Breeds 07 Megan's Mark

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screaming. She tilted her hips and rocked back into him as she felt wildfire twisting through her
pussy, her spasming womb, climbing higher, hotter.
He snarled at her neck, and as though the trigger had been released, she exploded. Her back arched,
white-hot heat whipped through her body as her orgasm ripped through her nerve endings at the exact
moment she felt Braden's teeth sink into her shoulder.
Pain, pleasure-both exploded through her, one driving the other higher until she didn't know where
they began, where they ended or if reality would ever return. The hard, erotic extension locked him
inside her, heating her further, driving her climax harder. She felt Braden's cock jerk, felt the hard,
jetting pulses of his seed shooting inside her as he growled again, a low, throaty sound of pleasure as
his release rocked him as hard as hers tore through her.
Megan collapsed beneath him, feeling his lips lift from her shoulder, his tongue lapping at the wound
she knew he must have made. It should have hurt like a son of a bitch; instead, she felt only a low.
distant ache and a slight sting.
And Braden.
"You bit me." She could barely push the words past her lips. "Told you
not to bite me again."
He growled. The sound sent a pulse of pleasure raking over her nerve endings as she moaned in
defeat. Hell, what was a little bite? She was sated and exhausted, more relaxed than she could ever
remember being. She could handle a little bite or two.
Maybe.
Chapter Fourteen
"This biting stuff is going to have to stop." Megan surveyed the damage to her shoulder in the mirror
over the sink as she frowned at the slight bruising. Talk about the hickey from hell.
Two small punctures pierced the flesh, reminding her of the gory vampire books she liked to read.
She shivered at the thought.
"It's not that bad." His voice was quiet as he stood in the doorway watching her, his eyes dark gold,
his expression carefully blank as he glanced at her shoulder.
She tried to sense what he was thinking and feeling, but he held it back, keeping it carefully behind the
shields that seemed such a natural part of him.
"Wish I could do that," she muttered in exasperation before pulling on the soft cotton tank top she was
going to be forced to wear beneath her blouse. This was definitely a no-bra day.
"You could, if you tried." Megan stilled. She could hear the determination now, carefully banked.
Lifting the cotton blouse from the hook on the wall beside her, she shrugged into it, buttoning the loose
material as she ignored him and his comment.
"I need to go into the office this morning." She tucked the shirt into her jeans before snapping them and
latching her belt. "I'm sure I have plenty of paperwork piled up and waiting. I may as well take care
of it while we're waiting for whatever answers you're going to come up with for this."
Braden crossed his arms over his chest. She ignored the action.
"The paperwork can wait." Damn. His voice hadn't changed; neither had his expression. That wasn't a
good sign.
"For what?" She turned and faced him squarely now. It was better to get it out in the open and fight
over it before they left the house. She was evidently not going to like whatever he had to say or he
would have said it already.
"We have a job to do, Megan," he reminded her. "We have to find out why those Breeds were
murdered and what the Council wants with you. We're not going to do that in this house fucking
ourselves to death, or in the office completing your paperwork."
"I didn't tell you to infect me with that funky hormone shit you have going on, Braden," she pointed out
with a scowl. "So don't blame me for your own horniness."
He grunted at her declaration.
"Stop trying to change the subject." He straightened from the doorframe, pulling himself to his full
sexy, broad height as he stared down that perfect nose of his. Well, maybe not so perfect. She looked
closer, barely detecting where the flattened plane appeared to be misaligned by the smallest degree.
Aha, an imperfection. She knew he
had to have one somewhere.
"So tell me what the subject is." Unfortunately, she was afraid she already knew. "I haven't heard you
actually state anything, yet."
We're heading back into the desert today," he informed her. "Area Six fifteen, Section C. It's a small
canyon we suspect Mark and Aimee may have gone to before heading to the gully where you found
them."
Megan paused. "And you know this how?"
His lips quirked. "Jonas managed to pull another small bit of information out of that Coyote you let
live. We're going to check the canyon because evidently the Coyotes hadn't made it there yet. That
was their next stop. But we suspect Mark and Aimee might have stopped there."
"And you know this how? she asked again.
"GPS tracking was turned off in their vehicle, but they kept a directional and mileage recorder on.
Analysis of the electronics indicates they were in that canyon for as long as twelve hours. Alive."
She stared back at him silently. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to use the Empathic
abilities she possessed to find the answers the others couldn't.
"It won't work," she told him softly. "If it would work, I wouldn't have to run to this desert to hide. I
would have gone to my superiors and let them help me find a way to make it work."
"I'm not your superior, Megan," he reminded her, his voice dangerously deep now. "And the situation
has changed. Because, baby, I can do more than just mute the emotions flowing around you. I can
amplify them. Today we will find answers."
"Hold on just a damned minute." She rushed through the bedroom, determined to catch up with him as
he moved down the stairs, obviously ignoring her.
"Braden Arness, you hold it right there," she snapped, grabbing the rail and taking the steps two at a
time as she rushed after him.
He stopped all right, turning just in time for her to slam against his chest. She grunted at the hard
contact, silently cursing the hard muscles before pushing back from him fiercely.
"What the hell are you talking about? You can amplify them?"
He arched his brows.
"Get your boots on and I'll show you. It's time to find answers, Megan.
It's obvious the Coyotes are not going to attack again any time soon and give me a chance to force the
answers from them. And we can't stay here, hidden in the desert forever, waiting on them. We find our
answers on our own now."
She stared back at him, fighting the fears rising inside her. She knew what it was like, the struggle to
sift through the bleak emotions, the violence of lives forcibly taken. It was hell, slicing into her brain
with torturous strength. She had never managed it before, had never found so much as a glimmer of
hope that it could be done. Even her grandmother, with her experience in controlling her abilities, had
never truly been able to do it.
"And if I can't?" she asked, hating the thought of failing him, of failing them both. "I've tried before,
Braden."
"Not with me you haven't," he pointed out coolly. "There comes a time, Megan, when you have to stop
hiding and start fighting. I can help you if you'll let me."
Or he could force her to do it his way, whatever it took.
She saw it in his eyes, in the grim set of his mouth. She could feel her stomach twisting with nerves,
her mind already rebelling against the coming pain. The emotions and horror attached to a violent
death took years to recede from the area in which it occurred. It would be just as
strong now as it had been when she first met him.
"Do you want to die like them?" he asked her then. "Do you let the Council win, Megan? Or do you
fight back?"
She fought. The answer was instantaneous. She had never given anything up without a fight, she just
didn't know how to fight this battle.
She moved around him carefully, stepping into the kitchen where her boots sat by the door, her holster
and belt hanging on the coat rack on the wall. She stared at the Glock strapped into its protective [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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