies were only inches apart, he slid his hand up her leg, along the inside of her thigh. Adriana hissed and let her head fall back as his fingers slid over her labia.

“So wet,” he rumbled before nipping her lower lip.

She was torn between giving over to what she was feeling when he made deep, primitive noises. There was no need for her to respond to him the way she was doing. Greg, she could understand. He would be a suitable mate. She and Decker had nothing in common, though, but chemistry—and that they had in spades.

He penetrated her core, curling his fingers up and stroking gently as she made a quiet trilling noise. He brought his soaked fingers up to his mouth, sucking them inside and licking them clean. “Damn, you taste even sweeter than I thought you would, and I was damn sure you were going to taste sweeter than any honey ever made.”

“Decker, please,” she sighed, not sure what she was pleading for.

Did she want him to stop, or want him to skip the foreplay and get right to the part where he thrust into her? For the first time in her life, she knew what it was to crave an alpha wolf’s knot. Eoghan had seemed reluctant to do much with her. Certainly, he’d never knotted and tied her to him, for which she was truly grateful.

Through lust glazed eyes, Adriana watched as he stepped back, unbuttoning his fly, freeing his enormous cock. It would appear the captain of the guard had failed to pull on boxers or briefs before getting dressed. Growling low, Decker stepped closer, taking his cock in his hand, guiding it to the entrance of her core and aligning its broad head up, pushing into her in a single pass. She felt her pussy softening and accepting his size as he groaned.

Breathing became difficult, not because it was too large, but because nothing had ever felt as good as Decker Rhys-Davis penetrating her until he was buried up to his balls. God, she was glad she hadn’t damaged them permanently. He leaned down, pressing her back, one hand fisting her hair, tangling it and giving a sharp tug, lighting up not only her scalp but every other cell in her body.

Gripping her hips with both hands, he began to thrust in and out of her—forward and back again and again. Each time he drove forward, he angled down so that he managed to hit her clit and when he pulled back, he managed to drag his cock over that sweet spot deep inside her. Adriana moaned in abject pleasure, not caring if anyone heard or saw.

He moved hard within her, building that sweet pressure until she cried out, her body bowing, her fists grasping his muscled forearms as he drove deep. He pounded into her with a ferocity that should have frightened her, but only served to make her body ramp back up to fly free with his. As he thrust into her repeatedly, her pussy quivered and shook from the intense pleasure he was giving her. Her breath sped up, and the noises she made became more like whimpers than moans or sighs. She could feel a second orgasm approaching even faster than the first. Her body stiffened in anticipation, and she began to pant, reveling in the amount of pleasure he seemed to be able to call forth from her. Without warning, Adriana careened over the edge as Decker gave one hard, ferocious thrust deep inside her. Screaming in ecstasy, her pussy spasmed, clamping down hard, greedily milking his cock as he ground himself against her. She writhed in his hold, savoring every bit of pleasure as he held her in his arms.

For just a moment, his eyes were soft as he traced her jawline with his finger. Before either of them could say something they might regret, the door burst open and a laughing Erin, Brie and Colby entered. Decker pulled out and then brought her skirt down, before turning around to stuff himself back behind his fly, buttoning it up and her panties into his front pocket.

“I knew that was coming, but for the record, the only one entitled to use my office for things like this is me,” quipped Colby.

“You’re okay with this, Adriana?” asked Brie.

Adriana smiled weakly and nodded.

“Adriana knows she is my fated mate. Tell them.”

“I know,” she admitted, the roiling in her stomach returning with a vengeance. She rolled away from Decker, looking for Colby’s trash can. Grasping it, she vomited.

Erin giggled. “Gross.”

The kid wasn’t wrong. Adriana was hideously embarrassed and would have preferred to have had the ground open up and swallow her whole. Instead, Decker swept her up in his arms and began to carry her toward the clinic as she clutched the trash can against her chest.

Brie ran into the powder room attached to Colby’s office, grabbing the trash can in there. “Here, take this one,” Brie said, exchanging the clean trash can for the one into which Adriana had already thrown up.

Decker barged into the medical clinic bellowing for Greg, not paying any attention to who might be there or what might be ailing them.

Greg came into the waiting room. “What the hell is wrong with you? Keep your damn voice down.” He seemed to be furious with Decker. Would he be angry with her as well. “Adriana? What did you do to her?”

“I did nothing to my mate,” growled Decker.

Adriana took some comfort in knowing at least as long as he had her in his arms he couldn’t pummel the dear doctor to death.

“You don’t know that she’s your mate,” snarled Greg.

“Don’t I?” returned Decker.

“Can’t you see you’re adding to her stress?”

“It’s fine, Greg. I’m fine. I haven’t thrown up since Brie and Colby came back in his office.”

Greg arched his eyebrow. “And what were the two of you doing in Colby’s office that made you throw up?”

“It wasn’t anything we did that made her sick. She still bears the mark of another wolf’s claim so she’s experiencing symptoms of nausea and dizziness. Plus, she has a headache.”

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