Mercy didn’t get embarrassed easily, but her cheeks flamed now. Because if Riley knew she was in heat—like a freaking wild cat!—then so did the rest of her own pack. “So what, you followed me hoping I’d lower my standards and sleep with a wolf?” She intentionally made “wolf” sound about as appetizing as “reptile.”
Riley’s jaw tightened under a shadow of stubble a shade darker than the deep chestnut of his hair. “You want to claw at me, kitty-cat? Come on.”
Her hands clenched. She really wasn’t this much of a bitch. But goddamn Riley had a way of lighting her fuse.
She was a sentinel for a reason—she was fit, lethal, and well able to take down most men twice her size. Not including Riley. Her teeth bared at the way he’d pinned her—maybe she’d enjoyed it last night, but if the wolf tried to use that to change the balance of power in the sentinel-lieutenant relationship between them, things would get seriously ugly. Her mind filled with images of him blocking her punches, trying not to hurt her. She squelched the tiny tendril of warmth that threatened to rise to the surface
Nalini SinghRiley pulled on his jeans and she almost moaned. Focus, Mercy.
"I’ll check,” he said, zipping up those damn jeans as she slid on her own. “But we might get lucky with an insomniac.”
When he turned, she saw the marks on his back were almost healed. Fast, even for a changeling. Which meant Riley was more powerful than she’d guessed, more than he let on.
There was nothing flashy about him. Just
—“What the—” His hands were on her waist and his mouth on hers before she could do more than gasp. Lightning. Bright. Sizzling. Perfect. This time she did moan, wrapping her arms around him and luxuriating in his strength, in the sheer speed with which he’d come at her. With both of them only wearing jeans, her breasts were pressed against the exquisite roughness of the hairs on his chest. She rubbed against him, giving in to the leopard’s innate sensuality.
He tore away his lips but they remained less than a millimeter apart. “This is your fault.”
“Hell, no.” She sucked on his neck, biting him a little too hard for emphasis. “You jumped my bones.” Tugging back her head with a hand fisted in her hair, he glared down at her.
“You were all but licking me the way you were looking.”
“Looking’s not the same as touching.” Her mouth watered at the idea of licking him. They’d been in too much of a rush last night. Even the second and third time. As if they’d both been hungry so long, they’d needed to gorge.
But—“We don’t have time for this.”
He held her for another couple of seconds, pure male muscle and heated skin. “We need to make time.
I saw wild, dangerous beauty. I saw devotion. I saw you.
Nalini SinghMots clés beauty romance devotion
Would you give me anything I asked?” in a tone laced with power.
White lines bracketed his lips. “I’ll be no one’s slave.
Mots clés angel-s-flight angel-s-wolf
Sahi mi?'' Dudakları kıvrıldığında, bu kez hiç de eğlenmediği anlaşılıyordu. ''Hala her yerinde izimi taşıyorsun.''
Elena ellerini sıvazladı. Lanet olası sim, yapışşmış gibi görünüyordu. ''Yıkanınca geçer.''
''Belki.''
''Dua et de geçsin. Karanlıkta pırıltılar saçan bir avcı hiçbir işine yaramaz.''
Raphael'in gözlerinde fazlasıyla erkeksi bir kıvılcım çaktı. ''İstersen yalayabilirim.
Mots clés raphael
All right." Shimmering droplets on her eyelashes, stars caught in transition. "But will you replace it with something for me?"
"Anything." His body was hers.
Brushing her fingers over his lips, she said, "You gave me an eagle. I want to give you one, too." A tender kiss pressed to the scar. "I want us to fly together.
True Psy are Silent.”
“Correction,” he said. “Psy in the Net are Silent. Psy outside the Net are not. Both are Psy.” And none of them affected him as viscerally as this woman who’d been dumped outside his home like so much garbage.
Do I get a kiss before my massage?”
“Since you asked so nice.” His lips were smiling when they touched hers, and she’d never guessed until this moment what it was to kiss a man you could laugh with. They smiled through the entire kiss, as he sipped at her, before slicking his tongue over her lips. She danced her own tongue playfully over his, flirting but never delivering. He nipped at her in sensual punishment before taking her mouth with a dominance that was as natural to him as breathing. And through it all, he kept her pinned to the door, his heavier body a delicious source of pressure.
Agony and ecstasy, pleasure and pain.
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