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“Come for me again,” he ordered.
Her eyes widened. She squirmed against him the most delightful way. “I want to, but…”
“Here. Let me.” Lucas sank into her as far as he could go. Then he snaked his hand between them, to the place where she was stretched taut to accommodate his girth.
Her little bud was stiff against his fingertips.
Malia’s breath grew ragged, and she shook beneath him as he plucked and teased. He moved his hips, moving in and out of her with short, sharp thrusts.
She tensed, and he knew she was on the edge.
“Ready?” He changed positions, moving her off his lap and sliding up her body to cover her.
Then, teetering on the verge of his own release, he drew almost all the way out of her.
He thrust back in, angling himself to stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves with his cock. “Now, Malia. Come for me,now.”
She cried out and clutched at him as the telltale ripples of her orgasm gripped and caressed his hungry shaft.
Then he was coming too, snarling and panting as overwhelming pleasure seized him, and he poured himself into her.
Then he did something he’d never done before. Buried to the hilt inside her, he bit her throat.
Invisible machinery shifted in his chest, invisible gears meshing and turning. There was an almost audible click as pieces fell into place.
And for the first time in his life, he felt complete. Perfect. Whole.
The once-empty space inside him was now filled to overflowing with a warm, loving presence. As his climax receded into fading tremors of pleasure, he rolled to one side, still inside her, and cradled her in his arms.
Then, too late, Lucas realized what had just happened. And why his sneaky beast had seized control of their encounter.
Cat is the best ambush hunter, his cougar purred smugly.Now she is ours. Our mate.
Panic seized Lucas.No! What have you done, cat?
* * *
Malia floated in a warm cloud of bliss as their breathing slowed and their heartbeats synchronized. Sex with Lucas had been more amazing than she could have imagined, even after the promise of their first encounter.
A serene glow filled her, radiating outward from the tingling bite mark on her neck.
Oops, that’s going to be hard to hide, she thought, but without any real regret.
She felt good. Better than good. She felt whole and right and happy in a way that she’d never experienced before.
And, strangely, she couldfeelLucas’s presence somehow inside her head. It was weird, but nice.
Then, abruptly, that presence flooded her with panic.
“Shit!” Lucas pulled himself out of her, then rolled away, leaving her empty and suddenly cold. “Shit, shit, shit! What the fuck just happened?”
Hurt and bewilderment rocked through her as she saw the naked shock and desperation in his brown eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“You don’t know?” he demanded.
She shook her head. Her pleasure-drugged haze rapidly dissipated, replaced by confusion and dread.What did I do?
His gaze went to the still-tingling mark on her throat. “We’re mated now, Malia.”
