“Walker . . . did we just . . .” Shocked words, rapid breaths.
Chapter 54
HE MOVED UP the bed to rise over her. “Lara?”
“Yes?”
“Let’s have sex first, talk later.” He might’ve been Silent once, but that man was long gone. The one who remained was holding on to his control by the skin of his teeth.
Hands on his chest, shaping and petting. “Okay.”
When he reached down to caress the slick heat between her thighs, she grabbed his wrist. “Let’s skip the foreplay this time.”
“Okay.” Spreading her thighs, he stroked into her, going slow because she seemed too tiny to take him. The heat of her was a sensual jolt that threatened to wrench the reins from his grasp. He’d thought about sinking into her tight grasp, thought about exploring this beautiful body with its soft curves, but never had he realized the savage impact of this act.
Mine. It was a primitive thought.
Right then, she locked her legs around him and thrust her body up at the same time.
Lara cried out as the aggressive heat of Walker slammed home inside of her, clutching at his back in a vain effort to find an anchor. Her mind was awash in shock and wonder, her body buzzed. She parted her lips to speak, found the words stolen by a demanding male mouth that set her free only long enough to ask, “Does it hurt?”
“So good.” She bit at his jaw, and he reacted the way he always did when she did that.
He took over her mouth, licking and tasting and demanding . . . while moving in her, slow and deep, one callused hand on her hip to pin her in place. Having hungered for this most intimate of skin privileges for so very long, she met him kiss for kiss, touch for touch, but it was crystal clear she’d never be the dominant in bed.
Her wolf had no argument with that. She was a healer. She needed a mate who was strong, able to care for her as she cared for others. Kissing at his neck as he reached down to cup her bu**ocks, to angle her for a deeper penetration, she felt her entire body clench. “Walker! Please.”
His next strokes were hard and fast and possessive, his kisses the same. Pleasure rippled over her in waves and then crashed, breaking her into a thousand splinters. She held him to the end. Never was she letting this man and his heart go. Never.
IT was after the third round of sex—yes, she was sore, and no, she didn’t give a damn—that Lara worked off enough energy that her brain started to function on any level other than the sensual. Snuggling close to Walker, who lay on his side beside her, stroking her curves with those delicious hands, she kissed his chest, licking up the salt-laced taste of dark water and snow-dusted firs.
Her wolf snuggled up next to him, too, bathing itself in the radiance of the mating bond. It was strong and steady, just like the man who was her mate. “You know this is for life, right?” she asked, half afraid he’d want to back off now that the buzz was gone.
“Yes.” He stroked his hand over her butt. “The mating bond will make it easier to keep an eye on you.”
“Walker.”
He switched positions so he leaned over her. “Lara.”
Oh, she knew she was going to have trouble with him—but damn if she wasn’t looking forward to it. “Can you see us in the web?”
“Yes.” A satisfied smile. “It’s rearranged itself so you’re by me. Where I can shield you.”
“I never knew you were this possessive.”
Her answer was a slow, hot kiss that had her rubbing herself against his thigh. Before he could take over, she pushed him to his back and rose to straddle him. Those distinctive green eyes lingered on the modest swell of her br**sts with such carnal intent, her toes curled. When he reached up to touch her, explore her, he did so with such intense focus she felt as if she was the most intriguing thing he had ever seen.
He pinched her nipple in precisely the way she’d whispered she enjoyed that sultry night in her apartment. “Lara?”
“Yes?” It was a trembling question.
“Teach me more of the foreplay you like.”
She was a changeling, sensuality in her blood—and yet his blunt request had her breathless. “I like everything you do to me.”
“In that case”—he flipped her onto her back again, spread her thighs—“I think we should explore the concept of o**l s*x.”
Her brain hazed over. And stayed hazed.
Because once Walker Lauren put his mind to something, it didn’t budge—and the man did not leave any task unfinished. “Hmm,” he said after the orgasm left her a quivering mass of female flesh. “Let’s do that again now that I know what I’m doing.”
Now that he— “Touch me and die.” Grabbing those big shoulders, she hauled him up.
“No more o**l s*x?” A quiet, sexy smile she knew only she would ever see.
Her entire body melted. “Oh, no. Yes, to more o**l s*x.” Pushing him onto his back, she slid down his body.
Her mate, she learned, knew some very interesting words.
JUDD had gone to Xavier’s to pass over a data crystal encoded with information relating to a woman his friend had been searching for, for years, but as he waited for Xavier to finish speaking to someone in his office and come on out, he found a black-garbed male taking a seat on the moonlit back steps next to him.
He wasn’t surprised—he’d expected this from the instant his family’s cover had been blown. “Hello, Aden.”
Aden looked out at the kitchen garden behind the church. “I did not expect to find you so near a place of worship.”