She gasped as she walked toward the windows. “It’s beautiful. It almost feels like we’re hanging in the air with the stars.”
“I agree. I bought this hotel, refurbished it, and created this sanctuary for myself for when I need to be in Seattle. Mystic River is a quiet place of refuge, but my work often requires me to be here. If I cannot persuade you to return to Windsong at my side, perhaps we could find a way to use this hotel to suit our needs.”
She turned, leaning back against the window, and smiled at him. She hadn’t realized he’d followed so closely behind her, but she found his stealth oddly comforting. “Look, Colby, I’m going to be honest with you. I accepted a long time ago that I was destined to live my life alone.”
“We both know that destiny has brought you to your fated mate.”
Brie nodded. “That might be true, but I chose a different path early on. There will be no happily ever after for me. I will not rest until I see my sisters free.”
“What makes you think I would try and keep you from your goal, as it is the same one I seek?”
Brie snorted.
“How can you doubt me? Until recently my second-in-command was a female snow leopard-shifter. Time and again, I have lent my support to the Shadow Sisters, asking nothing in return. I don’t doubt your strength, courage, or tenacity, but I sense the part of you that you keep hidden from the world, maybe even from yourself. You need a mate who can offer you his loving support and passion.”
“And what do you need, Colby?”
“In a word, you. I need to be needed—not by my clowder or the world at large, but by one woman who wants me for myself, and not for the wealth and power I bring to the table. I long for someone with whom I can share all my secrets.”
She got the feeling that there was so much more to what he was saying than just the words themselves. She knew it couldn’twork, but would it be so wrong just to indulge herself in his passionate embrace? To know for once and all time what it felt to be loved by her fated mate?
There was no time to seek answers, for Colby swept her into his arms, carrying her to the large, ornate brass bed at one end of the room. He stripped them both of their clothes and then she was in the middle of the bed, Colby hovering over her, spreading her legs and leaning down to put his mouth on her sex. The instant his lips made contact, Brie’s body arched up in response, every single erotic synapse coming alive in a way it never had before.
He licked, nibbled, and suckled her clit until she was wriggling and gasping—her body soft, ripe, and ready for him. He moved down, nuzzling her labia and inhaling her scent. Then, fastening his mouth to her pussy, he began to feast, his tongue spearing her over and over as he lapped up her honey.
Brie called his name as her body stiffened and she came, her body shuddering before she sighed and went limp in his hands. But there was nothing limp or soft about Colby Reynolds. He was all coiled muscle, smooth skin, and hard cock. He crawled up her body, dragging his skin over hers, letting her feel his need and strength.
She watched him intently as he made his way up her body. He was, quite simply, the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. He combined raw masculine power with a grace and elegance she’d never seen before. She opened her arms and beckoned him to her.
He covered her with his body, allowing her to take his weight as she wound herself around him. She could feel his breath, hear his heartbeat. He readjusted his position and stared into her eyes as the broad head of his cock breached her opening and he began to work his way in. Her pussy was tight around him, and even with her orgasm and the slick of her arousal, he was a lotto take. But there was no pain, no discomfort, only perfection. It was as if she had been made to be his.
Colby began to thrust in and out of her, holding her steady beneath him so she was forced to take what he gave her. She found she didn’t mind as what he gave was wonderful, joyful, sensual pleasure. She’d been with other men, but nothing had prepared her for what she felt beneath the relentless pounding of her fated mate.
She raked his back with her nails, causing him to groan in an erotic response to her scoring his flesh. Her body rushed towards another powerful climax, and she cried out as her pussy clamped down on him, spasming along his length. His mouth captured hers, swallowing down her cries.
Brie hadn’t expected his orgasm to hit him as hard as it appeared to as he pounded into her, before giving a final, brutal thrust that drove his cock to the end of her sheath before he poured himself into her. He collapsed on top of her, nestling into her neck before he rolled to his back, dragging her with him.
Twice more he reached for her. Twice more she succumbed to his mating call and surrendered herself to him. But as the first pale rays of light began to pierce the dense fog rolling in off the water, Brie knew it was time to go. She slipped from his bed and managed to get dressed without waking him. A good operative always spotted a way to escape, and Brie was among the best. Checking the window for alarms, she disarmed the one she found, climbed out onto the roof, and made her way to the ground without being seen. She looked back once at the window from which she’d escaped and then was gone before he’d ever known she was no longer beside him.
