She whimpered in need, feeling empty. Despite her orgasm she didn’t feel complete. She needed Zan. Inside her body, her heart, her soul. Then he was nudging her entrance, easing the engorged head of his shaft into her.
He was wrapped so tightly around her she could feel him shaking. One hand covered hers, fingers tangled, on the mattress by her head, the muscles in his arm bulging, supporting his weight. His other hand was around her waist, merciless fingers dancing with unerring ease over her sensitized clit.
His hips bucked against hers, plunging him deeper. Stretching her. Filling her. Completing her. The sensual friction gained speed, each thrust more forceful than the last. It was hard, hot, and dominant.
Exactly what she would expect from her shifter. Her mate.
Thoughts dimmed as pleasure increased. She turned her head and bit his wrist just over the rapid pulse. Staking her own claim.
Zan snarled against her skin, driving into her with frenzied thrusts. Razor sharp teeth grazed over her shoulder, only this time she welcomed it. Craved his mark. She tossed her damp hair off her neck, letting him know by that simple gesture that she was his, and she accepted him completely.
Fangs pierced her flesh for the third time, and sent her into an unexpected and volatile release, her inner muscles reflexively squeezing tight around the thick length of him. Seconds later Zan stiffened and, throwing his head back, roared in possessive victory.
Later, Jackie would be amazed the windows hadn’t blown out. For now, all she could do was collapse onto the sheets, half-smothered by a sweaty shifter. She didn’t know how long they lay in a tangled heap when Zan groaned and flopped over onto his back.
Jackie lay there in the moonlight, headed twisted to one side, watching through admiring eyes as Zan caught his breath. With her body sated and relaxed, her mind wondered. “Why were you asking me about other dangerous jobs?”
She saw a glimmer of green as he peered at her through one slitted eye. “Hold that thought.” Another groan escaped him as he stumbled from the bed to dispose of the spent condom. In seconds, he returned and crawled back in the bed. He rolled to his side, head resting on his hand, the other caressing her back.
“Zan?” She asked, trying to ignore how arousing his light touch was.
“Jackie?” She bared her teeth and he grinned. “So it seems that a certain town is looking for a police officer.”
Her heart stopped dead. “What?”
Pretending nonchalance, his hand continued to draw lazy circles on her back. “Yeah. And since I have some pull in that town, I’m pretty much guaranteed the job after I take a six-week accelerated cop course in Denver.”
Jackie flowed out from under his reach to sit up. “What?”
Zan frowned at her and flopped onto his back. “Really, angel. I thought you were smarter than that.”
She picked up a pillow and swatted him. “Are you saying,” another swat, “that you’re going to leave,” on the third swat feathers drifted in the air, “LunaWatch?”
Laughing, Zan snatched the mangled pillow and tossed it across the room. Then he too sat up. He wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her close. “I’m saying that I love you, Jackie. I would do anything to be with you. Even give up my job for you.”
Indignant, Jackie glowered. “That’s not fair. You can’t just....”
He hushed her. “Think about it, angel. What exactly am I giving up? As much as I care for my team, I have no true home to call my own, no real possessions, other than you of course.” At her snarl he rubbed his nose on hers. “You were right. My job was coming close to an addiction and I knew it. I just didn’t know what to do about it. Without you, I may not have broken free. Not completely. You’ve saved me, made me feel alive again.” He planted a soft kiss on her shocked lips. “I love you, Doctor Jackie Chavez. I want you for my mate, for my wife, for the rest of my life. Do you think you can take on a washed out military soldier soon-to-be cop?”
Far from washed out, this man was in his prime. Strong, masculine. Dominant. A cop’s life wasn’t all that much easier, and in many ways much more difficult. But Jackie had Tess to talk with, commiserate with. It helped. It gave her hope.
Though she’d never stop worrying for Zan’s safety, no matter what he did, she would never want him tamed. His wild abandon exhilarated her. His naughty humor a sensual delight. She wanted to share his good times and bad days. Because for Jackie, only Zan would do. Grabbing his face, she kissed the breath right out of him. “Only if it’s you, Zan. You’re all I want.” She pushed him onto his back, draped herself over his chest. Whispered in his ear. “Does this mean I don’t get my vibrator back?”