“Please, if you don’t take me now, I’m going to die.” She was panting, her body bucking back against him. “Now, dammit!”
“Gato inferno,” he mumbled against her skin, bracing his feet, planting his stance, preparing to thrust deep one final time. “My little hellcat,” he repeated in English, the Portuguese rolling from his tongue as if he spoke the traditional shifter language every day of his life.
“Yes!” she murmured, her fingers clenching in the sheets, her back arching upward.
Rome licked her again and again, absorbing her taste and scent at the same time. He thrust deep inside her and was rewarded when her head snapped back and a long slow moan escaped her lips. He couldn’t hold back another second, pumping fast and deep inside her; every muscle in his body bunched and contracted with the motion.
Kalina moved with him, hungrily matching his thrusts with her own. She was wild and hot and everything he’d seen in her eyes. He’d known this passion was in her, waiting to be unleashed. And now he’d unleashed it, he’d captured the hellcat and was marking her, making her his.
Reaching an arm around her waist, he slipped downward, finding her moistened center, brushing past plump lips to find her drenched with arousal. Pushing two fingers inside her pussy, Rome grit his teeth as her rear gripped him tighter. He pumped her fiercely now from both directions, loving the feel of power, of dominance pouring through him.
But Kalina would not be taken, she was determined to give back all that she received. With Rome filling her both ways she wanted to scream with pleasure as spiky tendrils of desire ripped through her. She pumped his fingers and his dick, loving the fullness and completeness he brought her. Her head thrashed and she was making sounds that didn’t sound entirely human to her ears but she didn’t care.
Nothing mattered, nothing but this man, at this time. She was completely open to him, taking all that he gave. At the same time she was giving him something, a part of her she hadn’t even known existed. Sure there was a sexual craving, but Kalina sensed this was so much more. Her body responded to his every touch, her nostrils flaring at his scent, longing for him even more. It was a sweet salty aroma that permeated the room now and it fed her, pushing her to go farther, to break past barriers she’d erected in her mind.
He wasn’t what he seemed—not from the first time she’d met him. And yet she felt instinctively that neither was she. At least not this way. Kalina had never imagined herself loving like this, needing like this. She’d never imagined Roman Reynolds.
Now, with him planted so firmly inside her, steadily stroking the heat in her until she threatened to implode, she could not imagine being without him.
His fingers ministered to her, thrusting deep inside her pussy until her thighs shook with longing. In her rear he stroked her long and deep, with measured thrusts that swept her up into mindless pleasure.
Her release came quickly, ripping through her body like an unexpected storm. She screamed with its intensity, letting every nuance of pleasure rack through her entirely. Rome leaned over her, thrusting even faster.
“That’s right, my little hellcat. Feel that. Feel us.”
Oh she did, she felt it everywhere, from the spikes of her hair to the tips of her toes. Her body trembled in response as he continued to work her.
“Feel me and no other,” he murmured, his lips close to her ear. “No other. Ever!”
His words were dominant and insistent. She heard them with different ears, not of the woman, but of something else, and she roared, turning her head slightly to nip at his lips.
He took her mouth, thrusting his tongue as deep as his dick and fingers still were in her. She returned his fervor, their tongues dueling even as he worked her sex until she threatened to come again.
When he tore his lips from hers she made a sound of protest and thought she saw him bare his teeth—sharp teeth that then sank into her shoulder. The contact was instantly painful, mixing beautifully with the pleasure soaring through her from her sexual release.
He pumped harder, faster, then roared himself, his tongue licking over the spot where he’d bit her.
“My companheiro,” she thought she heard him whisper before pulling them both down onto the bed.
Kalina didn’t know what that meant but it couldn’t be bad because Rome wrapped her in his arms, holding her tightly against him. And she lay there, not wanting to move or question or even think about what sleeping with a half man, half cat would do to her.
Chapter 24
“Tell me something,” he asked when they’d lain in silence for too long.
“Hmm,” she murmured, her cheek against his naked chest, her bare legs entangled with his.
“Is this a part of your investigation?”
She stiffened.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean the investigation the DEA has you conducting on me. Is sleeping with me going into the reports?”
She tried to get up, to move away in lieu of answering, but Rome held her tight. His arms had been wrapped around her. She’d cooed as he pulled her closer after their mutual release. Now she wanted to bolt. Well, that was just too damn bad.
“Was sleeping with me the next step since you couldn’t break into my computer?”
Kalina remained silent, her heartbeat thumping wildly against his chest. She was thinking of a response. It wouldn’t be a lie; he didn’t pick up that rancid stench. She would tell the truth, but he sensed she wasn’t going to enjoy doing so.
“This wasn’t how it was supposed to turn out,” she said, her voice almost too quiet for him to hear.
“What was your plan? Find the incriminating evidence on my computer then have me arrested? You’d receive accolades, maybe a promotion, be the biggest, baddest female cop on the force because you’d brought down the infamous Roman Reynolds.” He couldn’t help the edge his voice had taken on. Since learning of her betrayal, he’d been on a roller coaster of emotions trying to figure out what his reaction should and would be.
On the ride over to her place, he was unable to think of anything but the possible danger she might be in. Once he had her safely in his grasp, he couldn’t think past fucking her. Now, sated and secure in her safety, he was pissed the hell off.
She tried to break free of his hold again and this time he let her. Running wasn’t going to help, he could guarantee that.
Pulling some of the sheet with her, she wrapped her naked body and slid a few inches away from him. The fact that she didn’t get off the bed and head for the door instantly told him a lot about her. That spunk he’d seen in her that night in his office was full-blown confidence now. The way she lifted her head and squared her chin said she had no regrets and he’d probably not be hearing an apology fall from her still-kiss-swollen lips.
“The DEA planted me at your firm to find out who you’re sending money to in Brazil.”
“Who do they think I’m sending it to?”
“A drug cartel. They don’t know which one.”
“Did you find the evidence you needed?”
She sighed, smoothing a hand over the back of her hair. “No.”
“Really? I would have thought that sleeping with me and doing as good a job of it as you did, you’d have the keys to my safe and personal access to all my accounts by now. Tell me, did how many times I made you come make it into your report?”
“Don’t be crass. It’s so beneath you,” she said, turning to toss him a cold glare over her shoulder. “To answer your question, even though I don’t know why I should since I clearly was not the only one lying in this … whatever you call what we’re doing. Anyway, I did not plan this. Sleeping with you was not on my agenda.”