Adalyn Jameson fears she and her trade ship crewmates will die on the uninhabited planet where they’ve been stranded by pirates. Before panic sets in, Zarain shifters arrive to help them. Ada does not fight her intense attraction to one of the brawny shifters. A short, sizzling affair with this man is the perfect way to occupy her time before she goes back to normal life.
Jagger Antein thought babysitting a stranded crew until they could be evacuated from the planet would be an easy assignment. He never expected to find his mate among those he rescued. Now that he has, he’ll seduce her and keep her close before he claims her. When members of the crew are attacked again, he’ll have to discover who’s behind it and what they’re after if he hopes to keep his mate safe.
“What do you want, Ada?” Jagger tried not to pull her closer, but his hand continued stroking her back. He’d have loved to make the touch more intimate, but he didn’t want her to say he’d coerced her with sex. Not when she was so close to making the decision on her own. Then he’d show her that she belonged with him.
“I don’t like you.” One of her hands clenched on his shirt, but the other smoothed over skin just above his pants.
He grinned at that blatant lie. She more than liked him. He could feel the intensity of her emotions but couldn’t read her thoughts. Not that he’d ever be able to truly do that. He’d be able to pick up focused thoughts when she learned to send to him or the very strong thoughts when she was agitated.
She didn’t like that everything wasn’t her choice. He’d had a few thoughts about that of his own and he’d expected to automatically be drawn to his mate. For someone who hadn’t expected it, it would take time to get accustomed to the idea even if they could feel the attraction.
“Tell me what you need.” He let her other hand go and cupped her cheek. Her muscles had relaxed and most of the scent of anger had dissipated. Through their connection, he could feel a little frustration, confusion and anger, but more arousal.
“You know I want you. You said you could smell it.” Her eyes narrowed on him.
And her scent was driving him insane with the desire to fuck her, take her and make sure she realized that she was his woman. He was going to make her face facts now. He stepped close to her and hooking a foot behind her ankle, took them both down to the blanket.
“I can and I’m going to taste it as well. You’re going to admit you’re my mate, Ada, over and over again.” He braced himself over her and looked down at her.
Her curly red hair fanned around her head on the blanket. A pink tint highlighted her cheekbones and her brown eyes seemed to glow. She was gorgeous. He lowered his head and nipped at her full lips. He wanted to strip off her clothes and drive his cock deep into her pussy, but he needed to hear those words even more.
As he moved down her body, he realized he should have stripped her clothes off before he took her to the blanket. Too late for that now. He backed away, just enough so that he could tug her into a sitting position. She frowned at him, confused. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, he pulled it up without a word. She lifted her arms to let him draw the shirt over her head. He dropped it to the ground and pressed her back to the blanket.
“My woman. My mate.” He nibbled his way down her neck. The lure of the reddened nipples drew him.
He’d get her out of her pants and shoes a little later. First, he wanted to give some attention to those hardened peaks. Her hands stroked his shoulders. He lifted his head. He wasn’t going to let her distract him. He gripped her hands and pressed them down beside her hips.
“Keep them there.” He gave a slight squeeze on her wrists before he released them.
He returned his attention to the plump mounds with the darkened peaks. He licked his way up the creamy white skin. Her breath hitched as he swirled his tongue around the stiff peaks. The taste of her skin lured him back just as the deepening scent of her arousal urged him to do more.
He rubbed his lips over the peaks, lightly brushing them, not taking them in his mouth as he wanted. As he knew she wished he’d do. Her back arched, lifting her nipples against his mouth in silent urging.
He swiped his tongue over the right bud. She moaned. He smiled. He loved her reactions. Blowing a puff of air over the moistened peak, he set out to make her even wilder than she was now. He wanted her desperate. After what happened yesterday and her insistence that she couldn’t be his mate, he was aching to claim her.
“Jagger, damn you, suck my breast or stop playing around!” Her voice cracked as he trailed his tongue over the peak again.
He looked up at her and found her glaring down at him. Judging by that searing glance and the scent of her arousal, she was heating nicely. He was pleased that her hands hadn’t lifted from the blanket. “In time.”
He returned to his ministrations at her breast. Dragging his tongue over the stiff peak, he tormented her nipple. She moaned and arched, but her hands remained clenched on the blanket. Her body shivered when he finally put his mouth over her hardened nub. He drew on it hard before scraping his teeth over it and drawing back. He moved to the other side and treated it to the same slow torment.
She was trembling when he began to move down her body. As he did, he gripped the waistband of her pants and began to pull them down. He wanted to see and taste her sweet pussy and this was in the way. In any other circumstances, he would have ripped the garment off her, but she didn’t have anything else to wear back to camp.
“Jagger.” Her hips lifted and her thighs parted.
The inviting move sent more blood racing straight to his cock but didn’t help him get the last of her clothes off. He tugged off her shoes and tossed them over his shoulder. After he pulled her pants and underwear off, he stared down at her curvy, long legs. They parted, giving him a glimpse of her pussy. The lips glistened with her juices.
He moved up between them and swiped his tongue over the plump folds. Her hips wriggled. He gripped her hip with one hand as ran his tongue between the folds. Her taste and her scent flooded his senses and he wanted more. He wanted to feel her climax beneath his tongue and then to experience the ripple of her pussy over his cock as he fucked her. Mates. He had to remind himself that he needed to hear her say the words. She’d believe it and know that she was his.
About the Author
Rebecca Airies writes fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi romance. She’s been a dreamer all of her life. She loves getting lost in the lives of her characters and learning about them. In her free time, you might find her reading, writing (Yes, she write in her free time, too—bad poetry, flash fiction and you never know when the muse will strike), gardening, listening to music and spending time with family and friends. A native Texan, she was raised in small town, but now lives in Abilene. Rebecca would love to hear from you, visit her website and drop her a note. You can find her books at Ellora’s Cave. Www.ellorascave.com
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