Mating heat could become the Breeds’ worst enemy if the public at large learned of it. For now though, it was the greatest pleasure Cabal had ever known in his life. His emotions were in chaos, hell if he knew what to do with them, but he knew that nothing in this world or any other could be as good as touching his mate.
He strode to the door, slid the key card through the security lock, waited for the light to turn green, then twisted the door latch.
The door swung open, and he was confronted with a sight that made the blood in his veins boil with lust.
His mate. His woman. And she was beautifully, splendidly naked as she froze in place, just outside the bathroom door.
Cabal now felt the heat rising inside his body like an inferno. How the hell was he supposed to stay sane, to keep his head straight, when the sight of her bare body made him dizzy with f**king lust?
Maybe having Rule and Lawe here wouldn’t be a bad idea after all, he thought, as he tore off his jacket.
The denim material dropped to the floor as he watched her eyes widen.
“Don’t you dare move,” he growled as she started to step back into the bathroom. “For both our sakes, Cassa. Stay still.”
He swore he could feel a ringing in his ears as he tore off his T-shirt before turning his attention to loosening the material of his jeans.
His c**k was so damned hard it felt like steel, so hot he wondered why he wasn’t blistered.
She stood there like an angel, wide-eyed, almost innocent. Her long hair lay around her shoulders and down her back, thick and heavy, darker with dampness. High, full br**sts were topped with hard, reddened ni**les. Her slender waist and softly rounded hips led to smooth, creamy thighs and a patch of soft, dark blond curls to entice him.
He inhaled her scent again, growing nearly drunk on the smell of her arousal. It hit his head like a potent drug, almost making him dizzy as he tore his boots, then jeans from his body.
She just stood there, watching him. A damp sheen covered her shoulders; there was a single drop of water lying against her breast. Her ni**les were peaked so hard they looked like ripe berries, sweet and ready for him to taste.
Another man had once touched her body, he thought with rabid fury. Had kissed her, stroked her. His scent no longer lingered on her, but Cabal clearly remembered a time when it had.
He needed that memory wiped away. He needed his scent to become so much a part of hers that when he smelled her sweetness, there were no lingering memories of any others taint ing her.
She was his. She carried his mark on her shoulder. Her scent was infused with the mating heat now, but soon, so soon, it would change. Her scent would meld with his, creating something different, something unique. She would be marked by him, into her very DNA. She would never escape him.
“I told you.” His voice was rough when he wished he could make it softer, gentler for her. “I own you.”
What did the tone of voice matter though, when stating such a harsh claim? he asked himself.
Her eyes narrowed as he faced her, naked and aroused.
“You wish you owned me,” she stated clearly, enraging the animal inside him. “No man owns me, Cabal.”
He reached her in a few long strides, his fingers sliding into her hair to grip her head and hold her still.
“You’re mine.”
“In your dreams.” Confidence and steely amusement glittered in her gray eyes. Damn her. She would never admit what he knew they were both well aware of. She belonged to him, there was no way her body could deny him.
His head lowered, his lips covering hers without preliminaries, sinking against the soft silk of them, his tongue pushing into her mouth to release the hormone that gathered in the glands beneath his tongue.
She took it, she took him. A little moan whispered into the kiss as her soft hands lifted to grip his biceps, as though she needed to hold on through the storm raging between them.
“Deny it now,” he bit out harshly as his lips lifted just enough to allow her to speak.
“My body can’t deny you, Cabal,” she stated, her voice husky with arousal now. “That’s all you own. And its probably all you’ll ever own.”
There was an edge of bitterness in her voice that bothered him, a faint sadness. It reminded him of her attempt to curl into his arms that morning, and his rush to escape the swirl of emotions that had swept through him.
His fingers tightened in her hair. Soft, dark blond lashes drifted over her eyes in pleasure as he did so. She was so easy to pleasure, he thought. Each touch he had given her the night before had had her turning to him with eager need. With hunger.
His c**k throbbed at the thought. That unruly organ was insistent that he take her again, now. Preliminaries be damned. To spread her thighs, grip her ass and push hard and deep inside her.