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She nodded. “Yes, the shift… and the next thing I knew we were flying off the balcony and when we landed, I realized I wasn’t human any longer.”
“Most people have trouble doing anything more complicated than walking during their first shift, but the grace and power you showed was truly a marvel.”
“I can tell you’re pissed—I mean, that wouldn’t be difficult to notice, but I can actually feel it.”
“That would be the bonding link. It, too, was initiated by my claiming bite.”
“The purring noise that I can feel, but can’t hear?”
“The link, or the tether. It allows us to reach out to our mates. It is especially strong between fated mates.”
“I had thought to throw you down on the ground and fuck you right here to prove my prowess…”
“Have you ever actually done that? Fucked someone on a beach? You get sand in all kinds of places that were never designed for sand.”
Bodie chuckled and continued speaking as if she hadn’t interrupted. “And then I planned to throw you over my shoulder and take you back to our bed to make you scream my name with need. I was, by the way, going to ensure all the windows were open so our people would know that you now understand your role.”
She shook her head uncertainly. “Bodie, please.”
He laid his finger on her lips. “But then the honorable part of me finally got a leash on the primitive part, and I decided that was no way to treat my mate if I was going to make you understand that this is about so much more than sex.”
“So, what happens now?”
“I suggest we get something to cover you up with…” he laughed as she looked down and realized she was stark naked… “No, clothing does not survive a shift. Precious metals and jewels do. There should be something aboard the sailboat.”
Bodie swung Quinn up in his arms and walked down to the sailboat, taking her aboard and down below, where he found a pair of sweatpants for him and a seriously sexy raspberry maillot with a plunging neckline and crisscrossing straps in the back. The cut and cling of the material both covered up and showed her figure to its best advantage, and the color suited her alabaster skin and hair the color of a raven’s wing.
He helped Quinn into the swimming suit before giving her nipple a tweak and then swinging her up in his arms. Instead of squirming or fighting him, she wrapped her arms around his strong neck as he carried her back up to the main deck and off the boat, and then made his way back to the house. Their people clapped and cheered as he entered the house, calling to them both as he carried her back to their bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them.
“Now my mate, I shall hear you yowl.”
CHAPTER15
QUINN
Bodie had been as good as his word, introducing her to the pain and pleasure of his barbed cock. Over and over, he had stroked deep, the barbs laying down and gently rippling along her inner walls as he pushed in, and then becoming erect and rigid as he drew back, scoring her most tender flesh.
As the small nubs rubbed along her inner channel, Quinn could feel not only the physical sensation, but something far more emotional and deeper begin to blossom. She could feel the tether, or bonding link, as he’d called it strengthening with each powerful thrust. He fucked her with a hard and primal rhythm that made the rest of the world recede until only the two of them remained. She quite enjoyed the sensation of the barbs when he drove forward, but the feeling of their rigidity as he pulled back, creating friction and furrows, was something else altogether. She wouldn’t call it pleasurable, but she wouldn’t call it painful, either.
He'd closed the French door and drawn the drapes, so they were cocooned within their room—within their own little world. She would have to tell him that she had something of an exhibitionist streak and really didn’t care if anyone heard them.
Bodie’s hands slipped under her, grasping the globes of her ass as he hammered her pussy harder and faster until at last, he thrust deep, holding her tight against him so the barbs seemed to dig in and take hold.
Their mutual release was explosive and overwhelming—better even than their first night. His cock pulsed as her pussy spasmed all along his length and he poured himself into her in what seemed like an unending torrent of cum. She felt, as well as heard, the seductive growl become a sensual purr as she shivered—her heart, mind, body, soul, and tigress recognizing his mastery over her, and she felt her will surrender to his.
Bodie collapsed on top of her, giving her his full weight while she stroked his back, as reluctant for him to withdraw as it seemed he was to do so. Finally, she felt the barbs release and he rolled from her body, pulling her close.
Before she could speak, he shushed her. “You have to be exhausted. Sleep. Let your body and spirit recover. I will be here when you wake.”
“Why?” she asked.
“I told you, but perhaps now with the bonding link you will believe me. You are my fated mate, and I have waited all my life for you.”
“You know,” she said, yawning and nestling closer to him, “you’re kind of a big romantic for a badass gangster.”
“Just how many gangsters have you slept with?” he teased, watching her eyes close.
“None. Well, none except you.”
