When she finally managed to focus on her mate’s face, she found him smiling down at her. The room was totally dark. Still night. That didn’t deter her excellent vision from witnessing her mate’s expression.
“Baby, that is by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” His hands stroked down her arms until he held her biceps. And then he pulled out and thrust back inside her.
She gasped. Her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back. Another orgasm built on the end of the first one. She reveled in the feeling, enjoying the clench of her body around Zach’s shaft, the throbbing of her sensitive clit, the shaking of her thighs.
Zach thrust again. His eyes fluttered shut, and his face tightened. “God, baby…” He sped up, fucking her harder.
It felt like heaven. They fit together perfectly. Fate knew what She was doing when She selected mates. She didn’t make mistakes.
Laurie arched upward again, ensuring that her clit made contact with the base of his cock with every pass. She inhaled slowly as her orgasm built until she reached the crest a second before Zach, releasing her breath on a low moan as he came right behind her.
Zach hovered above her for long moments, his face lowered, his forehead against her chin. He breathed heavily. Finally, he pulled slowly out of her body and collapsed to her side.
Before she had been hot. Now, she was on fire. She tugged her leg free of his thigh and wiggled to the edge of the bed to avoid any contact with his skin. “You’re like a furnace.”
He chuckled. “What time is it?”
She glanced at the clock. “Two.”
“We never ate dinner.”
Her stomach growled at the mention of food.
Zach lifted onto one elbow as he turned to his side. “I need to feed you.”
She nodded. “Have you heard anything from Corbin?”
He shook his head and closed his eyes. She watched his face as she listened to his call for their other mate. “Corbin? Things going okay?”
A few seconds passed before Corbin replied. “Not really. It’s a mess out here. Record low temps and a sheet of ice that won’t thaw until this time next year.”
“Shit. How low is the temperature?”
“Twenty below.”
“When was the last time we saw that in this area?”
“Never.”
Laurie stared at Zach. She felt a chill race up her heated skin.
“Do you need me to come get you?”
“No. I need to stay here and direct traffic. We’re taking turns diverting people. We can only stay outside a few minutes at a time, and then we have to switch.”
“Be careful,” Laurie added. She didn’t like this. Nothing about the situation made her feel warm and fuzzy.
Zach hugged her against his body again. “You okay?”
She sighed. “I suppose. I think I’ll take a quick shower.”
He kissed her forehead. “Okay. I’ll fix something to eat.”
She crawled out of bed, sauntered to the bathroom, and flipped on the water. What was happening? Why the strange geyser? Why the lowering temps?
She wanted answers. And it didn’t work that way. All she had were warnings.
When the water had warmed sufficiently, she stepped under the spray and let it sluice over her skin. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
Nothing worked. As she washed her hair and then her body, her hands shook. When she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, she felt a heavy sensation, as though she were sick with the flu.
She leaned over to dry her legs and then righted herself. When she opened her eyes to glance in the mirror, she almost jumped out of her skin.
She spun around to face the black figure hovering near the door. It floated closer as she watched. It was fully coalesced this time. Had she missed that? Or was the spirit getting quicker to react?
It closed in on her, pressing her backward into the counter. She dropped the towel on the floor and grabbed the edges of the vanity with her fingers. “What do you want?”
She felt a sense of exasperation coming from the aura. It was stressed. Angry. Frustrated.
So was she.
Finally, it floated toward the window, seeming to glance outside, and then sucked in on itself and disappeared.
“Laurie?” The door opened, startling her.
She yanked her gaze to the entrance to the bathroom and found Zach standing there. He wore nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans. His chest and feet were bare.
His face was scrunched up in concern. “Another apparition?”
She nodded, licking her lips. She didn’t tell him what her instinct was this time.
His shoulders slumped. “I heated spaghetti.”
She released the counter and grabbed a tank top from next to the sink. As she shrugged into it, she closed her eyes and went into her head. She needed to think. “I’ll be right there.” She grabbed her panties next and stepped into them.