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Marina shook, but not from the motorcycle rumbling between her legs. Her concentration fled the moment Hoss locked her into the leather cuffs. The vile male who’d touched her only minutes before made her skin crawl. Fear from the narrow escape still choked her with its intensity. She’d never placed herself in such a precarious position before.
Given her no-holds-barred approach to life, she should be ecstatic. Curled against her rescuer’s back, flying down the road on his Harley, should have soothed her, relaxed her, yet it didn’t. The feel of his body mixed with the knowledge of the confrontation to come left her nervous, jittery...stimulated.
The dips and grooves of perfectly sculpted muscles rippled beneath her flattened palm. An incredible pair of pecs, rock solid and smooth, led to mile-wide shoulders. They were broad enough to provide shelter while strong enough to let her know he was in charge.
If she had the nerve to move her other hand lower she’d be re-introduced to a cock as thick as her wrist and long enough to satisfy her many times over. Sweat, having nothing to do with the outside temperature, slid between her breasts. Her nipples stood at attention.
She was in trouble.
Something changed her two years ago. Their first night together had been out of control. He’d dominated her, spanked her, and brought her release after erotic release. Somewhere amidst the orgasms, she’d formed a connection. She could sense his emotions. Her body tingled with sensations that were not her own, but his. Impressions of ownership flowed into her, marking her as his, and in the end what had she done? Rather than running, as any sane woman over her head would, she’d reveled in the attention and begged for more.
Only when he’d fallen into a much-needed sleep had she hobbled away, sick with the knowledge that her one-night stand had gone drastically wrong. Two things became clear as she’d left the warmth and safety of his arms: one, a single night of sex with Bastian ruined her for any other man, human or shifter, and two, she’d become strangely attached to him.
Thankfully, the bike’s rumbling pipes covered the sob slipping past the barrier of her lips. No doubt about it, she was in trouble.
Marina tightened her hold as the bike shot onto a familiar dirt drive leading to his cabin. Thighs wide, her bare flesh nestled the top of his ass and the vibration of the bike drove her arousal higher. How typical of her to be both afraid and aroused at the same time.
Bastian pulled into the garage and killed the motorcycle’s engine. He climbed from the bike and turned; with a quick flick of his wrist, he released the snap before pulling the helmet from her head.
Her heart stopped as she got a clear view of the incredible man in front of her. Two years hadn’t changed him significantly, a bit older, more seasoned; still sexy as hell. He now wore black hair in a military buzz cut yet defied convention by growing it longer on top. His face formed an angular shape with lips full and kissable. As perfect as the parts of him happened to be, his eyes held her. Still a startling green, so green they glowed. She’d always found it difficult to look away from him. How did he get away with such a difference while among humans?
He moved close as Marina slid back on the bike’s seat, bracing her body against the sissy bar. She tired quickly from using every ounce of ability to cover her human scent. When he leaned into her neck she stiffened; his nostrils flared as he took her scent into his lungs. Sharp teeth snapped inside her head. A jaguar, with familiar green eyes, paced and growled with a ferocity that intrigued. What could he smell?
“What’s his name, Mari?”
Marina sucked in her breath, “What are you talking about, Bastian?”
Pulling back, Bastian looked into her eyes before quietly repeating his question, “What’s his name?” he said with a firmer voice. “What is the name of the fucking human I’m going to kill for marking you, Mari?”
“K-kill?” She said looking into his glowing green eyes. “Bastian, no one has marked me.”
Disbelief from the man facing her hammered across the connection.
“Only because you snuck out on me, Mari. You left before taking my mark.” His voice lowered. “Not to worry, though. I am going to correct my error as soon as the human has been found and you have been suitably punished for leaving me the way you did.”
The purr in his voice shook her. Arousal poured over her through their bond. Thighs, damp with excitement clenched at his threats. She’d readily take whatever punishment he could dish out.
© 2008 by Serena Shay. All rights reserved.
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