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rubbed. “Hell yeah. Just like that, baby.”
He couldn’t decide which was more fascinating to watch—his cock sliding in and out of her ass or her bringing herself so close to orgasm. He wasn’t ready for her to do that yet, however.
“Don’t you dare come without me,” he snapped.
She hesitated, but her ministrations slowed as she obeyed him. He smiled.
“You’re mine, Jamie.”
She shook her head once and he fucked her harder.
“You are.”
She replied with a sound that was half protest and half acknowledgement. He had her now.
“You are, baby,” he crooned, slowing his thrusts. “Say it. Admit it. And I’ll give you what you want.”
“Yours,” she said. “But that makes you mine.”
Smiling, he stretched out over her, keeping one hand on her hip to hold her still and gripping the back of her head with the other. “I’m not the one who’s been fighting it, sweetheart.”
He kissed her. His tongue fucked her mouth with the same greed as his cock fucked her ass, and he felt that fire between them threatening to explode. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and a keening cry left her lips as she came. That sound was like a salve to his soul. It healed the past hurts and betrayal. Solidified the bond between them. The love.
That awareness undid his last shred of control. His balls drew up so tight it was almost pain. And then his orgasm consumed him. It blew him apart, then put him back together as someone else—someone new.
Mated, that inner voice whispered again.
It was a long time before he could carefully withdraw from her, and even though she’d drifted to sleep, she whimpered a protest and tried to hold him to her. He got a small bowl of soapy water and a cloth and cleaned them both. Then he returned to her, pulling her into his arms where she belonged—where she would never dare hide from him again.
Chapter Five
The next morning, Jamie stood beside Carter in the dining room and, along with what had to be half Mason’s security force, watched as Toler and Martin were led in. Well, actually, all the men watched the two males. Jamie was watching Livie. The woman, who had been friendly until now, had been reserved and jumpy at breakfast. It made Jamie curious about what the nature of her relationship with Martin was exactly.
Since the others were focused on the prisoners, Jamie was probably the only one who noticed the quickly hidden flash of pain on Livie’s face and her careful visual examination of the prisoner. Then Jamie turned to examine Martin too. His body was rigid with tension—not surprising under the circumstances—but instead of being a good little soldier, he ignored the room and everything in it to look over Livie just as thoroughly as she had him.
Jamie leaned close to Carter. “There’s something more than a casual roll in the hay between those two,” she whispered.
Carter snorted and answered her mentally. “Not on his side of it, I promise you.”
“Oh, I think you’re wrong about that, babe. Watch him. He looks like a man blindsided with feelings he has no idea how to deal with and probably would rather not. He’s still coming to terms with it.”
She was getting the hang of this telepathy thing. She couldn’t initiate contact, but while he held the link open between them, she could answer.
“I don’t think you need to be worrying about another man’s emotions,” he half-teased, half-complained. He paused. “And you aren’t. So why bring it up? What are you suggesting?”
“We use it against him.” Was it mercenary? Sure. Necessary? Absolutely. She had no intention of being taken and used as a lab rat again, and she’d be damned if she saw it happen to anyone else. To stop it, she needed answers.
Carter was silent a long moment, and when he finally replied, she was stunned. “You question him. We’ll follow your lead.”
“I think we can clear some people out of here first. Toler too.”
First rule of questioning—separate the
He couldn’t decide which was more fascinating to watch—his cock sliding in and out of her ass or her bringing herself so close to orgasm. He wasn’t ready for her to do that yet, however.
“Don’t you dare come without me,” he snapped.
She hesitated, but her ministrations slowed as she obeyed him. He smiled.
“You’re mine, Jamie.”
She shook her head once and he fucked her harder.
“You are.”
She replied with a sound that was half protest and half acknowledgement. He had her now.
“You are, baby,” he crooned, slowing his thrusts. “Say it. Admit it. And I’ll give you what you want.”
“Yours,” she said. “But that makes you mine.”
Smiling, he stretched out over her, keeping one hand on her hip to hold her still and gripping the back of her head with the other. “I’m not the one who’s been fighting it, sweetheart.”
He kissed her. His tongue fucked her mouth with the same greed as his cock fucked her ass, and he felt that fire between them threatening to explode. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and a keening cry left her lips as she came. That sound was like a salve to his soul. It healed the past hurts and betrayal. Solidified the bond between them. The love.
That awareness undid his last shred of control. His balls drew up so tight it was almost pain. And then his orgasm consumed him. It blew him apart, then put him back together as someone else—someone new.
Mated, that inner voice whispered again.
It was a long time before he could carefully withdraw from her, and even though she’d drifted to sleep, she whimpered a protest and tried to hold him to her. He got a small bowl of soapy water and a cloth and cleaned them both. Then he returned to her, pulling her into his arms where she belonged—where she would never dare hide from him again.
Chapter Five
The next morning, Jamie stood beside Carter in the dining room and, along with what had to be half Mason’s security force, watched as Toler and Martin were led in. Well, actually, all the men watched the two males. Jamie was watching Livie. The woman, who had been friendly until now, had been reserved and jumpy at breakfast. It made Jamie curious about what the nature of her relationship with Martin was exactly.
Since the others were focused on the prisoners, Jamie was probably the only one who noticed the quickly hidden flash of pain on Livie’s face and her careful visual examination of the prisoner. Then Jamie turned to examine Martin too. His body was rigid with tension—not surprising under the circumstances—but instead of being a good little soldier, he ignored the room and everything in it to look over Livie just as thoroughly as she had him.
Jamie leaned close to Carter. “There’s something more than a casual roll in the hay between those two,” she whispered.
Carter snorted and answered her mentally. “Not on his side of it, I promise you.”
“Oh, I think you’re wrong about that, babe. Watch him. He looks like a man blindsided with feelings he has no idea how to deal with and probably would rather not. He’s still coming to terms with it.”
She was getting the hang of this telepathy thing. She couldn’t initiate contact, but while he held the link open between them, she could answer.
“I don’t think you need to be worrying about another man’s emotions,” he half-teased, half-complained. He paused. “And you aren’t. So why bring it up? What are you suggesting?”
“We use it against him.” Was it mercenary? Sure. Necessary? Absolutely. She had no intention of being taken and used as a lab rat again, and she’d be damned if she saw it happen to anyone else. To stop it, she needed answers.
Carter was silent a long moment, and when he finally replied, she was stunned. “You question him. We’ll follow your lead.”
“I think we can clear some people out of here first. Toler too.”
First rule of questioning—separate the
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