Free AlphaMountie by Lena loneson

understand that?”
    “I’m not an idiot. He killed my sister. Do you understand
that I saw her in the morgue, her body covered by a sheet? They didn’t show me her
toe-tag but I’m sure there was one. I get that he’s dangerous. I want to make sure
he doesn’t do this to another vulnerable young woman.”
    “And I want to make sure he doesn’t do it to you.”
    “Maybe I’m not a cop or a werewolf, but I’m not helpless, Cam.
I’ve taken down a black bear at full strength with a shotgun. I’ve rescued a six-year-old
boy from white water in the middle of a thunderstorm. I’ve given talks about conservation
to rooms full of hundreds of teenagers. I do not intimidate or impress easily, Constable
Dawson.”
    “I’m glad to hear it.”
    “Would you like me to let you out of the second cuff now, or
do you have another demonstration you’d like to make?”
    “So I did impress you?” he asked. His smile echoed that of a
young pup with a new bone.
    “It will take more than a little bit of physical strength to
impress me. A quick snap of the cuffs is one thing, but do you have endurance?”
The double entendre was intentional. Noire realized she liked flirting with him
this way—with absolutely no subtlety. It was refreshing and, well, easy.
    She leaned down to uncuff Cam herself. Before she could, he broke
out of the final cuff himself. His strong arms picked her up and carried her from
the stairwell, down the hallway across thick carpet, moving confidently now.
Apparently he’d known their whereabouts all along. Noire hung in the air, blood
rushing to her head and making her giddy. Anyone could open their door at any
moment and catch them, Noire wearing only that matching set of lingerie. She
made a mental note to go back to the stairwell for her clothing later.
    He balanced her on one shoulder as he slid a card into the door
lock, and when they entered the room, he placed her carefully on the bed, leaning
over her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and kissing her long, deep and hard.
Noire kissing him back, her lips bruising. Her tongue explored every part of his
mouth that she could find, wanting to possess all of him. Her fingers fumbled with
the buttons of his red uniform and he had to help her remove it. The skin beneath
was just as hot as the rest of him. His muscles rippled beneath her fingers, beneath
his mouth. All she could hear was their breathing as she removed his pants.
    His body pressed down on her, heavy, hard and hot. Every inch
of her skin was afire with his heat. Strong hands combed through her hair, undoing
her braid, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was solid and firm on top
of her. He barely fit on the bed, he was so long. His fingers slid across her
skin, skimming the surface, leaving her wanting more. She watched his gray eyes
drift downward, toward her bra again. The size and the strength of him was more
a turn-on than any man she’d met before. And the way he had looked at her in the
stairwell—she felt delicate and feminine for the first time since she’d grown a
foot during puberty.
    When he tugged her panties off, finally, and pressed
his cock between her legs, she felt ready to come right then. The head of his
cock was velvet-soft against her, such a contrast to the strength in the rest
of him. It teased at the opening to her cunt and she grabbed at him, pulling him
inside her, fingernails digging into his ass. She shifted her hips, thrusting
forward, and yes, there it was—he hit the center of her just so. She kept her
hands on his ass, holding him tight for a moment, savoring the complete
fullness before they began to move together again.
    Noire had never been one for the missionary position,
preferring the angle she could get from doggie style or the control she felt on
top. But there was something about the weight of him pressing her into the bed
that hit her in all the right places tonight. The tan skin of his biceps
glistened with sweat, and her own dark