Peeping Tom (20 page)

He licked down her spine, tasting her skin and seeing if he could drive her heart rate even higher. The golden glow bathed them both and he noticed Tomasine was exhibiting signs of partial change as well. Felix cupped the firm globes of her butt and carefully widened her stance so he could see her pussy. He closed his eyes for an instant. God. He was a lucky man. Taking his cock in one hand, he guided it the length of her cleft, stopping just short of her clit.

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Tomasine concentrated on breathing and holding her shape. She’d never felt so turned on, so needy before. And the moment when she’d bitten into his flesh and marked him—she shuddered at the remembered pleasure. The taste of him played through her memory again. A tight sensation in her throat caused her to swallow. Twice. He probed her entrance, smoothing her arousal juices upward and teasing across her puckered rosette. A moan escaped her and he chuckled. It was a dark sound, the sound of a man barely under control, and she loved knowing she could make him this way.

Without warning, he pushed deep with one seamless thrust. Tomasine thought briefly about a condom before discarding the thought. She wanted Felix’s child. Together they would keep all their children safe.

She felt his cock throbbing deep inside her womb. He seemed bigger, larger than usual, and despite her arousal, she struggled to take him. The thin line between pleasure and pain blurred, coalescing before turning in pure pleasure. He nuzzled at her neck and her heart seemed to stop.

Bite me!

She wanted it so bad, needed it as much as her next breath. Tomasine needed to know he desired her as much as she hungered for him.
Please, bite me.
He licked, the rough and abrasive feel of his tongue lashing every pleasure point on her body. “Please,” she gasped. She pleaded. She demanded. When she glanced over her shoulder, she saw he was as close to losing control as she. With the golden luminosity around him, he looked mystical. Powerful. Her mate.

He withdrew before smoothly pushing his cock deep into her womb. They both sighed and a streak of pleasure shot through her.

“Are you ready?” Felix asked, his voice tight. Tense.

“Ready and impatient.”

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He gave a bark of laughter. “Can’t have that.”

“No.”

Felix nibbled at the spot where her neck and shoulder met, the exact same place where she’d marked him. The play of his teeth across her flesh sent a ripple through her womb. Felix groaned, the throbbing hardness of him filling her impossibly full. His talented fingers slipped along her folds and he strummed her swollen clit at the same moment he bit down. Fiery pleasure lashed her body, even better than when she’d bitten Felix and tasted his blood welling in her mouth. She shuddered helplessly, the bite acting as an avalanche, sweeping her away, pushing her into climax. She shattered in convulsive waves, felt his explosive contractions when he came and the delicate lap of his rough tongue as he encouraged the mixing of enzymes between them.

“Felix.”

He lifted his head and withdrew from her body in one quick move. Before she knew it, she was in his protective arms. The golden glow faded and she was vaguely aware of her skin prickling and her body retreating to human.

“Tomasine.” His voice held a wealth of emotion as he kissed her lingeringly. “My mate.” He smoothed her tangled hair from her face, his green eyes glowing with love.

“Yes.” And he was hers. The emotion was real—she knew it with every particle of her body. It was as if physical chains and locks had snapped into place, so strong was the sense of knowing they belonged together. “I love you, my mate.” And that was true as well. She loved him unconditionally. Somehow in all the turbulence, she’d found the one man—a shifter male—who made her whole.

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About the Author

Shelley lives in Auckland, New Zealand, with her husband and a small, bossy dog named Scotty.

Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand-speak: big overseas experience). A yearlong adventure lengthened to six years of roaming the world. Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska, searching for leprechauns in Ireland, and dealing with ghosts in an English pub.

While travel is still a big attraction, these days Shelley is most likely found in front of her computer following another love—that of writing stories of romance and adventure. Other interests include watching rugby and rugby league (strictly for research purposes *grin*), being walked by the dog, and curling up with a good book.

Shelley welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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