For Your Paws Only (Supernatural Enforcers Agency #2) (22 page)

By the time he had finished and was settling between her legs, her eyes were closed, and she was virtually purring. But, feeling his throbbing manhood pressing against her clit was enough to reignite the fire within.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked smugly.

“I’m always ready.”

“I love you.”

“Me oooooohhhh!”

He thrust inside her, and she let out a wailing moan. Lord, she hoped the people in the room next door didn’t think she was dying.
Could you die from too many orgasms?
Only one way to find out.

He didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed, and when he was he took her mouth in a greedy kiss, swallowing the moans and whimpers she let out as she adjusted to his size. She wrapped her arms around him as he rocked inside her, filling her over and over.

She tilted her hips and pushed against him, meeting his strokes and taking him deep – so deliciously deep – inside. He couldn’t hold back for long; his movements became more insistent and driven by his beast, by his need to claim her, he began driving himself inside her passionately. It was too much, the feel of him inside her, the way he rubbed her sweet spot, and the way he grazed her clit – it was all too much.

“You’re mine,” he growled as his pulled her against him, roughly impaling her.

“Yes!” she squeaked as she shuddered around him.

“Say it!”

“Yours, all yours,” she whimpered.

Cutter threw back his head and roared, “Mine.”

He forced himself inside her almost violently, and she screamed his name as the orgasm tore through her body like lightening. His fangs sliced through her neck, and she pushed her teeth into his. Her little beast howled in joy as he finally became her mate. Their intertwined bodies throbbed and pulsed, as the mate bond formed and they felt each other’s love and desire.

Satiated, she lay back on the bed and sighed as her mate licked the wound on her neck lazily. Proudly, she ran her fingers over the little bite marks she had left on his neck and giggled as he let out a rumbling snarl. They wouldn’t be quite as obvious as the mark he had left on her, but she didn’t care. She knew he was hers, and that was all that mattered.

Mine
.

Epilogue

One week later

Lucie ran her hand over her fiancé’s ass.

“What are you doing? People can see us,” Cutter grumbled, more than a little embarrassed.

She leaned up onto her tippy-toes and brushed her lips over his. “Oh, lighten up, they’re all grown-ups. No doubt they’ve seen men being fondled before. Besides, how am I supposed to keep my hands off this ass, it’s divine!”

Cutter groaned as all his so-called friends burst into laughter.
Bastards
. Just wait until they had mates who worshiped their bodies.

Lucie batted her eyelashes over her enormous blue eyes, as her lips curled up sweetly. Oh, never mind fondling his butt, if she kept looking at him like that he might just drag her down to the floor and have his delightfully wicked way with her right then and there.

Cutter wasn’t known for being demonstrative when it came to women. Actually, he’d never even kissed a woman in public before Lucie. The furthest he could manage was hand holding with his ex-wife. His aversion to public displays of affection was one of many things that Annie couldn’t stand about him. Looking back, it really wasn’t a surprise that they didn’t stay together for very long, or that Annie was still wary of him when he came to visit. Thankfully, she seemed to be thawing, though.
That was thanks to Lucie
.

On their week off from work, he had taken Lucie to visit his son. Cutter practically puffed out his chest as he remembered seeing them coloring pictures together. Although, he wasn’t exactly pleased that, under Lucie’s influence, Dean seemed to love pink now. That was something he better grow out of. Lucie had been delighted to meet Dean, and his pup had taken to her quickly. Even Annie had warmed to Lucie and told Cutter he was lucky to have her. He wasn’t going to argue with that. Of course, after meeting Dean, Lucie had a soft gleam in her eye and Cutter was a bit concerned about what that meant. He would worry about that later.

Not much had happened at the Agency while they were away.
Other than Dale being arrested for stealing drugs from the medical bay
. Apparently the arrest was pretty welcome after being caught by Helga. The she-bear caught him trying to pilfer some pills and she went berserk. Dale admitted that he had been trying to steal some since he arrived there. His father had cut him off, and he needed extra money; he was planning on selling them. He also admitted to drugging Cutter the night they met the peacock shifter twins. It certainly explained why he couldn’t remember anything. Dale wanted him to have a good time, but he was kind of heavy with the dosage. Cutter wanted to tear him apart for almost ruining things with Lucie, but, his little mate was teaching him the art of forgiveness, so he guessed he would only beat Dale to a pulp if he ever saw him again –
much more civilized than killing.

Primrose took a leave of absence from the Agency; they weren’t sure if she was coming back, but she actually seemed happy – which was creepy and odd – but they wished her well. To compensate for her absence, Isis was transferred to the Alpha team. After the time she spent diabolically scheming to get a place on the team – back when Erin first arrived - it was kind of a welcome surprise when she got there for doing nothing.

Weirdly enough, the money that appeared in Cutter’s account was his. It had nothing to do with the case.
His mom won the lottery!
She gave all her kids two hundred grand. Her bank made a mistake when transferring the money and sent it in two batches. His mom was peeved that Cutter never called her back about it; apparently she left him twelve phone messages about it. But, Cutter checked his answer phone as frequently as he threw on an apron and baked cupcakes – so, never. The money was a welcome surprise though. He put half in a college fund for Dean and the rest was being put toward the new house they were planning on buying. Or a new car. Or a cruise to the Mediterranean. They hadn’t decided.

At the insistence of his wolf, and to the surprise of his friends, he pulled Lucie up for a lingering and passionate kiss. She moaned into his mouth, and his wolf almost purred at the feel of her pressed up against him. Okay, so the floor might be a bit too public – no need for anyone else to get a look at her heavenly body – but could they make it out to their car?

“Hey, look who’s back!” called Avery happily.

Wes, Wayne, Lake, and Diaz –
who he was trying not to think of as a scumbag
– all called out hellos.

Cutter grunted as Lucie broke their lip-locked state to turn and see. He almost pouted. Surely what they were doing was more interesting?

Grudgingly, he looked up to find his polar bear boss, Gunner, and his human mate, Erin grinning at him. Heat dusted his cheeks. He didn’t know why – it’s not like he was doing anything wrong – but he suddenly felt a little self-conscious.

Gunner and Erin were holding hands and sporting matching looks of contentment. Gunner nodded at him and gave Lucie a speculative look, before maneuvering Erin onto a chair. Erin shook her head as he virtually lifted her up. Previously, Cutter had almost found Gunner’s protectiveness of his mate, and his need to be near her, insane, but now, he totally got it. His wolf was practically pawing the ground when he didn’t know exactly where Lucie was. He didn’t even like her going to the bathroom on her own, but he found out the hard way that women didn’t like men going into the ladies room.
That ostrich shifter had a mean right hook
.

Ignoring the delighted look on Erin’s face, Cutter slipped an arm around Lucie’s waist, and she snaked one hand into his back pocket rubbing her fingers over his ass. Okay, yeah, he had to admit he had a pretty fine ass. Could he blame her for wanting to touch it?

Lucie and Avery started grilling Erin about the honeymoon, who in turn responded by turning bright red and giggling. Apparently it had been a
very
good honeymoon.

“You’re back,” said Cutter to Gunner.

“Yep.”

“Good time?”

The polar bear smirked. “Yep. So, you and Lucie?”

“Yep. Drink?”

“Sure.”

Cutter nodded. That was the end of the honeymoon discussion as far as they were concerned. “Erin, drink?” he offered.

Erin put a spare hand against a heated cheek; the other was enveloped in her mate’s big paw. “Just mineral water for me.”

Gunner nodded and squeezed her hand.

Lucie’s eyes widened excitedly. “Oh my god! You’re pregnant!”

Erin looked a little flustered while Gunner beamed proudly.

“How did you know?” she croaked.

Lucie jumped up and down. “Lucky guess, congratulations!”

Avery and Lucie hugged her while the men gave Gunner some hefty back slaps and, to Avery’s aggravation, told him well done.

“Shouldn’t Erin get a well done, too?” she asked peevishly.

“Good point,” agreed Diaz. He moved to hug Erin but almost ignited under Gunner’s heated glare and stopped. Gunner repositioned himself, so his arm was wrapped around his mate.

Lucie started asking Erin dozens of questions about the baby. When was it due, had they thought about names, how were they decorating the nursery… Erin was flushed but happy with all the attention she was getting. Cutter, on the other hand, listened to all her questions with alarm, and almost considered bolting when Lucie gave him a hungry look.

But she just rolled her eyes and laughed. “Don’t worry, stud. I’m not quite ready for us to have a baby yet either.”

Cutter let out a long breath, and everyone laughed. Their revelry halted when Gunner’s phone started chirruping and, with a sigh, he answered it.

“Hey, Jessie, how come you’re working?... Aha… I’m sorry… yeah, I’m back… it’s okay… no, Jessie, it’s fine… where is it?”

Erin’s face fell as she realized he was being called to work, and Gunner gave her an apologetic look.

“Sure, Jessie, and, by the way, Erin’s pregnant.”

Everyone present could hear the squeals of the excited squirrel shifter.

Gunner chuckled into the phone. “Okay, I will, don’t work too late.” He hung up and kissed Erin’s temple. “I gotta go, babe, I had a call. And Jessie says congratulations.”

Erin looked up at him beseechingly. “Must you? It’s our last night before we have to go back to work.”

Gunner opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by the heavy tread of stiletto boots and an irritated, shrill voice.

“Freaking hell! This weather is awful. Never mind cats and dogs, it’s raining fucking elephants out there!”

Everyone tried not to laugh at Isis’ bedraggled state. Her long red hair was soaking and rat-tailing down her back while dribbles of black mascara ran down her cheeks. To the unmated males’ delights, her tank top was almost see-through, and her nipples were hard nubs, trying to poke through the material.

Isis saw Gunner and Erin and gave them a half scowl, half smile. “Welcome back.”

“Erin’s pregnant!” gushed Lucie.

Isis raised her eyebrows. “Seriously? Congrats, we’re all hoping the baby takes after Erin, right?”

There was a chorus of oh yeah, and a few people said definitely.

Gunner ignored them and focused on his unhappy mate. “I’m sorry, babe, I’ll be as quick as I can, I just need to go over to the Shelley Cemetery and look around. Apparently LLPD requested the SEA send someone over.”

Lucie elbowed Cutter in the stomach and inclined her head toward them. Gunner could easily have ordered any of his team to go in his place, but since they were off duty he wouldn’t be cruel. Cutter rolled his eyes and huffed. In spite of his wolf’s objections about wanting to spend the night with his own mate, Cutter would volunteer to go instead. Being mated to someone who was sweet and selfless was really hard sometimes!

Unexpectedly, he didn’t have to be nice. Someone else beat him to it.

“Oh stop with the big, sad eyes,” snapped Isis. “I’m already wet through, and since I’m the rookie member of the team, I’ll go.”

“You will?” asked Gunner in frank surprise.

“Sure, consider this my baby gift to you… because you won’t be getting anything else.”

“Thank you, Isis,” said Erin with feeling.

“Yeah, yeah, save your mushiness; I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Isis gave a wave of her manicured hand and stomped out the door, dripping water as she went. Erin snuggled against Gunner happily, and Cutter allowed Lucie to lead him away from the group. He brought her fingers up to his mouth and kissed her ring finger – right over the engagement ring he had given her earlier that day. Asking her to marry him was a no brainer and after he heard that Xander never actually bought her a ring… he just had to make sure she got the prettiest one imaginable.

“I was going to volunteer before Isis did, you know that, right?” he murmured.

“I know, and I’m proud of you.”

Cutter raised an eyebrow. “You are?”

“Of course, you’re my bad-ass wolf with a big heart of gold. I love you.”

He smirked. “Of course you do.”

Lucie bit her lip. “Actually I’m glad Isis volunteered; I thought that we could slip away and have a noisy night at home.”

“Not a quiet night?”

“Oh no, with the things I’m going to do to you, I doubt you’ll be able to stay quiet for long.”

Her fingers ran along the neckline of her shirt, and she pulled it down slightly, giving him a peek at the lacy, red concoction currently lucky enough to cradle her two perfect breasts.
Was it wrong to be jealous of a bra?

Cutter groaned. “Pretty,” he choked out as his brain was suddenly deprived of an awful lot of blood.

“You should see the matching shorts,” she teased. “All for you.”

“For me?” he gulped.

She bit her lip and fluttered her eyelashes. “For your paws only.”

She rubbed her breasts against his chest, and he let out a lusty growl. “Fuck, what are we waiting for?”

Without a backward glance at their friends, Cutter grabbed her hand and dragged her giggling frame out of the bar. And when she didn’t move quickly enough, he simply picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, which only made her giggle harder.

In his defense, he had a lot of lost time to make up for. He allowed his fears to control him and spent a whole year running from her, and now he needed to make it up to her.

Now she was his, forever, and he never intended to let her go.

Mine
.

*

Isis growled as her four-inch heels sank into the wet, muddy grass. Probably not the best footwear for hauling ass around a cemetery but, hey, they made her legs look amazing. Plus, she really hadn’t been intending to do this when she dressed that morning. Stupid LLPD – couldn’t they handle anything on their own?

She slapped her torch against her palm as the batteries spluttered and died. “Piece of fucking junk.”

Terrific
. Alone, in the dark, in the middle of a graveyard. Yep, it was the start of every bad horror movie she used to love - she’d been a total addict when she was a teenager. Good job she was a kick-ass tigress, or she might be a little creeped out at that moment.