Wake A Sleeping Tiger (Breeds 22)
Holding his mate close later that day as he came awake, Cullen felt a sense of relief that was euphoric. This was his woman, his mate. Because of her and the connection they’d shared since that first night at her father’s, he’d controlled the Primal as it emerged.
The extraordinary strength and cunning it possessed had ensured his ability to protect her, but her bond to him and his knowledge that she lived had kept the feral madness from overtaking him.
Now, looking back at the knowledge he’d sensed as the Primal, Cullen knew that connection was the reason he’d also maintained his calm over the years.
Until Chelsea had tried to leave him and resign from the Agency.
Running his hand up her bruised hip in a whisper of a caress, he let the miracle of her sink inside him, warming parts of his soul he’d never known were cold. Those hidden places were now warm and comforted and filled with the love that flowed from his mate.
Brushing his lips against her neck and licking over the mating mark, he felt her come awake. Languidly, lazily, she stretched against him. Her hum of pleasure was a gentle sigh against his arm where she rested her head.
“Good morning,” she murmured, her rear flexing against his hard-on.
“You feel so good this morning.”
“Just this morning?” she asked, a smile filling her voice.
“Every morning.” He nipped her ear, then licked over the little wound.
Her breath caught as he sensed her pleasure and her need beginning to fill the air around him.
“Hip hurt?” he asked, smoothing his hand over her rear, determined he wouldn’t hurt her.
“No pain.” She sounded surprised. “Whatever Graeme put in that injection absolutely rocks.”
He had to grin at that. Graeme’s mad-genius mind occasionally came up with a miracle. That injection, Cullen often thought, was just that, a miracle. A painkiller as well as a powerful aid to the Breed’s already strong ability to heal.
“Feel good, do you?” he chuckled.
“What does he put in that? He could make millions.” She was stretching cautiously again, easing into moving, testing the area of her body that had been abused.
“It only works for Breeds and their mates,” he assured her. “The few humans he tested it on didn’t react real well.”
Violent heaving for the better part of an hour had resulted.
“From the appearance of his lab, money’s no object anyway,” she sighed as his lips brushed over her shoulder. “That feels so good, Cullen.”
His fingers trailed over her thigh.
“You have to rest or the medication in the injection won’t do what it’s supposed to,” he warned her. “So you just lie right there and I’ll take care of everything.”
“Will you?” Laughter bubbled in her throat. “I think I could probably handle that.”
Sliding his hand between her thighs, he lifted her leg, easing it over his as he tucked the head of his cock between the slick, swollen folds he found there.
A little moan fell from her lips as he began working inside her. Slow, easy thrusts, taking her by increments, loving the heated, flexing caress of her snug pussy around the ultrasensitive, engorged head of his cock. So sweet and hot and so much pleasure that he was amazed by it every time she took him.
“I love you,” he groaned at her ear. “With all of me, sweet Chelsea, I love you.”
Chelsea felt her heart melt, the incredible pleasure rushing through her, burning brighter, sharper as she felt the emotion flowing from him. The commitment, the promise, had always been between them.
She had never realized he was always a part of her. He had been a part of her since she sensed he was t
oo terrified to eat because he feared the soup was drugged.
There was so much she knew now, things she sensed. He was a part of her soul, not just a part of her body.
Though the pleasure rushing her as he became a part of her body was so incredible, so sensual, that she knew she’d never find anything this good anywhere but in his arms.