heavy thrust and
quick roll of his hips, he staked a claim. Declared with everything
that he had that she was his.
The knowledge
should have scared the daylights out of her. Instead, it thrilled
her. Her breathing shortened her breathing, her body tight with the
sort of tension she had no business feeling, not this quick. Not
after how many times he’d made her come last night.
“Oh, god,” he
gasped, clutching at his shoulders. She wasn’t, shouldn’t be,
anywhere near coming yet. But there was just something about him,
like he only had to touch her, and she was ready to go up in
flames. “Tom…”
“I’m here,
love,” He muttered, low and harsh against her neck. The endearment
had her heart flipping over in her chest. Did he mean it, or did it
just roll meaninglessly off his tongue? “I’ve got you.”
She closed her
eyes and relaxed. Her climax washed over her, a lazy pleasure that
ripped through her to buffet her like she was caught in the rapids
of a storm-swollen river.
He felt it,
pausing mid-thrust to swear as her pussy clamped down around him.
Hard squeezes as pleasure whipped through her. Groaning her name,
he wrapped his arms around her and picked up pace.
The heavy slams
of his hips against hers, and the depth his driving cock hit her,
tore his name from her lips. Again and again. An endless litany as
he thrust home a last time, and stiffened. She was pinned, his cock
impaling her to jerk and pulsed deep within her as he came.
She wrapped her
arms tighter around him, fingers playing with the hair at the nape
of his neck as she whispered into his ear. He shuddered, hands hard
as he pulled back to kiss her. Raw and primal, it rocked her to the
core, leaving her breathless.
“So, do I pass
muster?” He lifted his head, blue eyes intense with emotion. “Can I
persuade you to see me again? Perhaps make it a long-term
thing…"
Yes… oh
lord, yes.
Hiding the stupid grin that wanted to spread over
her face at his words, she leaned in and brushed her lips over
his.
“I think
something like that can be arranged. How about we start
tonight?”
The End
About the Author
Mina was born
and raised in the East Farthing of Middle Earth (otherwise known as
the Midlands, England) and spend her childhood learning all the
sorts of things generally required of a professional adventurer.
Able to ride, box, shoot, make and read maps, make chainmail and
use a broadsword (with varying degrees of efficiency) she was
disgusted to find that adventuring is not considered a suitable
occupation these days.
So, instead of
slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the like, Mina spends her
days writing about hot shifters, government conspiracies and
vampire lords with more than their fair share of RAWR. Turns out
wanna-be adventurers have quite the turn of imagination after
all... (But she keeps that sword sharp, just in case the writing
career is just a dream and she really *is* an adventurer.)
The boring
part: A full time author, cover artist, and photographer, Mina can
usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet,
frantically trying to get the images and words in her head out and
onto the screen before they drive her mad. She's addicted to coffee
and would like to be addicted to chocolate, but unfortunately
chocolate dislikes her.
Website: www.mina-carter.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mina.carter
Twitter: @minacarter
Other Titles by Mina Carter
Now Available
in eBook:
Dragon’s Honor
(Paranormal Protection Agency)
Blood Mate
Wolf-Bond
Melody’s
Wolf
Seducing the
Sergeant
Hedging his
Bets (with Celia Kyle)
Reaper
Perfect
Mate
Close
Protection (Paranormal Protection Agency)
Now Available
in Print:
End of Days
(anthology)
Halloween Heat
(anthology)
Perfect
Mate
Prince’s
Courtesan
Moonlight &
Magic Series
Kyn Series
For a full book
list, please visit http://mina-carter.com/bookshelf/