Free Lover Mine (Blood Brothers 1) by BJ Brandon Page B

can
usually defend yourself but I just need to make sure you are safe."
He pushed back the bangs hanging her in eyes and forced her to look
at him. When she finally, did he smiled. "I cannot live without
you, Chayle. You may not realize it and I know you do not
understand yet, but you are my heart now, and I will not give you
up. Not to any monster out there. Not to anyone!"
    "Oh Kayne," she whispered. "What am I going
to do with you?"
    "Let me love you," he growled, and began to
show her just what he meant.
    Their loving was slow and tender. Kayne took
his time stripping their clothes, licking and touching every inch
and spot as it was bared, making a slow game of pulling each piece
away from her body. It was as if he discovered a new treasure and
wanted to investigate every inch, memorizing and mapping it with
his fingertips and tongue.
    When Chayle was insane with need, begging
for him to take her, he finally spread her thighs and entered her
in one swift arch. Kayne's earlier revelation that he and his men
could not transmit any kind of STDs, and were immune to most human
diseases because of all of the genetic experimentation that had
been done had been an interesting discussion. To say the least.
    Basically, they were a new species of homo
sapiens, created by Chayle's own government in a misguided attempt
to create the super solider that could be ordered to follow any
commands once they were reprogramed. Faster and heartier, deadlier.
Totally alienated from the population they were created to protect
and kept secret from most of the government. Now, she was just
thankful, because she could feel him skin to skin and it was
glorious.
    Kayne sank into the warmth of the woman who
held his heart, mentally reached for his lover, hoping she was
ready to experience all that they would have together. There was no
way he could not hold back, not now, not anymore. He mentally
reached out for Chaley, and the connection snapped into place like
an umbilical cord between them. Kayne could feel every emotion,
every rise and fall of Chayle's chemical makeup and love as she
stared into his eyes, and it was glorious. He knew the exact
instant she realized he was there, inside her emotions and she
inside of his.
    "Kayne?" she whispered softly, her
mind-voice quivering with need and shock.
    "Yes baby, feel me!" He pushed deeply
inside of her, holding still as he watched her eyes round and her
breath catch as his emotions twined deeply with hers. He wove an
intricate web around them that looped their emotions and sexual
desires back and forth until neither of them could feel where one
began and the other ended.
    "Oh God, Kayne, so good . . ." she
managed to say just before her world exploded into a thousand stars
and Kayne's arms held her safe and warm as she fell deeper under
his spell.
    "I've got you, baby," she heard just
before her world went dark.
    .
    Kayne lay in the dark, listening to his mate
sleep while going over the last details in his mind for the short
mission he was taking the next day. Merc and Rafe had agreed to
shadow Chayle while he was away, but with so many others onsite,
Kayne had doubts that anyone would be stupid enough to try to get
to her on their home base.
    "Kayne, did you confirmed the location of
the drop today? Is the mission green?" Merc silently asked him,
a touch of annoyance coming through their link.
    "Of course. What's wrong?" Kayne
waited but his friend refused to answer. "Merc, what has you so
riled?"
    "I went to check on the other female and
she's not doing well. The doctors' cannot get her to talk, so they
have no idea of her name or age. It just . . ." the annoyance
and frustration that filled Merc bordered on rage. "She is
terrified of me so I cannot get anything from her but doe-eyed
terror and curled into a ball."
    Kayne knew what most people saw on the
outside was the first impression, and with Merc that was a hardened
giant with dark eyes and scary profile. Few got close enough to see
the softness