Free Angel/Hiss (Bayou Heat Box Set Book 7) by Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright Page B

beneath her as the roaming lips at last found her moist center, his tongue stroking between the tender folds.
    “Yes,” she gasped.
    His head lifted to study her with eyes that held a very cat-like satisfaction.
    “You smell like wildflowers and taste like honey.”
    Indy blushed as he held her gaze. She was an idiot, but Angel made her feel like a giddy teenager. It was intoxicating.
    Slowly he lowered his head, his tongue creating all sorts of sinful havoc as he continued to stroke and tease her. Her head fell back against the pillow as tension clutched her body.
    She was close.
    “Now, Angel,” she rasped, unwilling to climax before she felt him buried deep inside her.
    Heat prickled in the air as he surged up her body, his mouth claiming her parted lips as he settled between her thighs. Indy lifted her arms, shoving her fingers into the soft silk of his hair.
    She made a sound of pleasure as she felt the brush of his hard cock press against her entrance.
    At last…
    She had time to grasp his shoulders before he was surging into her dampness with a ruthless shove.
    Lost in the savage pleasure, Indy dug her nails into his back and gave a muffled gasp. He was large enough to stretch her to the edge of pain, but damn, nothing had ever felt so good.
    Angel moaned, his hands skimming down to grasp her hips, angling her up to receive his deepening thrusts.
    “I thought this could never happen to me,” he said in husky tones, burying his face in the curve of her neck.
    Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hips lifting to meet each surge of his cock.
    Bliss. Sheer bliss.
    “What couldn’t happen?” she managed to whisper.
    “You.” He lightly kissed her lips before pulling back to regard her with a somber expression. “Us.”
    “Why?”
    Angel kept his gaze locked on hers as he increased the pace, the heady scent of his musk clinging to her skin.
    “My life was supposed to be dedicated to duty.” He lowered his head to nuzzle at her throat. “A mate was never part of the equation.”
    Indy dug her nails into his shoulders as her breaths came in short gasps, the pleasure coalescing into a burst of shocking waves.
    Above her, Angel’s features sharpened as he gave one last forceful thrust and then, with a wrenching groan, he collapsed on top of her.
    In a rather dazed wonderment Indy held onto him with weak arms.
    Mate.
    Good. God.

CHAPTER 6
    Angel kept his arms locked tight around Indy as they snuggled in the center of the bed.
    His death grip had more than one purpose. Number one was the simple pleasure in feeling this female pressed against his body. He was confident this was as close to paradise as he’d ever been. And number two was ensuring she didn’t run from him in horror.
    His lips pressed to her temple as his gaze skimmed down her naked body to the curve of her hip where the silvery claw marks glistened in the late afternoon sunlight.
    Savage satisfaction raced through him along with a belated stab of guilt.
    “Are you okay?” he demanded.
    She tilted her head back, her cheeks still flushed and her eyes smoldering with a remembered pleasure.
    “I’m tougher than I look,” she said.
    Angel couldn’t argue. For such a tiny thing she had the heart and courage of a warrior. She was also an intensely independent woman.
    Which was what troubled him.
    “I mean…” His fingers drifted down her body to the shallow claw marks. “Are you freaking out at the thought of being my mate?”
    Her lips twisted with wry amusement. “Would it change anything if I did?”
    “No,” he admitted without hesitation. “It’s far too late.”
    Belatedly glancing to where his fingers traced the silvery lines on her hip, she made a sound of surprise.
    “What’s that?”
    He tried to hide his smug smile. “My mark.”
    “Mark?” She tilted back her head to study him in confusion.
    His hand cupped her hip in blatant possession. He should no doubt have resisted the urge to slice his claws through her flesh as