ShiftingHeat (27 page)
Authors: Lynne Connolly
“Never compel, never tell.” She remembered so well. Making
someone do something against their will using psi and telling people outside
the community what she was. Serena had done both, and she’d killed too. “Times
have changed. But I can’t say I’d care if they did that.” Her hand stilled over
his heart. It beat steadily against her palm. “They’ll take her to court. She’s
committed murder. Daria can destroy her psi abilities so she’ll be unable to
use them anymore.”
He shuddered and she stroked him, trying to soothe him.
“It’s over now.”
“I’ll remember it. Always.” He turned his head and pressed a
kiss to her brow. “But I won’t let it eat at me. I’ll just remember how lucky I
am. To have you and to have my health.”
“And to be a dragon.” She stroked the mark on his thigh,
fading now, but she knew she’d see it again.
He laughed. “Oh yes, definitely that.”
* * * * *
Faye turned to pick up a washcloth from the side of the
bath. “Do you think they’ll want you back at the university?”
Andros enjoyed the sight of her delectable figure, her
breasts giving an extra jiggle when she turned back. He cupped her breast. “I
should care, shouldn’t I?” He smoothed his thumb over her nipple, loving the
way it came to meet him, peaked for him. Her slight sigh reaching his ears was
a balm to his soul. Her skin under his questing fingers felt like everything he
ever needed. “I love you.”
She smiled into his eyes. “I love you too.”
The moments of silence they shared were the sweetest he’d
ever known. He drew her close and kissed her, gently and sweetly, sealing the
unspoken bargain they’d just made.
He took the cloth from her and smoothed it over her shoulder
and arm, then cast it aside in favor of using his hands. He washed her all
over, spreading the sweet-smelling soap that he’d bought specially for her.
He’d smell like a fucking rosebush if she wanted it. When her skin was slick
with soap, he slid his hands over her, relishing the warm silkiness, the
feminine curves.
She returned the favor, massaging his body, but when her
hands crept lower, he laughed and drew her close, draping her legs over his
thighs. His cock, ready and eager, touched her stomach, caressed it, leaving
its own wetness there.
This time there was nothing gentle about their kiss. Their
mouths slammed together and they ate at each other, lips, tongues and teeth
devouring rapaciously. His cock found its way home as a natural development of
their union. As it slid inside her wonderful pussy, slick with the juices she’d
made to welcome him in, he knew he’d never be happier than when he was inside
her, never feel the thrill with anyone else. They moved together, her nipples
hard against the muscles of his chest, the satin-slick flesh moving against
him, counterpointing and complementing his slow, deliberate thrusts.
“Let’s get married.”
Her small start of surprise quivered against him and then
she drew her head back and looked up at him. “Are you…? Yes. Let’s. But we live
in my place, not yours. That way they can’t call you over to work as easily.”
“I love your place.” Still moving, he touched his lips to
hers. Then he pulled her close, enjoying her gasp when he drove deep and hard.
“Lock your legs behind me, sweetheart. Oh God, you’ll kill me yet.”
“What’s that?” Her feet shifted higher and she rubbed her
heel against his skin. “Scales. You’re shape-shifting, Andros.”
“How? I didn’t intend to.” He concentrated and felt the
scales, a different sensation when she rubbed them.
“Sometimes shape-shifters half-change when they’re making
love.” She giggled, a delicious sound. “They can’t help it.”
“Seduced by an older woman, turned into a ferocious dragon!”
He laughed too, and they were so close that the vibration echoed deliciously
where he was embedded in her body. He thrust, gritting his teeth when she
clenched her inner muscles around his cock. He didn’t want to come yet. He
wanted it to last this time.
But she could work him like Charlie Parker worked a
saxophone. She was part of him now. He opened his mind and took her body,
knowing she was his. She ran her hands along his shoulders, shoved them into
his hair, disheveling it further. A strand fell in front of his eyes and he
blew it aside before she dragged him close and took another kiss.
He broke away, fighting for control, but it was too late.
She had him. He erupted into her with a shout, hearing her call his name and
feeling her pussy clenching, milking him of everything he had. She could take
it all. He didn’t care as long as he could reach for her in the night, contact
her mind-to-mind, love her with all he was.
About the Author
Lynne Connolly writes for a number of publishers. She writes
paranormal romance, contemporary romance and historical romance. She is the
winner of two Eppies (now retitled the EPIC e-Book Awards) and a goodly number
of Recommended Reads, etc from review sites.
While these are very gratifying, that isn’t why she writes.
She wants to bring the stories in her head to life and share them with others,
in the hope she might then get some peace.
She lives in the UK with her family, cat, and doll’s houses.
Creating worlds on paper in miniature seems to be her specialty!
Lynne welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website
and email address on her
author bio page
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