She didn't have to worry right now. And though she could never put it completely out of her mind, her body was forcing her to concentrate on Jonas.
Her body was demanding her mate now. It was demanding his kiss, his touch. His possession. Mating heat had picked a hell of a time to kick in. She felt besieged on all sides. Fear and worry for her daughter, emotions for Jonas that she wasn't always certain how to handle, and facing a future that had no chance of true peace or safety. At least not for decades to come.
She was trying to decide if the fact that she may be there in those future decades was a good or bad thing. According to everything she had been able to find out, the aging retardation had been tracked at one year per decade. In a hundred years, she will have aged only ten.
Because of the mating heat. Because of the need amplified within her body, digging heated claws into her womb and filling her clit, her pussy, with such raging hunger that it was impossible to deny.
And the urges that hunger fed into her.
She rubbed her hand along her lower stomach, feeling her womb flex, clench. It wasn't just the need for sex. It was a need for complete intimacy. The need was overwhelming, wild. It was as primal as the claws that had retracted from the tips of his fingers.
"Rachel."
She opened her eyes to see him standing in the doorway to his office.
Her breath caught audibly now. She could no longer hide her response to him. Her pussy flooded with her juices, the memory of the pleasure he could bring her racing through her system.
She didn't feel like herself. She felt those urges she had always kept carefully restrained rising inside her, trying to break free.
Rachel had always been perfectly happy being the peace-maker, sitting back and playing it safe while she worried incessantly about her wild sister.
If she had felt a need for adventure, she had always tamped it down quickly. Diana was wild enough for both of them, and she was smart enough, confident enough, to survive those adventures.
Watching him now as he moved slowly across the room, she was once again reminded of the animal he was. So powerful. There were times he seemed invincible.
His eyes were narrowed, living mercury roiling in the darkened features of his face. Hunger and emotion filled that gaze. Emotions she hadn't yet learned to decipher, but felt she was growing closer to the answers.
"You had only to come to me," he growled as he reached her, caught her hand and began drawing her to the entrance of the main house.
Pausing, he turned back.
"Erin, Rachel and I will be unavailable for a while," he called out to the sitter.
"Yes, Mr. Wyatt," Erin called back, no hint in her tone that she knew what was going on, though Rachel knew she must.
When he turned back it was to draw her from the office wing to the residence and then through the kitchen, living room and into the bedroom.
And she followed him. She followed him as her heart beat with a primal, desperate rhythm. As hungers she'd always fought began to tear through her mind and body.
She couldn't get that need out of her mind. The need to go wild on him. The need to claim what was hers.
As the bedroom door closed, he turned to her, his nostrils flaring as he stared down at her with something akin to surprise.
She intended to give him much more to be surprised about.
Lifting her hands, she flattened her palms against his chest, parted her lips and drew in a hard breath.
"You look so civilized in silk," she murmured.
Pushing her hands beneath the charcoal jacket, she pushed it slowly back from his body, her lashes drifting lower as she heard the soft rasp of the material as it slid from his shoulders.
That sound sped through her senses, racing through her bloodstream as it fed a fiery heat straight to her nipples, her clit, the clenching muscles of her pussy.
"Civilized?" He continued to watch her, his nostrils flaring as he drew her scent in. "I don't think I've ever heard that word attached to me, Rachel."
She licked her lips, her hands smoothing down his chest once more to grip the edges of his shirt.
"I didn't say you were civilized," she breathed out, her voice rougher, filled with hunger, with a need she didn't want to hold back any longer. "And in a second, you won't look civilized either."
She smiled. Naked. She wanted him naked, wanted him hard and hot and as wild as she was.
CHAPTER 19
This was the woman Jonas had always sensed inside Rachel. The mate who would shake his world up, who would bind his heart and soul and leave him willing to worship at her feet.
He'd once thought his mate would have to be a female Enforcer. And if human, perhaps a woman like the lawyer Jess Warden, or a fighter like Rachel's kamikaze sister. He'd never imagined his mate would come in a short, calmly quiet, coolly efficient little package. A woman who could handle him in ways that he'd never been able to control others.
He felt her fingers tighten in the edges of his shirt, watched her eyes as she tore the buttons from their moorings and nearly snarled at the raging excitement reflected in the darkening green irises.
She was the perfect lady whenever, wherever she had to be. But now, she was a woman prepared to take her mate.
His hands lifted only to be pushed aside.
"Don't touch me," she ordered as she pushed the tattered edges of his shirt from his arms. "Let me undress you."
Hell. He didn't know if he could do that. He didn't know if he could stand calmly, idly by and simply watch his world being reshaped by this woman's hands. Hell no, he wanted to participate.
He would give her what he could though.
He stood still, his fists clenching as her hands ran down his bare chest, her fingertips raking over his flat nipples as that seductive, siren's smile shaped her lips.
A second later, her nails were rasping down his abdomen, sending spikes of incredible heat to tighten his balls and throb through his dick.
"This is a dangerous game you're playing," he breathed out roughly. "You may not be able to handle what you unleash, mate."
She looked at him from beneath her lashes as her fingers worked loose his belt.
"Take your shoes off." The commanding tone had his eyes narrowing, the animal raging inside him, demanding that he force her submission.
He had no intentions of making her surrender. Her surrender wasn't what he wanted. This was the woman he wanted.
He pushed the expensive shoes from his feet as he watched her, felt her fingers loosening the clasp of his slacks.
"I want to take you." She leaned forward, her tongue licking over his chest and causing his teeth to clench in furious arousal.
Then he felt the sharp edge of her teeth at the side of one nipple, sinking into his flesh in an intimate, searing little bite.
His body jerked, pleasure rioting across his nerve endings at the feel of her teeth biting into him, her tongue tasting him. His hands came up to touch her, to grip her shoulders, to pull her to the bed.
"No!" Her hands caught his wrists.
She was so delicate. There was no strength in her hold, but clear purpose stopped him instead.
Staring down at her, he had to force himself not to take her, not to dominate the sexuality rising inside her.
"This is mine," she told him, her brow lifting in challenge as he watched her. "Do you really want to miss it?"
Hell no!
He lowered his arms, watching as her small hands went back to the clasp on his slacks and slowly undid it.
His cock couldn't possibly become harder, thicker. Yet he swore as she began pushing the slacks over his hips it did just that.