A Hell Hound's Fire
His expression creased with concern
as he slid his gaze over her body, and her pussy spasmed with the
delicious perusal. Sweet Goddess, I’m impossible. I just made
love to him. How can I be interested again?
    “You’re not burned?”
    That stopped her. “Why would I be
burned?”
    “Uh, well, it happened a time or two with my
previous mate, but she was a Hell Hound too, so I never worried.”
He bit his bottom lip and still managed to look sexy.
    Unease slid through her at the mention of
his previous mate. “What happened to her, Alex? You said she
left.”
    Profound sorrow swirled through his golden
gaze and Sarah wanted to take the questions back. But if we’ve
True Mated, I have to know. Alex settled onto his back, staring
up at the ceiling.
    “I think so.”
    “You think so?”
    He grimaced. “She was the only other Hell
Hound I’ve ever met. She told me Hell Hounds go off by themselves
to die when their time comes. She said it was her time and at her
age, she was ready.” His hands balled into impotent fists. “She
left and never came back.”
    “But if you were mates, wouldn’t you know if
she’d died?”
    “We never True Mated. I think that was part
of the reason she decided it was time. She’d said she wasn’t likely
to find her True Mate if she hadn’t already.” Sorrow pulled the
corners of Alex’s mouth down.
    Sarah settled her hand over one fist, her
heart aching. “I’m sorry.”
    He grunted. “She left eight years ago
today.”
    Bloody hell, could our timing be worse?
    “But once I met you, the ache hasn’t
bothered me so much.” He rolled onto his side, his gaze fixed on
Sarah. “It’s like the hole in my heart closed to make room for
you.” Alex stroked her side and he frowned a little. “So, you’re
sure you’re okay?”
    Sarah wanted the lingering sorrow gone and
offered him her best winning smile with a hint of sass. “I don’t
know.” She wiggled her hips. “You’d best take a closer look. Can
you kiss it to make it better?”
    Alex blinked at her, caught off-guard. Sarah
wriggled and winked. A brilliant grin cracked his startled façade
and he leaned over her, sniffing her belly close to her mound.
    He groaned in appreciation. “Ambrosia.”
    “Nothing singed, then?”
    “Not in the least.” He trailed his fingers
over her breasts, tracing them as if they were small countries on a
map yet to be explored. Sarah shivered as she clutched the
bedclothes tight in her fists.
    “Making love to a Hell Hound sounds
dangerous.” She hissed when his scalding tongue settled around one
nipple. “O’ course, I could use a little burn from you.”
    His dark chuckle rumbled over her skin,
pulling up goose bumps. “Be careful what you wish for,
sweetheart.”
    “Can I count on you to keep me warm at
night?”
    Alex grinned. “I guarantee I’ll do more than
keep you warm.” He dipped his head and dropped an open-mouthed kiss
on her nether lips. “Starting right here.”
    Sarah squealed and grabbed Alex’s head,
holding him where she wanted him. “Oh sweet Goddess, more,
Alex!”
    His hot tongue seared her sensitive folds
and Sarah squirmed, begging with her hips for him to send her
careening back into the black. He moaned in approval and increased
the pressure of suction, flicking her clit with his tongue.
    “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Sarah rocked hard
against him and streaked like a blazing comet into bliss.
    Alex kept feasting on her intimate flesh,
extending her orgasm until she collapsed to the bed weaker than a
newborn. Pleasure rippled through her with each caress and
satisfaction pulsed after it. Thank the Goddess he’s mine. The fear she was wrong tried to edge its way into her contentment,
but the scents of her release and his satisfaction pushed it
aside.
    “Oooohhhh.”
    “I’m going to take that as a
compliment.”
    His wry comment made her laugh. “Yes, it was
definitely a compliment.”
    Alex chuckled and licked his lips as he
settled himself beside her

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