Colin: McCullough's Jamboree - Erotic Jaguar Shapeshifter Romance (McCullough's Jamboree Book 1) by Kathi S. Barton
Authors: Kathi S. Barton
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her there, heating her flesh like he’d set fire to her. “Say it and I’ll give it all to you.”
She wanted to deny him. Tell him to fuck off. But he moved his hips and lifted her leg so that it wrapped around him. When her other leg seemed to have a mind of its own and did the same, she rolled her hips up to meet every one of his downward thrusts until he stopped. He watched her face as he begged her again to say it.
“I fucking hate you right now.” He grinned. “I belong to you. I don’t like you, but I belong to no other.”
He bit her then, sank his teeth so deeply into her throat that she saw stars, sure that he’d torn her throat out as his cock moved inside of her faster and faster. But instead of being painful as she’d thought it would be, it brought her, three times as a matter of fact, each climax building on top of the one before. Then when he drew her blood, sucked on the wound he’d made, Lauren came so hard that stars danced behind her eyelids, and then…nothing.
~~~
Colin wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He had just checked on Lauren again, and she was still sleeping soundly. He wanted to join her, but was afraid that she’d kill him in his sleep. He’d just made her his mate, and he was pretty sure that she’d only let him because he’d made her need him. Smiling, he thought of how needy he’d been too.
Going into the well-stocked kitchen, he started pulling out the ingredients to cook. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to cook, but the thought of his mom’s cookies with chocolate chips, the only thing in the world she could make, seemed to leap out to him when he thought of something comforting for Lauren. He also found a well-stocked freezer and pulled out two thick steaks. He was putting in some potatoes to bake when Boyd contacted him.
I have the results of the meds that were in her system if you want them. I know the other guy did their tests, but you asked me to look too. He told him he did. You’re not going to believe what I found. I mean, the tests are pretty close, but it’s the amounts of each one that has me scared shitless for you and her. Did they mention something called pentobarbital or pentobarbitone? Colin said that he didn’t think so, but he might have missed it. How about something called Nembutal?
No, nothing like that. What does it do to her? I’m assuming that it’s not a drug you can find out on the shelves of the local drug store. Boyd laughed and said no. What could it have done to her then?
In higher doses it causes death by respiratory arrest. They use it in some prisons that perform executions. Unless you’re looking for it when death occurs, it’s not going to show up. Colin paused in putting cream in the batter for the cookies as Boyd continued. There were high doses of it in those drugs she was taking. Whoever made the cocktail for her, they knew what they were doing. And I don’t mean your normal run of the mill doctor either. This person had knowledge.
Turning when he heard Lauren come in the room, he reached out and pulled her body to his. He’d come close to losing her even before he’d had her. Holding her, he told his brother that he’d get back to him and told Lauren what he’d found.
“So they want me dead, but not make a big deal out of it. I don’t understand that thinking. Why take out my entire team like that, then go in the back door to kill me off here? And what sort of claim could they make unless someone knew to look for the poison?” He loved the way her mind worked, and he told her that. “Thanks, but you should know that this is not going to get you out of the shit storm you caused by getting naked with me.”
“You’re very beautiful naked, I’d like to say.” She told him to fuck off, something that she said quite often. He changed the subject as he finished the cookie batter. “I love this house. And this kitchen. I have a place of my own—well, we do now—that has a nice place to cook in, but not
She wanted to deny him. Tell him to fuck off. But he moved his hips and lifted her leg so that it wrapped around him. When her other leg seemed to have a mind of its own and did the same, she rolled her hips up to meet every one of his downward thrusts until he stopped. He watched her face as he begged her again to say it.
“I fucking hate you right now.” He grinned. “I belong to you. I don’t like you, but I belong to no other.”
He bit her then, sank his teeth so deeply into her throat that she saw stars, sure that he’d torn her throat out as his cock moved inside of her faster and faster. But instead of being painful as she’d thought it would be, it brought her, three times as a matter of fact, each climax building on top of the one before. Then when he drew her blood, sucked on the wound he’d made, Lauren came so hard that stars danced behind her eyelids, and then…nothing.
~~~
Colin wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He had just checked on Lauren again, and she was still sleeping soundly. He wanted to join her, but was afraid that she’d kill him in his sleep. He’d just made her his mate, and he was pretty sure that she’d only let him because he’d made her need him. Smiling, he thought of how needy he’d been too.
Going into the well-stocked kitchen, he started pulling out the ingredients to cook. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to cook, but the thought of his mom’s cookies with chocolate chips, the only thing in the world she could make, seemed to leap out to him when he thought of something comforting for Lauren. He also found a well-stocked freezer and pulled out two thick steaks. He was putting in some potatoes to bake when Boyd contacted him.
I have the results of the meds that were in her system if you want them. I know the other guy did their tests, but you asked me to look too. He told him he did. You’re not going to believe what I found. I mean, the tests are pretty close, but it’s the amounts of each one that has me scared shitless for you and her. Did they mention something called pentobarbital or pentobarbitone? Colin said that he didn’t think so, but he might have missed it. How about something called Nembutal?
No, nothing like that. What does it do to her? I’m assuming that it’s not a drug you can find out on the shelves of the local drug store. Boyd laughed and said no. What could it have done to her then?
In higher doses it causes death by respiratory arrest. They use it in some prisons that perform executions. Unless you’re looking for it when death occurs, it’s not going to show up. Colin paused in putting cream in the batter for the cookies as Boyd continued. There were high doses of it in those drugs she was taking. Whoever made the cocktail for her, they knew what they were doing. And I don’t mean your normal run of the mill doctor either. This person had knowledge.
Turning when he heard Lauren come in the room, he reached out and pulled her body to his. He’d come close to losing her even before he’d had her. Holding her, he told his brother that he’d get back to him and told Lauren what he’d found.
“So they want me dead, but not make a big deal out of it. I don’t understand that thinking. Why take out my entire team like that, then go in the back door to kill me off here? And what sort of claim could they make unless someone knew to look for the poison?” He loved the way her mind worked, and he told her that. “Thanks, but you should know that this is not going to get you out of the shit storm you caused by getting naked with me.”
“You’re very beautiful naked, I’d like to say.” She told him to fuck off, something that she said quite often. He changed the subject as he finished the cookie batter. “I love this house. And this kitchen. I have a place of my own—well, we do now—that has a nice place to cook in, but not
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