Free Prowl the Night by Crystal Jordan Page B

pussy. The feel of his claws digging into her hips sent shivers racing over her skin.
    The shower’s steam wrapped around them, caressed them, and beads of hot water cascaded down their writhing bodies. It turned her on more, drove her ever closer to the edge. Tomas filled her again and again, the angle making him hit her G-spot every time. She hissed into his mouth, the Panther struggling for freedom. She knew her eyes would have burned to the same gold as his, both of them just short of feral.
    She tilted her hips up, letting his thrusts grind his pelvis against her clit. The increased stimulation was enough to spin her into oblivion. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, one huge pulse that made her scream at the intensity of it. The sound was more cat than woman. Her orgasm continued, each convulsive wave dragging her toward the most animalistic side of her nature.
    Hilting his cock inside of her, he rotated his hips and came hard. A growl ripped from him, his talons scoring her hips as his grip turned painful. “Ciri!”
    They were shaking when it was over, the water still pouring over them. He reached out and turned off the shower. She let her forehead rest on his broad shoulder and panted, her heart pounding in her ears. The power of their coupling always took her breath away, stunned her with its force. She had never truly believed that sex was better with a mate until the first time Tomas had touched her.
    Cradling her close, he carried her out of the shower and set her on the end of their long marble vanity. The cool stone made her shiver, but it also felt good. She leaned against him as he used a soft towel to dry them both. It was wonderful to have his tender ministrations, his sweet attention. Something that was so rare, but had typified the first weeks of their courtship. Hot tears welled in her eyes at the thought, pain spilling into her heart. She swallowed hard and pressed her face to his chest so he wouldn’t notice. She wanted nothing to interrupt this moment.
    As if on cue, the sound of his cell phone carried through the bathroom door. A human might not have picked up on the noise, but she was a shifter, and the ringing scraped across her nerves. Was it so much to ask that everyone leave them in peace for the night? Just one night! But, no, members of a leading family were always on duty.
    She hissed at the second ring. “God, I hate that you can’t have a life outside of being the heir.”
    She regretted the words the moment they fell from her lips. It would only start the fight she’d wanted to avoid.
    Stiffening away from her, he met her gaze. “I can’t change who and what I am, Ciri.”
    â€œBut you expect me to!” Her temper flared and for once she couldn’t squelch it, couldn’t hide it. The upheaval of the day had broken through her carefully constructed sense of serenity.
    His jaw tightened, a muscle beginning to tick there. “We’ve both had to deal with a lot of changes.”
    Squelching the urge to scratch his eyes out for managing to remain calm when she could not, she spat at him, “And still, you’re not the one who has to change who and what they are.”
    â€œWhat do you want me to do, Ciri?” Gold flickered in his eyes, belying his restrained tone.
    She sniffed disdainfully, hopped down from the counter, grabbed the towel from his hand to wrap around herself, and spun away. “Nothing. Forget it.”
    â€œDon’t do this.” He wrapped his fingers around her bicep, his grip almost painful. “Don’t turn away from me.”
    Jerking at his hold, she gave a futile attempt at escape. He was a male feline, much stronger than her. She snarled at him, frustration shredding her control with Panther’s claws. “I haven’t done anything. Except mate with you.”
    â€œAnd you regret that?” His question was flat, his expression going carefully blank. He released her, his hand