Megans Mark (Breeds 6)

"Dammit, if you're going to fuck me then do it," she cried. "Stop teasing me to death_"

She cried out a second later as he drove home, burying the hard length of his cock inside her.

Control was a thing of the past. There was nothing now but the drive to release, the need to still the burning hunger raging through her. Her hips lifted with no urging from his hands. Her cunt milked at the driving flesh, tightening around him, flexing, pulsing as each stroke drove her higher, sent her flying until her orgasm slammed through her. It jerked her shoulders from the bed as her hands gripped his arms, her eyes staring into his as he drove home again. Harder. Deeper. A tight, almost painful grimace twisted his expression as she felt the head of his cock throb, swell further, then…

Horror swept across his face as she felt the change. The swelling of the already thick crest, the extension reaching out, locking into the back of the pulsing muscles that gripped him, feathering inside her, pressing firmly into a spot that sent sensation crashing through her mind.

The new orgasm it triggered was too much to bear. She auld only convulse. She slammed back to the bed, her body jerking, her cries pleading whimpers of insensible words as she heard his roar, felt the hard, hot blasts of semen spewing inside her and the hot kiss of the flesh lock him to her.

Megan stared up at him, her eyes wide, her gaze locked with Braden's glittering, golden depths as she felt the odd pressure pressing into the too-sensitive flesh high in her pussy. Emotions whipped from him into her. Distant, scatttered thoughts that slipped into her now-open mind as she felt her strange connection with him become deeper.

Stronger.

Barb.

Bonded.

Locked together.

Possession. Raging, intense, soul-jarring possession.

He stared back at her in tortured disbelief.

Animal.

The thought was filled with pain and self-disgust. And it wasn't her thought. It came from him. From the deepest, darkest reaches of his soul.

She felt her lips curve, her smile weak, though tinted with the small shred of amusement that began to fill her.

"I like your animal" she whispered, her voice strained as another shudder of orgasmic pleasure tore through her body. "My animal"

Chapter Twelve

There was nothing like the morning after. Braden stood on the back porch watching the sun come up, a mug of coffee steaming in his hand as he stared at the mountains in the distance. He could feel the eyes watching the house.

Friendly and enemy alike. He knew there was at least one team of Felines watching over them, but he was certain there was a Coyote in the midst somewhere.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the fresh air of a new day wash over him, through him. The tint of malevolence wasn't strong. There was just a hint of the danger, of the evil stalking them. Not close enough to matter, but out there all the same.

As he sipped from the coffee mug and scanned the area searching for the most likely spot in the ridged hills surrounding them for the Coyotes to hide themselves. Jonas had sent the maps and aerial shots of the land through the secure satellite connection the laptop used. The most likely spots had been marked, though the team scouring the cliffs and hidden caverns had yet to find any sign of the Coyotes. There were just too many damned places to hide.

At the moment, he almost wished he were sitting in one of them.

He could hear Megan in the kitchen, muttering to herself as she went over the files. Again. The laptop sat on the kitchen table, the database of Felines and available information open to her. There would be no keeping her out of it now. As his mate, she would have to adapt, to learn how to live the often violent, rarely secure lives they led.

His mate. His body had certainly reinforced that sentiment. The memory

of the pleasure and the shock of the barb emerging from his cock the night before still had him grasping for understanding. For acceptance.

He pushed his fingers through his hair restlessly, fighting to ignore the throb of his erection behind the material of his jeans. It refused to ease. And he'd be damned if he would take her again without her asking. Without some sign that she wasn't sickened by what had happened the night before.

Not that she had appeared sickened by it. But a woman on the edge of unconsciousness couldn't very well be trusted to be truthful. She had given in to exhaustion moments later, her body relaxing in his arms even as her tight heat held him captive within her.

"Braden, what the hell is an A Force?" she called out in frustration. "You really need a directory here. "

He winced at the question. He was a part of A Force.

"Assassin, Megan. " He kept his voice tempered, hiding the irritability feeding him now.