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Authors: Crystal Jordan

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Her breath caught, and her body grew even tauter. The tension all but hummed from her, but the scent of her passion increased as well. His cock went rock hard, chafing against his fly. It was all he could do not to groan aloud.
This was a stupid idea, with the twins close enough to smell the pheromones wafting off of them, but at the moment, the Panther in him refused to give a damn. This was far too primal an urge to fight.
A shudder passed through her and he could see her breasts lift as her breathing sped. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, and he damn near jerked her into his lap. He wanted to be inside her, the scent of their combined arousal permeating the air around them while they rutted in a big bed.
Soon. God, soon. How long before he could drag her away from the Cruz family and have his hands on her naked flesh? Would she resist or be as animalistic in her need as he would?
He had no idea, but he wanted to find out.
 
Madre de Dios.
Teresa was going to lose her mind if she didn't get out of this cramped Jeep. Now.
This was a nightmare. It was a complete and utter nightmare. After what had happened with her brother, she'd been hoping she didn't
have
a mate, and if she did, it could at least not be a man from America. Or Africa. But no, she had to deal with both problems at once.
And it would be a lot easier if she weren't also being driven insane by that American man as he stroked slow circles against her thigh while she tried not to come right then and there.
She had never truly understood until this moment that sex could be better with a mate, but now she did.
Dios,
she did. She clenched her fingers together in her lap, trying not to reach for him.
He was hard. She could see the clear outline of his erection in his khaki pants, and her sex clenched with want. Her nipples stood out in similar flagrant fashion under her silk blouse. What would it feel like to have him inside her? A rush of heat flooded her, and she could feel her skin sensitize as though preparing for his touch.
Maybe it was. If the single point of contact was enough to indicate how good it would be, she didn't know how long she could resist. It had been a long time since she'd taken a lover—not since Enrique's fall from grace and her elevation to the intense responsibilities of heir.
Her body clamored for her to make up for lost time. She squeezed her legs together and tried to ignore the ache between them, but she knew it was a fruitless effort before she did it. Every sense she had was focused on him. His scent, the way his brown hair ruffled in the breeze from the open passenger side window, the feel of his knuckles rubbing against her leg. She wanted to try all her other senses on him. What would he taste like? What would his bare skin feel like on hers?
All
of hers? What would he look like naked? The question was enough to make her even wetter, her sex fisting on emptiness.
The Jeep pulled to an abrupt stop and she rocked in her seat, barely bringing her palm up to catch herself before her nose hit the back of Ric's seat. At least she thought it was Ric. The men looked exactly alike and she hadn't entirely sorted out their scent differences yet. She'd been too distracted by Rafe.
She blinked and looked around. They were in front of a huge mansion, and from the smell of it, there were dozens of Panthers in the vicinity. The Pride den. Her belly executed a slow flip and she swallowed sudden nausea. This visit was so important. Her father might be willing to cut ties with leaders who'd insulted him, who'd insulted Enrique, but Teresa knew they couldn't afford that. There were too few Panthers in the world, and their politics were too rocky to isolate their people. She'd used the excuse of a mate search and tour of the Pride just to get to this peace summit.
She hadn't really wanted a mate, but her father wanted grandchildren, wanted to prove that the European Pride's leading family was as strong as ever. Stronger.
If only it were true, but she'd do what she could in the coming days to strengthen their ties and keep Europe a force to be reckoned with. She pulled in a deep breath and pushed down her trepidation. There was no time for hesitation or fear.
Rafe's hand closed over her shoulder, and lust ripped through her so fast she almost snarled with the ferocity of her inner Panther's reaction to his touch. “We're here, Teresa.”
“So I see.” She tried to keep her tone even, but doubted she succeeded. Turning to look up at him, she found him closer than she'd realized, his lips only a hairbreadth from hers.
They froze, their gazes locked together. His eyes were like dark chocolate with flecks of gold in them. Rich and provocative. That hot spark of recognition sizzled through her again.
Mate
. Her mouth dried and she licked her lips. His gaze followed the movement, and her body turned to living flame.
At that moment, if he had reached for her, she wouldn't have protested. A smile kicked up the corner of his lips, the gold in his eyes glowing with feline intensity. “We have to go inside.”
Yes, they did. Coupling in the backseat of a car was a bad idea, but she couldn't quite recall why. In a daze, she climbed out of the Jeep, took one of her suitcases from Diego—or was it Ric?—while Rafe commandeered her other two bags, and they walked up the front steps. A pretty young woman opened the door for them, nodding as they passed her and entered the foyer.
“What room is she in, Eva?” Rafe gave the woman a charming grin, and Teresa fought an unexpected wave of jealous possession.
Eva linked her hands in front of her and returned the smile with a small one of her own. “The blue suite.”
“I'll show her up.” Rafe hefted Teresa's bags higher. “I know you're busy. The visiting politicos are probably running your staff ragged.”
“That's about right, yes. Thank you, Rafe.” A flash of relief showed in the woman's gaze. “Please let me know if there's anything I can do to make your stay here more comfortable, Ms. Garcia.”
“I will. Thank you.” Her mind spun when he pressed his chest to her back, urging her forward. The full-body contact made her lungs seize. Her heart pounded so loudly in her ears, it drowned out every other sound. She felt her claws dig into her palm where her fingers were wrapped around the handle of her suitcase.
“Go left at the top of the stairs, third door on the right.” His voice was rough with lust, and she could sense that he burned with the same fire that consumed her.
A feeling of unreality flooded her. She couldn't believe she was going to do this. There was no doubt in her mind what would happen when they reached her suite. But she couldn't
not
do it.
Mate
. It rang in her mind, in her soul, in every inch of her hypersensitized body. She obeyed his direction, turning blindly for the room he indicated.
The door swung open on silent hinges and she stepped through, her eyes adjusting to the mellow lighting. The suite was decorated in pale blue with bronze accents, and a huge four-poster bed was visible through a set of open double doors. The bedroom was much too far away. She dropped her suitcase to the carpet and heard the thuds of him doing the same with her other bags. He shrugged out of his backpack and swatted the door closed behind them.
When he turned to face her, his hands were already busy on his belt and fly. “Come here.”
Her legs shook as they carried her the few feet to him. He kicked his boots aside and stripped out of the rest of his clothes in short order. She just stared at him as all that male flesh was revealed. He was beautiful, tall with wide shoulders and a muscular torso that tapered down into narrow hips. She wanted to touch him, slide her hands over his skin, the crisp hair on his chest, and the long cock that stood in a hard arc to just below his navel.
Her nose twitched when she drew near him, and she stopped in her tracks. “It smells like . . . blood.”
“Uh, yeah. About that . . .”
Glancing around, she spotted his shoes and pants. She sniffed the air and made a face. “That isn't human blood.”
“Probably goat or cow.” A flush rose to his cheeks, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I was in Cairo for Eid al-Adha, and they still sacrifice animals for the holiday celebrations.”
She blinked up at him, intrigued despite the grotesque mental picture his statement provided. “You're serious?”
“Yeah.” His broad shoulder dipped in a shrug, and he took her arm to lead her away from the malodorous garments. “I'll tell you about it later, if you're curious.”
“I'm a cat. Of course I'm curious.” It felt as if a brand had been laid to her skin everywhere his skin touched her, and just that quickly, her mind dismissed everything that wasn't her mate and his large, naked body. Then again, he'd apparently had gore on his clothing since she'd met him and she hadn't noticed it because she was so intent on the rest of him. It wasn't like her to miss that kind of thing, but today was no ordinary day.
“I want you to be curious about other things right now.” His lids dropped to half-mast and he purred as he looked her over. “I'm curious about what you look like with no clothes on. I'm curious about what color your nipples are and how they'll taste when I suck on them.”
Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Her hormones rioted at his vivid description. She wanted what he wanted. “Yes.”
A laugh burst out of him. “Well, all right, then.”
Reaching for her pants, he unfastened them while she worked open the buttons on her blouse. She stepped out of her flats and kicked them aside as he worked her slacks, panties, and hosiery down in one motion. She unhooked her bra and let it fall. His eyes flickered to Panther gold when he saw all of her. The blood rushed through her veins so fast she felt lightheaded. Her nipples were tight enough to ache, and her pussy slickened with juices.
He backed her up against a wall, and she gasped when every inch of him came into mind-blowing contact with her. Rising on tiptoe, she tried to align their sexes, tried to rub her breasts against the rough silk of his chest hair. Her pussy clenched, so ready for him to be inside her she was almost panting with need. The Panther within writhed in mating heat. “Now, please.”
“Shh.” His mouth touched hers and she froze. They were naked, about to rut, and his lips brushed hers with the lightest of touches. His body was hard and demanding, pressing hers into the wall, but his mouth was a soft request, a slow seduction.
The contrast was stunning, made her knees buckle, and she sagged against him. He purred, his hands dropping to cup her hips, his length pinning her to the wall to keep her upright. He licked his way into her mouth, his tongue twining with hers.
He lifted her, and her back scraped against the texture of the wall. She arched in reflex, and his fingers bit into her flesh, holding her tight. Still he kissed her sweetly, while his touch was rough. It excited her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. The head of his cock probed at her wet opening and she shuddered at the anticipation screaming through her. She nipped at his lip, felt her claws dig in to his shoulders. Every instinct urged her on. She wanted him, she needed him. Now.
Dios,
right now.
Easing his hold on her, he let gravity impale her on his cock. She whimpered into his mouth, and his tongue plunged in as his dick hilted inside her. The double penetration made her sex squeeze around his shaft.
A groan reverberated through his chest, and she could feel it in hers. He withdrew and thrust deep again, the friction more amazing than anything she'd ever known before. She tightened her legs around his waist, moving with him as he worked her on his cock. Angling his pelvis, he hit her clitoris every time he entered her pussy.
“Rafe!”
“I like my name on your lips,” he whispered. “Teresa.”
She liked the way he said her name too, as if she were the most desirable woman on the planet. It turned her on even more. Everything about him did—the way he smelled, the way he tasted, the way their bodies rubbed together when he filled her. “Harder, Rafe.”
“I like that even better.” He laughed, his fangs showing, his eyes dancing with merriment, and he gave her what she wanted. He slammed deeper inside her, arching his hips to power his thrusts.
She screamed when his cock touched her G-spot, and points of light burst behind her eyes. Any second she was going to come. Contractions built in her pussy, and she could hear how wet she was, how his skin slapped against hers. It was carnal and animalistic and nothing like her normal self, which made it even hotter.
Tingles broke down her limbs, and her breath was little more than gasping. Sweat glued their bodies together, made the glide of their skin erotic. Every movement was fucking divine. “I need to come.”
“Then come for me.” He ground against her clit, shoving deeper inside her than he'd gone before. Then he shuddered and pumped his fluids into her pussy.
It was enough to make her explode. Her sex fisted on his cock, milking him as he flooded her channel. Ecstasy rocketed through her system, and another wave of orgasm gripped her pussy. She closed her eyes, clinging to him as she rode out the storm. His arms held her tight, crushing the breath from her lungs, but she liked the feel of him. Her nipples rubbed his chest, stimulating the too-sensitive tips.

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