Free Creations 1: The Perfect Creation by Marie Harte

Perfume covered them both, a mixture of his areesia and her spice, and he groaned as he pushed deeper inside her, the fullness so tight it almost hurt.
    “But I’m not going to come until you do. So come for me, baby. Come now,” he urged as he bit hard at the tendon of her throat.
    Erin couldn’t help but do as he commanded, and she screamed as she came, her climax obliterating all else. Once again that joyful plane awaited, but this time Rafe was there with her, jetting inside her while his energy entwined with hers.
    Erin couldn’t have said when she lost consciousness, or when she eventually left that floaty perception of perfection. She shifted and suddenly felt Rafe holding her tight. He kissed the top of her head and hugged her closer. And for the first time in her life, the caution she lived with on a daily basis left her. With a soft sigh, she felt him withdraw, and she snuggled closer to bask in the warmth of the only male besides Ryen she’d started to trust.

    After laying them both down on the ground over their scattered clothes, Rafe stared down at Erin, baffled at how a woman not Mardu could experience a Mardu female’s heat and wainu , both while still a virgin. By Flor’s dagger, but the woman made him crazed with just a taste. Rafe of Mardu—a Xema warrior—undone by sex. It was unheard of. His kind revered sensuality. Xema both basked in pleasure and controlled it, through years of steady practice. Through sex, Rafe could better manage his energy and eventually reach wainu— a spiritual centre that would increase his strength the more he reached it.
    Yet with Erin, he’d lost any semblance of reason, a prisoner to desire. All he’d thought when eating her had been, Mine. And Gar hinted she might be a Creation? What Creation could mimic Mardu characteristics? Could take a Xema warrior to wainu ?
    Incredibly, the spitfire who’d not only kept pace with him but tried to take charge of everything they did had ceded him everything. Her virginity and her submission, and he still couldn’t believe it. Twice now he’d shared intimacies with Erin, and each time just got better.
    Hell, he’d shot so hard and so deep into her he still felt connected to the woman.
    Her innocence didn’t mesh at all with the incredible blow job she’d given him. And he couldn’t decide whether to be pleased that he’d claimed what no one ever had before, or annoyed that she’d misled him by agreeing to ‘perform’ for him whenever he wanted. A damned virgin claiming expertise. A virgin no longer , his conscious winced while the predator within him snarled its approval.
    They fit together perfectly. And that made him nervous. He didn’t know her well…
    hell, hardly at all. What if she was in fact a Creation? What then? Because as much as Rafe wanted to disagree with Gar, things about Erin just didn’t fit. Her face didn’t possess one blemish or flaw that he could see. And her body had been built to fuck. Rafe had lived among males of every shape and species, and he knew every male that saw her would want her. And when she let loose those pheromones… Which made him frown.
    Erin could control her scent, usually. From what he’d seen of her, she appeared to use it when threatened, or when she wanted to take charge of a situation. And he had to admit, her pheromones had seriously screwed with his head before. Yet tonight she hadn’t used her scent to ensnare him. He’d been just as hard, if not harder, to have her once he saw her clothes clinging to her body. Which led him to his second big question of the night. Why the hell had she jumped into the stream?
    So many questions and no answers.
    Frustrated at what promised to be a dangerous, potentially addicting situation, Rafe almost wished he hadn’t been so tired of waiting on his brother. After all, Erin had been there to talk to Cheltam, and she’d planned on kidnapping his brother before he’d shown up. Yet the thought of her and Gar together