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Lowering his mouth to hers, he sealed her lips to his as heat flashed between them and rolled over their bodies. Her mouth was sweeter than he even remembered. He held himself in check, allowing his lips to tantalize and tease, seducing and coaxing her to relax the tight line and allow him in.
“Open for me, Winter. Let me in,” he whispered against her lips.
She sighed involuntarily and her lips parted, allowing him to morph his kiss from sweet to dominating as his tongue surged past them, commanding hers to dance with his. He let her feel his passion, his possession, and her capitulation to his will. As he kissed her over and over, his free hand slid down her body, slipping between her legs as his other hand fisted the tendrils of her hair. Her clit was swollen, as were her labia and he could feel her slick honey as he parted them and stroked around the opening to her core.
“God, your scent is intoxicating. This time I mean to find out if you taste just as sweet.”
“Campbell, don’t.”
“Nay, my mate. This time I will make you mine.”
He parted her thighs and settled himself at the opening of her core. The scent of her arousal increased, and it was all he could do to control the beast within him from taking her in a frenzy of need and triumph. He slid his hard cock over her swollen nub, getting it wet as he felt her soften beneath him, readying herself for his possession.
Just as he made to join them together, the door burst open, and Hamish almost fell into the room. “I heard the fight. I thought you were in danger.”
“Only if one can die from sexual frustration, but you’ll be a dead man if you don’t quit staring at my mate and toss me my jeans and the sweater. And go turn off the damn shower.”
Dammit, just when things seemed to be going my way.
CHAPTER5
WINTER
The bed was soft beneath her back as he leaned over her. She could feel the heat rolling off his body, and arousal and need flooded her system. When he settled himself at her core, her legs parted of their own accord. Primal feelings of desire threatened to overwhelm her, and she couldn’t find the will to fight him off. His hard cock slid back and forth over her engorged clit as he prepared himself to take what he believed was his.
When the door burst open and his beta stumbled in, she wasn’t sure which emotion took precedence—fear of what his possession might do to her, her own rising need, or frustration at the interruption. Even though Sean’s second recognized his mistake and tried to withdraw, the damage was done. He’d broken whatever spell ensnared them and botched the warped completion of their encounter, and Winter wondered if she’d ever know what it was to find completion in her fated mate’s arms.
It wasn’t that she wanted to be with him, and she despised her father for his willingness to offer her up to the powerful alpha of the Curaidh Snow Leopards, but she had lied to him when she told Sean she’d never given him a second thought. There had been few nights when she actually slept that she hadn’t dreamed about what it might have been like to be claimed by him. He was her ideal of what an alpha and a man should be—intelligent, brawny, gorgeous, and absolutely domineering, but fear and pride had set her course that night, and she’d tried never to look back.
The fight between them had been incredibly arousing as well as personally satisfying. Sean Campbell was known to be a man almost impossible to defeat. Winter didn’t kid herself; she'd been lucky and had two things going for her: he’d clearly had no idea how well-trained she was, and he was not a man to hit a woman, especially one he believed to be his fated mate. But she’d held her own. There was no doubt in her mind that he would have defeated her in the end, but at least she’d shown him she was a force to be reckoned with.
When his beta had apologized for the intrusion and expressed his concern that his alpha might have been in danger, Sean had responded, “Only if one can die from sexual frustration, but you’ll be a dead man if you don’t quit staring at my mate and toss me my jeans and the sweater.” Then he had admonished his beta to turn off the shower he’d left running in order to sneak up on her.
The beta tossed Sean his clothing, who in turn had thrust the sweater at her growling, “Cover yourself.”
“I wouldn’t be uncovered had you not cut my clothes into pieces. I’ll expect you to pay for those,” she snarled, inching away from him as she pulled the sweater on.
Her thought was that if he was distracted, she might be able to roll off the bed, shift and sail through the French doors and over the balcony railing. Given that she knew the area better than Campbell, her odds of making it back to her vehicle and then Windsong were better than average. She wasn’t sure if he could sense her thoughts, her movement, or both, but her progress came to an abrupt halt as his hand wrapped around her ankle.
“Where the bloody hell do you think you’re going?” he growled, whipping his head back to look her directly in the eye.
“I’m going home,” she said, kicking his side behind his shoulder in order to force him to release her.
It didn’t work. The sonofabitch was sturdier and more determined than she thought he might be.
“I asked you a question, Winter; I expect an answer.”
“I don’t answer to you.”
“That’s only one of the things you are so wrong about. We are a bonded couple, and the Council is disinclined to listen to a she-cat’s wailing when her mate comes to take back what is his.”
“I’m not yours,” she hissed.
“You are, and I will prove that to you and anyone who dares to challenge me on the matter. Now, where did you think you were going?”
“I am going home. I live here in Mystic River. You’re a stranger and only have this oaf to back you up. If you have even one iota of sense, you’ll pack your bags and get out before I have a chance to tell the sheriff and my employer what you tried to do to me.”
He snorted a laugh. “Your sheriff is something of a straight shooter. As for your employer, and I’m assuming we’re talking about Colby Reynolds, I suspect I can come to an arrangement with him. He may be what passes for a gangster in these parts, but he and his lynxes could never stand up to an assault by my men. Besides, he’s something of a traditionalist; he keeps his she-cats in line. He’ll give you up without so much as a second thought.”
