STORY EXCERPT

Seeing a slight movement, one he knew only he and his packmates would have seen, he stayed low and moved around the side of several bushes, shocked to his core to see that someone was in the process of climbing out a window, a window in the house his men were currently searching.

Straightening, and confident the intruder wouldn’t see him in the darkness, Sam moved closer.

Instinctively keeping to the shadows, Sam continued to silently close in on her, smiling at the smooth way she came out of the window and the efficiently in closing it again without a sound.

She moved like a thief, and her scent was driving him wild.

Determined to catch her, he slid his earpiece from his ear and stuck it in a pocket.

Curious now, he waited to see which way she would move, and when she started in the other direction, he followed her.

To his surprise, she suddenly stilled and turned around, as if sensing him.

Just as she did, a sudden breeze blew her scent to him, much stronger than before.

His cock throbbed with the need to take her, and he hadn’t even seen her face.

His mate!

He’d waited forever to find her, but he hadn’t anticipated how strongly finding her would affect his senses.

His skin tightened, the awareness making everything sharper, crisper, and filling him with a sense of masculine possessiveness that he’d never experienced before.

The need to claim his mate, cover her body with his and take her hard and fast, the need to imprint himself on her and brand her as his own overwhelming.

Her scent, so sweet and enticing, drew him like a magnet, the feminine, erotic scent of it filling his senses.

His packmates had warned them all, but words couldn’t come close to describing what meeting his mate felt like.

Now, he faced the challenge of making her his.

Dressed all in black, she looked mysterious and dangerous, and he wanted nothing more than to explore the curves molded lovingly in the black jumpsuit.

He stilled, breathing in deeply, the most incredible scent he’d ever experienced shocking him to his core, filling him with a sense of urgency.

Of relief.

Of purpose.

And a possessiveness that couldn’t be ignored.

He’d found his mate.

He still couldn’t believe it, part of him convinced that it would never happen.

Not about to let her get away, he moved faster, catching her against him with an arm around her waist. Lifting her from her feet, he pressed his face against her neck and whipped off the mask similar to the one he wore, revealing a mass of blonde hair that had been restrained in a messy ponytail. “What were you doing in there?”

Her breath hitched, an enticing sound that he looked forward to hearing in the bedroom. “None of your business.”

He knew she had to feel his cock pressing against her lower back, her defiance arousing him even more, something he hadn’t believed possible.

He absolutely ached to take her.

Lowering her to her feet, he kept a hand wrapped around her wrist to keep her from taking off and pointed to the letters emblazoned across his chest.

She gasped and lifted her gaze to his. “FBI? Shit.”

 Stunning.

Blonde hair framed a face that kept him transfixed. Her delicate features, almond-shaped eyes that appeared in the faint light to be blue, a dainty nose, and lips that begged to be kissed held him enthralled.

“You broke into that house. Wearing gloves. I can arrest you.” He heard the huskiness in his tone, but need made it impossible to control it.

The image of strip searching her rose in his mind, telling him just how far he was gone.

“Shit.”

“That’s quite a vocabulary you have there. What’s your name?”

Mesmerized by his eyes, a glittering blue that did strange things to her stomach, she found she had to swallow before answering. “Sherry. You can’t prove that I broke in.”

“I watched you come out. What’s your last name?”

“What’s your name?”

“Special Agent Sam Young. What were you doing in there? Are you a friend of his? His girlfriend?” He kept glancing toward the house and looked down at his earpiece, closing it in his hand so his agents wouldn’t hear him.

Sherry snorted. “Hardly.” She made a quick decision. “Tell your men to look under the shoe rack in his closet. He has sex tapes, and he’s blackmailing women and cops.”

He pulled down his mask, revealing a strongly masculine face that somehow managed to be beautiful despite the harsh lines. “Christ. That explains a lot.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re the one who turned off his alarm, aren’t you?”

Sherry shrugged and grinned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Your men should turn it back on before they leave.”

“You’re coming with me. I’ve got some questions for you.”

Sherry wanted Larry to get everything coming to him, but she didn’t want the FBI to know anything about her sister. “I can’t. Please. I’ll meet you at Joe’s Diner at midnight.”

After several long seconds, the agent nodded. “I’ll be there. Don’t stand me up.” He slid in his earpiece. “I’ll be right there.” He gave Sherry a look as he continued to talk to whoever spoke to him through the earpiece. “I thought I heard something and came to check it out. Look in his closet. Check for a hidden compartment under his shoes.”

When Sherry pulled her cap back on, pulled it down over her face, and turned to leave, he grabbed her wrist.

His eyes narrowed. “Be there. If I have to track you down, I won’t be as nice.”

Looking into his eyes, she tried to ignore the shivers that went up her arm, her breasts still warm and tingling from the muscular forearm they’d rested on when he’d held her against him. “I will.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Cupping her face, he ran his thumb down her cheek, the tenderness in his eyes and his touch softening her toward him even more. “I know, baby. It’s the same for me. I have to have you.”

He took her mouth with his again, swallowing her moans as he tugged the hem of her shirt from her black jeans and slid his hand inside, and somehow, she found herself on her back in the backseat of his car.

Sherry cried out at his touch, the soft slide of his fingers up her belly filling her with flush after flush of heat and anticipation. Writhing beneath his tender touch, she yanked his T-shirt free of his trousers and shoved it upward, desperate to touch him.

Another cry escaped when he slid his hand behind her and released the fastening of her bra. Wrapping her legs around him, she lifted into him, rubbing her slit against the huge bulge pressing against it.

He swallowed even more cries when he pushed her shirt and bra out of the way and covered her breast with his hand, lightly stroking her nipple.

To her shock, the release she needed washed over her, stiffening her body as a rush of pleasure consumed her.

Sam groaned and broke off his kiss, staring down at her as he hurriedly unfastened her jeans and shoved them down to her knees. “Jesus.”

Rising to his knees the best that a man his size could in the confines of the car, Sam reached into the pocket of his trousers, his gaze holding hers as he lowered his pants and rolled on the condom, his thighs pressing against the backs of hers, holding them high, her jeans keeping her knees together. “I’ve got to taste you.”

To her amazement, the orgasm diminished, leaving behind a hunger even stronger than before. Seeing Sam’s intention as he slid his hands under her bottom, lifting her as he lowered his head, Sherry attempted to sit up and reach for him, but her position made it impossible. “No. Please! Just take me!”

Sam groaned and kissed the back of her thigh. “I’m sorry, baby. I have to.”

Sherry reached for something to hold on to as he lowered his head and closed his mouth over her clit, the quick flicks of his tongue sending her senses into overload. Every inch of her body shimmered with heat, a heat that centered at her slit and sent her over in another rush of pleasure, one that only intensified the hunger. “Sam! Please!”

She sucked in a breath when he poked his tongue into her pussy and groaned, his hands tightening even more on her ass cheeks. As he circled his tongue just inside her pussy, Sherry kicked her legs, shocked to find herself on the edge again. “No! Take me! I can’t stand it!”

With a noise that sounded suspiciously like a purr, Sam rose over her and, with an arm around her waist, flipped her to knees and covered her body with his. “Be still.”

Shocking her again, he pushed her hair to the side, closed his teeth lightly on her neck, and positioned the head of his cock at her pussy opening.

The threatening, but overwhelmingly masculine and erotic arrogance called to every feminine instinct inside her, and she found herself submitting to his demand without thought, a whimpered moan escaping as he slowly entered her.

She rocked her hips, moving against him in a desperate attempt to take more of his cock. “Oh! Yes! Please! More!”

Releasing her neck, Sam laved the sensitive skin. “I’ll give you more, m— baby.”

He thrust into her, a hand at the back of her neck holding the top half of her body down while a firm hand at her hips kept them lifted for his thrusts. “Easy. I’ve got you.”

Until he spoke, Sherry hadn’t realized how much she struggled against his hold in an effort to get him to move faster. She no longer recognized the primitive cries pouring from her, nor had she ever experienced the vibrating sensation of his cock as it moved inside her.

“Oh fuck!” Sam’s guttural tone excited her even more.

Sherry had never felt such pleasure and, wanting more, flattened her hands against the door, her entire body breaking out in a sweat. “Sam! What’s happening? Oh God!”

She tried to part her legs wider as another orgasm approached, but her jeans prevented it. Shaking her head, she dislodged his hand and threw her head back, lost in a pleasure she’d never thought possible.

Her clit felt so swollen and heavy that every time he thrust the friction against it threatened her sanity. Her pussy had to stretch to accommodate his thick cock, impossibly vibrating deep inside her…deeper than she ever thought possible.

Each stroke of his cock threatened to send her over, her arousal so intense she whimpered when he slowed his strokes. “Please!”

Covering her body with his, he braced a hand above hers on the door and slid a hand to her breast. “I want it to last.”

“Please! I can’t stand it!” Her voice broke off with a sob, a sob that earned another curse from him.

“Okay. Okay, baby.” His gravelly voice, warm against her neck, thrilled her. “I’ll give you want you want.”

He thrust faster, his arm tightening around her. “Whatever you want, my mate.”

She felt his teeth on her neck again, a swipe of his teeth that somehow held both tenderness and erotic demand as he went even deeper.

“Come.”

She’d never know if it was his soft command or his next deep thrust that sent her over, but when her orgasm slammed into her, she stopped thinking altogether.

The pleasure burst inside her with a force that left her breathless, stiffening her body against his. Her cries of pleasure, of shock, blended with Sam’s deep, guttural moans of pleasure, creating the most erotic and decadent sound she’d ever heard.