The contrast of sweet and savage combined with combustible results. She arched into each of his hard thrusts as emotions flowed freely between their minds. It was intoxicating and liberating, yet she had never felt more connected to anyone.
His body surged deep inside her as their tongues tangled. She clutched his shoulders and surrendered everything. Nothing mattered but Jake. Nothing existed but this moment.
Urgency barreled into her mind half a second before he turned his head and cried out. He shuddered against her, his hips grinding as his seed burst free. His release triggered hers. She came in sharp spasms, her inner muscles caressing his shaft. They clung to each other, shivering as waves of sensation carried them along.
Long moments later, he separated their mouths and rolled them to their sides, somehow managing to stay inside her. “That wasn’t exactly what I had planned.”
She smiled, feeling warm and dreamy. “What did you have planned?”
“I was going to take my time and make this last for hours.”
“It can still last for hours. We’ll just have to do it more than once.”
* * * * *
The following morning dawned bright and clear, a stark contrast to Nate’s mood. All of his efforts to find Heather had failed. Worse, Risdon hadn’t been able to find Lexxie. And if Lexxie disappeared, someone was helping her. The ditzy blonde wasn’t smart enough to vanish on her own.
Speaking of irritating blondes. He’d spent the past two days trying to forget Milliner’s messenger. No matter what he did, he couldn’t rid his mind of her image. Bouncy blonde curls and light-brown eyes, a face both innocent and sensual. Large, round breasts, perfect for squeezing, and a tight little ass striped with welts. He’d controlled countless females, both Therian and human. So why did he find this one so captivating? He didn’t even know her name but he knew her taste and the sounds she made while he moved inside her. Just the thought of her supple body writhing beneath him hardened his cock and made his balls ache. He had no way to contact her, wasn’t sure what he’d say if he could. And still her image haunted him night and day.
If he interacted with anyone right now, he’d start a fight. And the last thing he needed was another enemy. So he headed to the Clubhouse. It was a little after eleven. No one else would be there until late afternoon. The familiar setting always soothed him and a few hours of silence might help clear his mind.
He let himself in through the back and headed straight for the office. An unexpected yet familiar scent brought him up short halfway through the main room of the bar.
“I didn’t think you’d ever get here, but I wasn’t sure where you live.”
It was her, Milliner’s messenger. His heart did a ridiculous flip and his nostrils flared, desperate for more of her tantalizing scent. He searched the shadows but couldn’t locate her among the tables crowned with upturned chairs.
“How’d you get in here?”
She laughed though the sound seemed to come from the opposite side of the room. “Is that what you really want to know?”
He paused, alert, suspicious. Her scent had changed subtly. She still smelled human but now he detected something else, something more. “What did you do to me? I can’t get your image out of my mind.”
“I’m flattered, but that’s not why I came.” She emerged from the shadows with preternatural grace, almost as if she’d just appeared out of thin air.
He narrowed his gaze and inhaled deeply, trying to identify the new element in her scent. “Then why did you come?”
“I found you more amusing the other night than I’d expected, so I decided to give you a warning.”
It took a moment for her words to sink in. She found him “amusing”? She’d spent half the night bent over his desk, submitting to his every desire, and the other half on her knees with his cock in her mouth. Was this a ploy to provoke him again? Maybe she wanted a more severe form of punishment.
“So warn me,” he muttered as possibilities teased his imagination.
She sauntered toward him, hips swaying, lips twisted into a smug little smile. “I’m not the helpless fool I allowed you to believe.”
“It would have been stupid for Milliner to send someone that helpless.” So why had Nate accepted her persona without batting an eye?
“I don’t work for Milliner anymore. He no longer amuses me.”
There was that word again. “That’s not much of a warning. If Milliner didn’t send you then why are you here?” Part of him wanted to cross the room and yank her into his arms but the more sensible part held back. He needed to know what he was dealing with before he touched her again.