Megans Mark (Breeds 6)

Braden braced himself over her, his teeth opening over her shoulder as

his hips moved faster, pounding his cock inside her with sharp, jack hammering thrusts that had her screaming. She tilted her hips and rocked back into him as she felt wildfire twisting through her pussy, her spasming womb, climbing higher, hotter.

He snarled at her neck, and as though the trigger had been released, she exploded. Her back arched, white-hot heat whipped through her body as her orgasm ripped through her nerve endings at the exact moment she felt Braden's teeth sink into her shoulder.

Pain, pleasure-both exploded through her, one driving the other higher until she didn't know where they began, where they ended or if reality would ever return. The hard, erotic extension locked him inside her, heating her further, driving her climax harder. She felt Braden's cock jerk, felt the hard, jetting pulses of his seed shooting inside her as he growled again, a low, throaty sound of pleasure as his release rocked him as hard as hers tore through her.

Megan collapsed beneath him, feeling his lips lift from her shoulder, his tongue lapping at the wound she knew he must have made. It should have hurt like a son of a bitch; instead, she felt only a low. distant ache and a slight sting.

And Braden.

"You bit me. " She could barely push the words past her lips. "Told you

not to bite me again. "

He growled. The sound sent a pulse of pleasure raking over her nerve endings as she moaned in defeat. Hell, what was a little bite? She was sated and exhausted, more relaxed than she could ever remember being. She could handle a little bite or two.

Maybe.

Chapter Fourteen

"This biting stuff is going to have to stop. " Megan surveyed the damage to her shoulder in the mirror over the sink as she frowned at the slight bruising. Talk about the hickey from hell.

Two small punctures pierced the flesh, reminding her of the gory vampire books she liked to read. She shivered at the thought.

"It's not that bad. " His voice was quiet as he stood in the doorway watching her, his eyes dark gold, his expression carefully blank as he glanced at her shoulder.

She tried to sense what he was thinking and feeling, but he held it back, keeping it carefully behind the shields that seemed such a natural part of him.

"Wish I could do that," she muttered in exasperation before pulling on the soft cotton tank top she was going to be forced to wear beneath her blouse. This was definitely a no-bra day.

"You could, if you tried. " Megan stilled. She could hear the determination now, carefully banked.

Lifting the cotton blouse from the hook on the wall beside her, she shrugged into it, buttoning the loose material as she ignored him and his comment.

"I need to go into the office this morning. " She tucked the shirt into her jeans before snapping them and latching her belt. "I'm sure I have plenty of paperwork piled up and waiting. I may as well take care of it while we're waiting for whatever answers you're going to come up with for this. "

Braden crossed his arms over his chest. She ignored the action.

"The paperwork can wait. " Damn. His voice hadn't changed; neither had his expression. That wasn't a good sign.

"For what?" She turned and faced him squarely now. It was better to get it out in the open and fight over it before they left the house. She was evidently not going to like whatever he had to say or he would have said it already.

"We have a job to do, Megan," he reminded her. "We have to find out why those Breeds were murdered and what the Council wants with you. We're not going to do that in this house fucking ourselves to death, or in the office completing your paperwork. "

"I didn't tell you to infect me with that funky hormone shit you have going on, Braden," she pointed out with a scowl. "So don't blame me for your own horniness. "

He grunted at her declaration.

"Stop trying to change the subject. " He straightened from the doorframe, pulling himself to his full sexy, broad height as he stared down that perfect nose of his. Well, maybe not so perfect. She looked closer, barely detecting where the flattened plane appeared to be misaligned by the smallest degree. Aha, an imperfection. She knew he

had to have one somewhere.

"So tell me what the subject is. " Unfortunately, she was afraid she already knew. "I haven't heard you actually state anything, yet. "

We're heading back into the desert today," he informed her. "Area Six fifteen, Section C. It's a small canyon we suspect Mark and Aimee may have gone to before heading to the gully where you found them. "

Megan paused. "And you know this how?"