Free Dangerous Protector (Federal Paranormal Unit) by Milly Taiden Page A

He licked his lips, and her pussy quivered.
    “Brock”
    “No,” he ordered. “No more fighting this. No more fighting me. No more fighting us.”
    She inhaled , watching his claws extend to caress her collar bone and down to the V-line of her T-shirt. Those claws slid through the shirt like a sharp knife on soft butter. Within a heartbeat, she was panting, and her breasts were bared to him. It was hard to control the urge to attack him when her body clamored to be possessed by him. To be his again and again. Now. Right now.
    The claws continued their downward path until she was fully naked and tatters of what were once her clothes floated to her ankles.
    She watched his nose flare, and her throat went dry.
    “This is new,” his rumble increased her already raging heart rate.
    She didn’t need to glance down to know he referred to her thigh-high tattoo. She’d always wanted one. One day after she’d left him, she’d gone and done it. A beautiful intricate lace design circled her thigh with a wolf in the center of a heart.
    “I always wanted one,” she breathed.
    “It’s beautiful. Perfect. Just like the rest of you.”
    “James…”
    “I’ve missed you.” The words were a hushed growl. Yet, there was so much passion in them. So much emotion. “I’ve wanted to be with you, in you, every night for the past ten years.”
    T he wall around her heart took a beating with that statement. She’d wanted to be with him too. And while she knew this wouldn’t last—it couldn’t—she’d take this night. No matter what she believed, she knew, deep down, she belonged to him. Always would.
    He struck fast, latching on to a nipple and sucked. Dear God, that felt so amazing. She couldn’t hold the loud moan from escaping her throat. Nor could she keep her fingers from threading through his short hair and gripping the strands tight. He grunted and sucked harder. Her pussy moistened more until her arousal crawled down her thighs in a hot wet trail.
    He squeezed one breast while sucking the other, but he didn’t stop there. No. The amazing torture continued. He slid a hand down her body and managed to make his way between her legs. With a gentle flick, he rubbed a finger between her slick pussy folds.
    “Oh, good lord!”
    He bit and she groaned. Then he flicked his tongue back and forth on her nipple at the same time he put pressure on her clit, rubbing the pleasure center in quick circular motions.
    The speed and intensity of her orgasm caught her by surprise. She screamed loud, hanging on to him as her body vibrated with the wave of pleasure rushing through her. The floor shook, and she knew things were only going to get better from there.
    Her legs shook, ready to give out under her. There was no time to hesitate. He lifted her body as if she weighed next to nothing. As if she weren’t a big curvy girl who had more than a few extra pounds on her. His arm muscles bunched while he held her up against the door. She curled her legs around his waist and locked her feet behind him.
    He slid into her in a single powerful thrust. Deep. So deep she felt his cock stretch her pussy muscles taut.
    “Oh!” The gasp tore from her throat at the same time he pulled back and plunged in.
    He kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck, licking repeatedly at the bend connecting her neck and throat.
    “Cyn,” he growled.
    “James. God. James, I missed you so much,” she panted out between thrusts. Lord how amazing it felt to have him sliding in and out of her, heating her insides with his own body.
    “Not. Letting. You. Go,” he snarled.
    That wasn’t his choice to make. Now wasn’t the time to debate it, though. Her body sizzled with the onslaught of pleasure from each punishing drive.
    “James…”
    “Tell me you’re mine, Cyn.”
    God , yes. She was always going to be his.
    “Say the words, love.”
    Her chest compressed. Liquid fire flooded her veins. She clung to him, gripping his slick shoulders tight. He bit his palms