her entrance poised over the tip of my cock.
“I told you. I’m not Reed.” I gripped her hips and slammed up into her tight, wet heat.
She let out a hiss, her body trembling.
Fuck. She’s probably sore from earlier. Cursing myself for being a brute, I went still. “We can stop.” As much as I wanted her, I refused to bring her pain.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and shook her head. Then she began to ride me. Initially, she moved slowly. Then, faster and faster. Soon her dizzying pace made my eyes cross and my balls ache with the need to spill inside her.
I fought for self-control, wanting to make our encounter last.
She made it near impossible with the way she circled her hips.
Keening sounds escaped her lips as her muscles tensed and her eyes went unseeing. Knowing she was close, I ground my pelvis against her clit.
She threw back her head and screamed so loud I imagined Dom could hear her orgasming outside.
A burst of masculine satisfaction rolled through me. “You’re mine,” I exclaimed.
Her spasming pussy clamped down so hard on me I saw stars. Unable to hold back, I came with a shout that echoed through the empty locker room.
Panting, Lee pushed her wet hair out of her face. “That was even better than last time, Not Reed.”
Incapable of speaking, I grunted and dragged her over me. As I held her tightly under the hot spray of the shower, something that felt a lot like hope stirred inside my chest.
All was not lost. My twin brother was alive somewhere. I’d discovered a way to be with my mate. And although I was bound to my enemy, I’d found a way to slip his leash. Using this body, or another, I’d make Dom pay for his crimes.
Soon, I’d be free of him and anyone else who would seek to control me. Then, with my mate by my side, I’d make a new life in whatever remained of this world.
Ghost was right. Opportunity came from chaos and I was going to seize it by its motherfucking throat.
Smiling against my mate’s wet hair, I let myself relax for the first time in a very long time.
“Sooo,” a voice drawled inside my head. “Am I still hallucinating?”
The adventure continues with Claiming Her Beasts Book Two…
Live by his rules or die by them…
The city fell. Help never came. Now our lives depend on playing by Dominic’s punishing rules. But the icy-cold sergeant’s brutal tactics and questionable motives make him just as dangerous as the monsters outside.
Even worse, my visceral attraction to Dominic and a deadly shifter is pushing Reed further into insanity. His bouts of amnesia and animalistic rages may force me to make a soul-shattering choice—love or survival?
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Claiming The Nanny
Claiming Her Mates: Book One
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Claiming Her Mates: Book Two
Claiming Her Mates: Book Three
Claiming Her Mates Series Collection
Claiming the Wardens
Claiming Her Beasts: Book One
Claiming Her Beasts: Book Two
Excerpt from Claiming Her Mates: Book One
1
Havana
“What do you want for Christmas, you naughty girl?” asked the middle-aged man leering at me. The light from the dusty chandelier reflected off the gold band on his left hand, temporarily blinding me.
He probably told his wife he was working late. Ugh. Years of playing my seductive role prevented me from curling my lip in disdain. Instead, I continued undulating to the beat of the dance music being piped into the small red velvet VIP room.
“Come on, you can tell me,” the man insisted, stroking his Santa-like white beard.
I should’ve been coy with my answer, but the truth sprang from my lips before I could bite back the words. “Someone to share it with.”
The man blinked up at me with blood-shot eyes.
Great, Vana, why don’t you just kill the mood? Trying