Free Forbidden Call (New Breed Novels, Book 1) by Martha Bourke Page A

raising her other leg until she was sitting on his hips. He took her hard, every thrust slamming into her, stretching her as she held onto his shoulders.
    She was so tight, her core gripping him as he pounded into her. He was covered in sweat, his release poised in his shaft. She called out his name as she climaxed, her nails raking into his back under his coat, the sweet sting touching off his own release. He groaned as his legs weakened and they both sank against the wall, gasping for breath.
    As SE fell against her, his immense weight pinning her to the wall, she kept her grip on his powerful shoulders. She wanted to hold onto to him and stay that way forever. But this wasn’t about emotions, and she knew it. She closed her eyes as he filled her, memorizing as much of him as she could. She wanted to remember his scent, his body, the feel of him deep inside of her, because even if this was only instinct, he was the only one who could take away the emptiness.
    When he finally pulled out and released her, he avoided looking into her eyes. “Ana, I—”
    Fuck it. She reached up and took his chin in her hand. She wasn’t for hire. She was his mate. No cash would be waiting for her next to the bed. If she wanted to see his eyes, then she would see them. She needed to know that some part of the male she had known was still in there. But the minute she did, she wished she hadn’t. He looked down at her, his eyes ringed in gold, and she saw shame. He was ashamed of being with her. Oh, God. She let go of his chin and dematerialized.
    Back at her apartment, Ana pulled off her tall boots and almost ripped her leathers off her body, which was a damn shame, because good leather pants didn’t grow on trees. She threw them on the floor and turned on the shower. While she stood there waiting for the water to warm up, a thought entered her mind. Shifters could become pregnant beginning around the age of twenty. She was twenty. What if she was…but she hadn’t had any signs of a cycle yet.
    Shit, shit, shit.
    Like she needed this on top of everything else?
    “God dammit!” she yelled in frustration, kicking the bathroom door, cracking her foot hard against the wood. “Fuck!” She danced around until she could deal with the pain, then got in the shower.
    After dressing in a new pair of leathers, she stormed out of the apartment. This is so over , she thought. Once she found a way out of Toltec, she was leaving. For good.
    Knowing that female shifters would test positive for pregnancy almost immediately, she figured she’d just get it over with. She walked into the nearest CVS and wandered up and down the aisles until she finally realized she was going to have to actually buy something. She picked up four different kinds of tests. Couldn’t hurt. On her way to the counter to pay, she dropped two on the floor. Christ, what was wrong with her? She picked them up, paid the cashier and headed back to her apartment.
    Somehow when she woke up that morning, she hadn’t envisioned spending the evening pissing on a bunch of sticks. No use putting it off. She opened the first box, glanced at the drawings on the back and christened the stick. Then she checked her cell and started to wait. How the hell had she ended up like this? It was like living in a bad Lifetime movie— Deadly Instinct or some shit.
    When the first test showed only one line and the second showed a negative, she threw the other two out.
    SE sat on the edge of the guest bed at Dimitri’s penthouse. Jesus Christ, what had he done? He was a lot of things, but he was not a user. At least, not until now. Fuck. Ana might be working for the enemy, but she didn’t deserve to be used. No one did. His body felt so much better. He hated it. It was almost worse than the pain. And there was no way out. He was just so goddamn tired. Suddenly something Ana said came back to him. Something about souls? She’d seemed totally serious. Urgent even.
    SE gleamed out and materialized in