own was splurge enough.
The froth of pink held in one hand, she looked up and crooked a finger. When he bent over, she nipped at his lower lip. “Want me to model it?”
His eyes gleamed. “I thought you’d never ask.”
And that was how Memory found herself exiting the bathroom a few minutes later dressed in a new pink bra and matching panties, and nothing else. Unless you counted her hair, which was doing its usual crazy thing.
Alexei wolf-whistled as she strode across the length of their bedroom as if on a catwalk, one hand on her hip and breasts high. “Twirl,” he called out.
Giggling, she turned, gave him a sassy look over one shoulder, then swiveled back to blow him a kiss . . . before running to the bed to pounce on him. Never, never had she thought she would ever feel this young and carefree. The idea that she’d one day be tussling in bed with a golden wolf who thought she was beautiful and sexy and told her so hadn’t even been a dream.
They laughed and played and she kissed him all over and told him he was wonderful.
“I know,” he said solemnly.
Grinning, she bit his throat. One hand in her hair, he held her close, arching his throat so she could do what she wanted. And what she wanted was to adore her wolf. This time, she got him naked first, then ran her hands over every hard ridge and hollow, pressed her mouth to delectable inch by delectable inch.
He groaned when she closed her hands around the thick hardness of his cock. “Take the bra off or I’ll be putting in a repeat order.”
Reaching back, Memory unhooked the bra, then tugged it off her arms and put it carefully at the end of the bed. Alexei’s hands were on her waist before she finished turning, and she was flat on her back seconds later. He hooked his fingers into her panties, pulled them down the heated skin of her legs.
Lifting her arms above her head, she stretched her body as she spread her thighs, enticing her mate.
He slid one hand under the curve of her thigh, squeezed. “Pretty lioness.” Kisses across her navel, lower.
Memory gasped and clutched at his hair. “Alexei.” It came out a touch shocked.
A rumble in his chest, he kissed her inner thigh. “Yes?”
It took her no time to make her decision. “Yes.” She had no secrets from Alexei, no part of herself she wouldn’t share.
Claws slicing out, he pushed her legs open wider, then he devoured her like the wolf he was. Memory lost count of her orgasms at some point after three. By the time her very satisfied wolf mate finally pushed his cock inside her, she was pure boneless female. Eyes heavy-lidded, she watched him move above her, this wolf with the face of a young god and a heart so big it loved too hard and hurt too much.
Today, however, his emotions were as young and as playful as her own. When he kissed her it was with a smile. Wrapping her lazy limbs around him, Memory held on to her mate as he took her with an erotic slowness that had her gasping his name again at the end.
Chapter 58
While twins are not to be separated at birth, so-called Harmonies are to be curtailed. Though most prevalent in twins, this rare phenomenon has, through Psy history, occasionally been found in unrelated individuals who share an unusually close bond.
Regardless, Harmonies go against every tenet of Silence by forging a deeper emotional tie between the pair with each use. Twins who display this propensity—or twins born into a family with a history of it—should be separated and alienated from one another as soon as they turn seven years of age, and are no longer at risk of psychic collapse.
—Classified rider to Coda 27 of the Silence Protocol (to be disclosed only to trusted individuals in affected families)
HE COULDN’T GET to the comatose Arrow. The squad’s minds were all but invisible in the PsyNet and they’d no doubt surrounded their injured squadmate when the male’s own shields failed. Even if he had been able to find the dying Arrow, he couldn’t do this alone. He needed the cooperation of the one person who had no loyalty to him.
His twin opened the door with an expressionless face. “Pax,” Theodora said. “What have I done to merit your presence? Come to hand me another headache?”
He looked into that blonde and blue-eyed face