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swallowed.

He released her heavy orb and took possession of the other, massaging her tit through the thin satin

of her bra. Sensations whirled through her. He pinched her rigid tip and pleasure bloomed to send

prickles along her skin.

She exhaled and skated her palms across her belly to the waist band of her slacks. The buttons

snapped with ease and the zipper gave way as she pressed her palm through the trimmed wiry curls on

her pussy. Marree slid her fingers over her clit. She rolled her hips and a gratified moan escaped

through her lips. Her digits glided over the soft tissue of her labia.

His mouth replaced his hands, he rolled the turgid tip of her breast across his tongue and the sun’s

bright beam shone on him reflecting off the tiny beads of sweat which dotted his head and shoulders.

The rough texture of his tongue lapping against her areola sent sparks of electricity leaping from one

nerve ending to another. She squirmed and pulled her fingers back, grazing her little bud.

Jamison sucked her nipple between his lips and swept his head back and forth, rubbing the edge of

his teeth over her taut tip. Marree’s eyes drifted shut. She circled her clit, pinching and pressing down

on the tiny bundle of nerves. Pressure coalesced in her belly like the feather light touch of thousands

of butterfly wings. She moved her fingers faster and opened her mouth to take in gulps of air. Color

became vibrant and the dingy white walls surrounding them took on an ethereal glow. Her beast

scurried in the deeper darkness of her conscious mind and she reached out to her animal. Currents

increased, sparking through her. She slipped a finger through her folds and pushed into her passage.

Her vaginal muscles undulated around her digit. She pulled it free and shoved it deeper.

“Yes, baby. So damn beautiful,” Jamison muttered in a reverent whisper. He followed the contours

of her body and trailed his fingers along her arm to cover her hand with his palm as she brought

herself to climax.

Colors formed a kaleidoscope, blending shapes into beautiful pictures in her mind’s eye. She

pressed her head into the mattress as the silhouettes fell away, leaving her on the precipice of a deep,

blissful abyss. Tingles zapped through her system, making her curl her toes.

“Stop.” Jamison stilled her hand.

“Ooo…w-w-what.” Her eyes snapped open. She had been so close to her world imploding.

He tugged her finger from her channel and lifted it to his mouth. Jamison sucked her juice coated

digit clean. Her pussy throbbed and she shuddered. Exhaling, she lifted her gaze to meet his.

“Do you trust me?” He slid down and ran his tongue around her belly button.

She nodded, unable to speak as tension coiled in her stomach.

“I want to hear you say the words, Marree.” He shoved his hands down her pants. Slowly he backed

up and stripped them off her legs to drop them on the floor. He looked up and cocked a brow. “Now

where were we?” When she didn’t answer he continued, “Tell me, Marree.”

“Yes.” She cleared her throat. “I trust you.”

He pulled the mud covered socks from her feet. Leaning down, he kissed her ankle. Jamison

brushed his lips against her calf and the inside of her thigh. Working his way upward he dropped little

pecks along her ribcage and up the curve of her breast, stopping at the mate’s mark he’d left on her

neck. The hard length of his shaft fit in the apex of her thighs.

Marree spread her legs wider and his cock slipped flush against her sheath. He caged her torso with

his arms and stroked her cheek. “I swear lying here with you feels like I’ve come home.”

“I might evict your ass if you don’t finish what you started.” She wiggled her hips.

“Ever the impatient one.” He tweaked her nipple. Jamison reached between them and guided his rod

into her channel.

She thrust her pelvis up to grind against his and a series of pleasing, escalating moans filled the

room. He reared up and she wound her arms around his shoulders and pulled him close. Marree

glanced at his face. His jaw was set and his eyes were squeezed shut. Sweat coated his skin and his

tendons bulged in his neck. He lunged into her body, driving deep.

Each plunge drove them farther up the bed. She gripped his back, digging her nails in and scratching

his flesh to leave her mark. She pulled herself up to his chest and pressed an open mouth kiss to his

neck, licking the constricted muscle. He grunted and flipped, yanking her with him. She sat astride his

pelvis, his dick filling her channel and Marree rolled her hips forward. He clamped his hands on her

waist and she rose up on her knees.

Marree eased up until only the tip of his rod rested at the mouth of her passage. He yanked her down

as he thrust his hips up. The throbbing returned, building in her belly. She leaned forward and splayed

her palms on his chest. Her beast skimmed her consciousness and a flash of mottled gray filled her

mind. Moisture clung to her arms and torso and rocked her pelvis, meeting his every drive.

She dropped her head and looked into his eyes. His gaze widened and a slow, carnal smile lifted the

corners of his lips. He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and grunted, plunging faster and deeper. She

bowed her body and the chasm opened, engulfing her in darkness. A pinpoint of light widened and

grew. Jamison stood in the in the center of the void with his arms open. The muscles in her thighs

tensed. He drove his dick up touching her core and she stepped off the edge, falling. Her whines

morphed into screams as her orgasm rumbled through her.

His body tensed beneath her and he held her down on his shaft. He shuddered as he hissed, “Mine!”

Marree’s lids fluttered closed and she toppled to his chest. He enfolded her in his strong arms and

kissed her temple. She snuggled into the crook of his neck. “I accept your claim.”

“Hmmm, I never doubted that you would.” He chuckled.

She grinned against his skin. “You can be a real ass sometimes.”

“Marree?”

“Yes, Jami.”

“One day you’ll shift.” He hugged her closer.

“I doubt it, but to know you believe that feels good.”

“I don’t think it will happen. I
know
it will happen.”

She eased up, breaking his hold. “And just how can you be so sure?”

One side of his mouth lifted up and his gaze searched her face. “It’s simple. I saw your beast.”

Chapter Ten

Kiele spied the raggedy, partially submerged houseboat. No doubt, Marree and Jamison were

hunkered down in there, at least for the time being. Studying the ground, she spied a deep foot print in

the loamy soil. She dropped to one knee to get a closer look. Based on the detail of the track her prey

wasn’t traveling light. Kiele tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. Why would a shifter travel with so

much? They were predators, people who usually took only what was needed and used their natural

weapons.

She bent down and sniffed the ground, straightened and dipped again to get another whiff. What the

hell? Deer? There was no such thing as a deer shifter, and if there ever was, the poor bastards probably

got eaten before they could flourish. She smirked at the idea of a herd of men running while female

shifters chased them down and wrinkled her nose. Running down a lesser male wouldn’t be very much

fun. She slinked away from the print, disappearing into the bushes. Humans would sometimes use deer

hormones to cover their scent while hunting. But who the hell would send a human into a den of

shifters? Heinrich was bat shit crazy but not stupid. She followed the trail to a levee.

The land bridge would lead to the other side of the inlet and right to the sunken side of the

houseboat. She stopped on top of the knoll and crouched low, using the shrubbery for cover. A faint

crack
alerted her that she was no longer alone, and his scent told her exactly who was sneaking up

behind her. Pretending she’d heard nothing, she continued to stare ahead.

A light air current tickled her neck. Kiele leaned forward and swiveled around with her leg

extended. The person behind her fell back with a
thud
. She pulled her limbs under her, yanked two

knives from her belt and rose up.

“It’s been a long time, Le. You still look good for a dead woman.” Loubel gazed up at her with a

curious smirk on his lips.

“Dammit Loubel, I could have killed you,” Kiele whispered. She couldn’t resist returning his smile

with a bright grin of her own. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“You’re not either,
bebe
. So tell me why you’re on the back end of my territory.” He stood and

dusted off his legs. “Still love those clove cigs. I caught your sent miles away…when you first came

to town.”

“Loubel.”

He crossed his arms. “You make my name sound like a prayer. Talk to me, Le. Why is it whenever

you’re close I have to chase you down, hmm? I thought we had an understanding.”

“If daddy knew I was here and you knew, he would kill you.” She sighed.

“That’s my risk to take. That old bastard already knocked down all our houses when he thought I

was the reason you’d gone missing.”

“Yeah. Daddy does kinda lose his mind when he goes into one of his rages.”

“
Kinda
? We’re mated Le. Percel can’t change that. Your fucking family will get over it. That is, if

we ever tell them.” His annoyance rolled off him in waves.

She rubbed the tattoo covered scar on her neck. “I had to leave and you know it. You know why.

Stop trying to make me feel guilty.” She didn’t hide the submissive tone in her voice. Loubel was the

only man she was willing to beg for.

“Is it working? You’re killing me, Le. I’ve done what you asked, watched over Marree, kept an eye

out for your family. It’s been five years. Come home.” He stepped in close and grazed his fingertips

over the coiled snake tattoo on the hollow under her ear.

“I need to tie up a few loose ends. I swear we’ll be together soon.” She caught his hand and brushed

her lips against his knuckles.

He closed his eyes and exhaled. “I should have never let you go.”

“You didn’t have a choice.” She moved against his body, enfolding her arms around his waist. “Not

much longer, baby.” Kiele pushed her nose into the crook of his neck and inhaled, holding his fresh

water smell in her lungs. “Loved the little altercation between you and Jamison, by the way.”

Loubel chuckled against her temple. “Jamison is a self-righteous prick but he does care about

shifters, and I believe he loves Marree. I enjoy making him work to prove it. It’s the little things, ya

know?”

“Bullshit, you just like to cause trouble. Always have.” She hugged him tighter.

“Is that anaconda the reason you’re here?” He wrapped his muscular arms around her shoulders.

“Yeah. But I’ll work it out, and if things go the way I plan, we will have a hell of a fight on our

hands once I’m back.”

He reared back and cupped her face with his hands. “Let ’em come, baby. Poison is my middle

name. I’ll leave the motherfuckers in the ditches as a warning.” Loubel dipped his head and nipped her

ear.

Her pussy pulsed in response. She shuddered and tamped down the building desire. “Let’s have

some fun.”

“I’m always up for a little entertainment.” He nuzzled her neck.

She pulled back. “Not that kind, lover. I believe we have a human hunter stalking Jamison and

Marree.”

“A human? Hell, let Jamison handle that. I can think of more interesting things to do.”

“Loubel!”

He shrugged. “Fine. But I’m getting tired of all this secret shit.”

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

“You’ll do more than that, Le.” He yanked her flush against him.

His cock thumped her thigh. “Come on, Loubel. I want to take care of this.”

“You don’t need my help, Le.” He ground his pelvis against hers. “Is that a grenade?”

“Yeah. Want one?”

“Naw, got some in the closet at the house. So what do you want me to do, Kiele?”

“Find the hunter. I want intel about who hired him. Then of course you’re welcome to kill the

asshole.”

“Goddess, woman, I miss you.”

She lifted her chin and traced his lips with her tongue before pulling away. “Soon,
bebe
. Now help

me find the SOB, please.”

“Only because you said please.” He pressed his lips to her temple. “What about Jamison and

Marree?”

“They’re in the broke down house boat. You came looking for me. Tell them you were looking for

them. How did you get here anyway?”

He snorted. “Followed your scent. I got the airboat sitting on the other side of the levee. I bet your

hunter is sitting in-front of the boat, waiting to pick them off as they come out.”

“That’s what I’m thinking.”

“So, toss the
petite
bomb and blow the bitch out the brush.”

“I, umm, didn’t want to disturb the lovebirds. Don’t tell me you didn’t hear them?”

“Fuck that.” He started removing clothes. “If I can’t get any, why should they? I’ll get your