Free EnemyMine by Aline Hunter

and she arched her back again,
trying to get him to direct his attention to where she wanted it most.
    “Be still, mate.” Emory growled, the sound a low drumming in
her ears.
    Mate? She writhed uncontrollably, unable to do as he
ordered, feeling as though her body were being consumed by flames. Diskant had
referred to Ava as his mate. Perhaps it was common terminology in a pack. Her
excitement grew at the thought. If Emory thought of her in that context,
perhaps there was more between them than physical attraction, something that
would extend their relationship beyond the pleasures of sex.
    “Mate?” she questioned, running her fingers along the
muscles that stretched and flexed in his shoulders.
    Emory hesitated, his mouth hovering just over her nipple.
When he didn’t continue she wrapped a hand around his neck, encouraging him to
keep going. “Please,” she repeated, louder this time, and cried out when Emory
pulled away and glared at her. His eyes were no longer brown but entirely
molten amber.
    “Still, Mary. Now.”
    Was he nuts? She couldn’t be still. Not like this. “I can’t
help it,” she complained, trying to do as he asked. “I’ve never felt like this
before.”
    His forehead smoothed as his face softened in understanding
but the brightness in his irises didn’t dim. “Neither have I, but we have to
talk. I want you so much I can’t breathe but I won’t take away your choice. We
can’t take this further until you know everything. You have to understand where
this leads.”
    “Talk is overrated.” She clawed at his back when he tried to
lift away. She knew exactly where this would lead—to the sex she’d always
dreamed of. Emory would make love to her so thoroughly he’d leave an invisible
brand behind, something to keep her company on the cold nights she anticipated
would come soon enough. Tomorrow be damned. To hell with the bullshit, the
danger and the unknown. Electricity hovered in the air, a direct link between the
two of them.
    What more was there to discuss?
    “There’s no going back.” Emory groaned when she arched her
back and pushed her hard nipples into his chest, his body quaking against hers.
“Once I have you I’ll never let you go.”
    Too many factors prohibited her from echoing the declaration
so she pushed her doubts aside, blind to everything but the man above her.
Actions were so much better than words, especially when a simple caress—such as
her fingertips whispering along his neck—caused Emory to close his eyes and
growl low in his throat, the deep vibration humming against her breasts. The
shadow along his jaw was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. When she lifted her
hand and rubbed her knuckles against his chin she learned it was bristly but
surprisingly soft as well.
    “I’m trying to do the right thing, damn it.” He snaked his
fingers around her wrists and forced her arms over her head. “But you’re not
making it easy.”
    They stared at each other, panting softly, chests touching.
His hair had fallen over his forehead, a few of the strands along his neck
caught in the bristles on his cheek. Golden eyes seemed to look through her, as
though he could touch her very soul. The moment was more than intimate. It was
as if something snapped into place. The connection was baffling but impossible
to ignore.
    And it wasn’t the first time she’d felt it.
    Back when things were uncomplicated, she’d experienced the
same emotion, as though something inside her recognized Emory as her other
half, the one person to complete her.
    How is that possible?
    “You feel it, don’t you?” Emory murmured.
    “I don’t understand.” And she didn’t, not at all. This was
more than sex, something that she realized would change her life forever.
    “We’re meant for each other.” Emory dipped his head and feathered
his lips over hers. “The first time I saw you, I knew. I wanted you so much it
hurt.”
    “But…” She struggled to find words. “You never