Her Perfect Mate (24 page)

permission to enjoy sex. And she was going to enjoy it. In every way possible.

“You know.” Landon’s voice was a deep rumble beneath her as they lay there panting afterward. “If

we’re going to get that rough every time, you might want to invest in some Kevlar sheets.”

She lifted her head to see him surveying the bed—and the damage her claws had done. Her five-

hundred-thread-count sheets were ruined.

“Yikes.”

He chuckled and pulled her back into his arms. “Forget about it. It just means we had a good time.”

She smiled, tracing her finger over the Special Forces tattoo on his chest. “We did, didn’t we?” She

paused on the sword between the crossed arrows. “You don’t regret it, do you?”

“Regret the best night of my life? No way.” He put his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up. “Do

you?”

“Of course not.” She bent to kiss him, opened her mouth to say something, then kissed him some more

before finally coming up for air again. “You know we’re going to have to be careful, right? That rule the

DCO has about partners not dating is stupid, but if anyone finds out, we’re done.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Necking in the hallway between training classes is out

then?”

She made a face. “Landon, I’m serious.”

“I know. So am I.” He reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “No one is going to find out, Ivy. We

work for the Department of Covert Ops, remember? We’re good at being covert.”

She laughed. She loved the way his mind worked. “Good point.”

He pulled her on top of him. “Then enough about someone finding out and let’s see if we can go for

round two. Only this time I think I will tie you up.”

***

Ivy grinned at him from beneath the spray pouring down from the showerhead. “Well, this is one cat

who has no problem getting wet.”

She said things like that to purposely turn him on, didn’t she? Not that it took much with her naked and

wet and standing there looking like she was just begging to be fucked. His cock snapped to full attention.

He pulled her into his arms, then reached down with one hand and slipped a finger deep in her pussy.

“So I noticed.”

He muffled her gasp with a kiss, urging her back against the wall. He wasn’t sure how many times

they’d had sex last night, but he already wanted her again. And that was after making love less than an hour

ago when they’d woken up around noon. It was crazy what she did to him.

He slid his hands down to cup her ass, all set to lift her up so he could bury himself in her wetness, but

before he could Ivy dropped to her knees in front of him.

He liked where this was going.

Ivy placed her hands on his thighs, then leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue up his shaft from

base to tip before swirling it around the head. He sucked in a breath. The feel of the water pouring over him

combined with the warmth of her mouth to become one mind-blowing experience.

She looked up at him, her eyes iridescent green. That was sexy.

“Good?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Better than good. Don’t stop.”

She let out a soft purr. “I’m just getting started.”

She bent to take him in her mouth again, but when she wrapped her lips around him this time, she

moved up and down, taking him deeper and deeper with each bob of her head until he felt himself finally

slide down her throat.

He let out a low groan. If she took him any deeper, he was going to lose it for sure. But she backed off

before the sensation became too intense, and pressed gentle kisses to the head of his cock instead. Then,

once he calmed down, she deep-throated him again, this time massaging his balls.

She established an intoxicating rhythm, sometimes licking only the head, sometimes taking him so far

down her throat he thought he would explode. Then she’d do it all over again.

Oh, shit.
If she kept this up, he wasn’t going to last long enough to make it to her pussy. Which he

wanted to do.

Landon slid his hand in her wet hair, urging her to her feet before she could deep-throat him again.

She gave him a hurt look. “Hey! I wasn’t done.”

He groaned. “I know, but much more of what you just did and I would be.”

She grinned. “I don’t have a problem with that.”

“Normally I wouldn’t, either, but there’s something special I want to do in this shower.”

Turning her around so that her back was to him, he reached around to slide his hand down her stomach

into the downy curls between her legs. He found her clit and fingered it gently. Ivy rotated her hips in time

with the movement, rubbing her ass against his erection. If he thought his cock was hard before, that was

nothing compared to how it felt now. Ivy’s ass had that power.

“Bend over,” he ordered hoarsely.

She did as he told her, spreading her legs and placing her hands against the wall, giving him not only a

tremendous view of her heart-shaped ass, but the pink folds of her perfect pussy, too. He wasn’t sure he

could even keep it together long enough to take her the way he intended. But he was sure going to try.

Grabbing her hips in both hands, he plunged into her in one thrust. She was so tight and wet he thought

for sure he was going to detonate on the spot. He squeezed his eyes shut, afraid to move. Maybe if he took

it nice and slow? He gave it a try but could only last a minute like this. Maybe two.

But then Ivy shoved back against him. That was his undoing.

He tightened his hold and pounded into her so hard he almost lifted her off the floor. The sound of his

hips slapping her ass echoed around them like an erotic soundtrack, but the noise was quickly drowned out

by Ivy’s screams of pleasure.

He opened his eyes to watch her come. He loved watching her orgasm. Her face was pressed against the

tiled wall, her hands spread wide to either side. She had her claws extended and was digging into the

porcelain tiles like a kitty on catnip. He knew from last night that was a sure sign she was coming—and

coming hard.

The knowledge that she was climaxing was all he needed to finally let go, too. Pulling her back against

him, he buried his cock in her heat. His orgasm surged through him, making his legs so weak he was sure

he was going to collapse to the floor of the tub.

Breathing ragged, he braced one hand on the wall and leaned forward to bury his face in the curve of

Ivy’s neck. He wasn’t sure he could move after that. Or whether he even wanted to. But one of them was

going to have to turn off the water sooner or later. They’d run the apartment complex dry if they didn’t.

“The pizza guy’s here.”

Landon frowned but didn’t lift his head. “What?”

“The pizza guy. Remember we ordered it before we came in to take a shower? He just rang the doorbell

again.”

He knew she had stellar hearing, but damn. How could she concentrate enough to hear that?

Landon reluctantly straightened up. Calling for pizza had seemed like a good idea when they’d rolled

out of bed and had both been starving. But now that the delivery guy was at the door, he suddenly wasn’t

hungry anymore. Not with Ivy looking at him like she was ready for round two. When he tried to kiss her,

though, she gave him a playful shove.

“Answer the door.” She picked up the bottle of shower gel and squeezed some into her hand. “I

promise I’ll let you wash my back if you do.”

Landon groaned at the mental picture of Ivy lathering herself up, white suds running down her perfect

body. Dragging his gaze away from her, he quickly dried off, then went into the bedroom and grabbed his

jeans. The doorbell rang again as he pulled them on.

“Keep your damn shirt on. I’m coming.”

The faster he got rid of the pizza delivery guy, the faster he could get back to Ivy. He knew he had a

stupid grin on his face, but he didn’t care and opened the door.

And found himself face to face with Buchanan.

Shit
.

The shifter was the last person Landon needed finding him at Ivy’s. Even someone as thick as

Buchanan could put two and two together and come up with the obvious.

Buchanan stared at him, his eyes narrowing at Landon’s damp hair, bare chest, and telltale lack of shoes.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but Ivy offered to let me use her washing machine since the one in

my apartment building is broken.”

Damn, that was a good lie. At least he thought it was until Buchanan leaned close and sniffed.

What
the
fuck…?

Buchanan’s nostrils flared, his eyes going from dark brown to gleaming yellow. He advanced on

Landon with a snarl. “You slept with her, you bastard.”

Shit
.

He hated backing up, but he needed to put some space between him and Wolverine before Buchanan

went crazy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t—”

Buchanan growled, canines flashing. “Liar! I can smell her musk all over you.”

Damn. Why the hell did the jealous wannabe boyfriend have to have such a keen sense of smell?

Maybe he could talk Buchanan down.

The shifter’s claws came out.

Or maybe not.

The fight in the pugil pit showed he wasn’t a match for the shifter—not without a weapon. Landon

dodged Buchanan’s claws and leaped over the back of the couch, hoping it would slow the shifter down

long enough for him to find something to defend himself with. He should have known better. Buchanan

jumped over the couch like it wasn’t even there, grabbed Landon by an arm, and threw him across the

room.

Landon hit the antique table Ivy had painstakingly refurbished with a resounding crash. It crushed like

kindling beneath him and he fell to the floor hard. Knowing what destroying Ivy’s beloved table would do

to her was worse than any pain he felt, and he wanted to kill Buchanan for hurting her.

What if Buchanan turned his rage on Ivy and physically hurt her, too? The thought scared Landon.

When Buchanan came at him this time, Landon kicked the shifter’s legs out from under him. He fell

with a thud that should have slowed him down for at least a few seconds, but he immediately scrambled to

his feet and charged.

Landon launched himself at the shifter, driving Buchanan into the wall so hard his head cracked the

plaster before bouncing off. Buchanan snarled and swung at Landon, gouging four deep furrows across his

chest.

Landon ground his teeth against the pain. It felt like he’d been sliced open by a piece of barbed wire.

He didn’t have time to think about it, though. Buchanan was already coming at him again. Landon

swore, ducking before the shifter could rip out his throat. Landon immediately retaliated, delivering a solid

punch to Buchanan’s jaw and following it with an elbow to the solar plexus. Unfortunately, all that did was

piss off Buchanan even more. He let out a roar that shook the walls, then grabbed Landon and flung him

across the room like he was a rag doll.

This time he landed on the countertop in Ivy’s kitchen. The impact with the granite, not to mention the

cabinet the back of his head smacked into, hurt like hell. Ignoring it, he grabbed the biggest carving knife

from the block and rolled off the counter, then backed up until he was against the pantry door.

Even with the knife, Landon wasn’t sure it was a fair fight. He had a weapon and skill, but Buchanan

was an animal acting on pure instinct. His human side—the only part that might have made him think twice

about killing—looked like it was gone. He wanted blood, and once he got it, there’d be nothing to keep him

from going after Ivy next. The only way to stop the shifter was to put him down for good. Providing

Buchanan didn’t get him first.

The shifter barely glanced at the blade as he vaulted over the counter and advanced on Landon.

Landon shifted his weight to his back foot, ready to duck and lunge the second the shifter swiped at him

with those claws. If Landon timed it right, he’d have a free shot at Buchanan’s heart.

Buchanan lifted his arm, claws extended.

Landon got ready.

Shit, this was going to be bad.

Suddenly, a white blur hurtled over the counter and smacked into Buchanan, sending him crashing to

the floor.

Ivy
.

She landed lightly on her feet in the center of the kitchen. Dressed in a short robe, her long hair still

dripping from the shower, she looked small and fragile standing between him and Buchanan.

The shifter rose to his feet, eyes blazing. Landon immediately moved to step in front of Ivy, but she kept

herself between him and Buchanan. A low growl emanated from his throat. Ivy growled back, her hands

whipping out to either side, her curved claws fully extended.

Buchanan snarled, lips pulled back from his fangs as he took a threatening step forward.

Landon reached for Ivy so he could pull her out of harm’s way, but the sound she unleashed stopped