buried.
It was this urgent need he had to protect her, to make insanely hot love to her against the door that was doing it. All the wild passion he kept carefully locked away, contained, was coming out, wanting to claim her.
His inner beast.
It was coming alive because it wanted her. And because this tiny, angry, beautifully broken woman he’d just brought to orgasm needed him. It was more than he could resist, but he was sure she had no idea about any of it—her need, his need for her, his true nature. Terra was true to her family name, wild and unconstrained, impulsive and in need of a strong alpha to love her and keep her safe.
And he had no fucking idea what to do with that.
Especially as this hot shifter female snuggled her cute little behind against him, her body just begging for more.
He turned her around and kissed her. Softly. On the lips.
“Terra.” He was breathless with all of it.
She pressed her forehead into his chest, and he held her like that, cuddling really, for a moment. Then he bent down and swept her up into his arms. She was drunk with her orgasm, her head lolling against his chest.
“Where are we going?” she asked dreamily, like she wasn’t quite awake, already drifting off into a post-coital haze.
But he wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot.
“I’m taking you to bed to make love to you properly.”
She blinked open her eyes and stared up at him with wonder.
He carried her into his bedroom and kicked the door closed behind them.
Terra had just experienced the most mind-blowing sex of her life… and Kaden Grant was promising to now do it “properly.”
She wasn’t sure she would survive.
He was carrying her in his massive arms, but tenderly, like she was a thing that might break in his hold. The masculine scent of him was all over her, inside her, relaxing every part of her—she was safe with him in a way she’d never felt with any man. And certainly never with a human. That part would be blowing her mind, too, but her head was still in a cloudy haze of pleasure from being thoroughly fucked.
Made love to. He used the words, not her, but they were the last piece of the puzzle, the last bit that made her relax into the sheets of his bed as he laid her down and worshiped her body with his gaze.
He had a tattoo, a thin blue line that encircled his arm near his shoulder with the words Protect and Serve emblazoned above and below it. She knew it was some kind of police thing, but she felt like it applied directly to her. He was protecting her with his life. And he had just served her in the most delicious of ways.
Whatever Kaden asked, she would give. Without hesitation. He might even be someone she could let inside, someone she could count on… not just with her body, but her heart.
Even if being with a human was something she had never envisioned.
Kaden eased his body next to her, touching her everywhere—his knee nudging her legs apart, his hand exploring her breast, his face nuzzling her neck. Her body was instantly ready for more, craving him inside her again, although it was entirely too soon. She let her hands run free across his chest, moaning at the broad, hard-muscled expanse of it. If she weren't so busy with thoughts of lovemaking, she would wish for her camera—Kaden’s body was a work of art she wanted to capture on film.
“I have to tell you something,” he whispered in her ear, bringing her out of her lust-haze.
And reminding her that she had yet to explain why she’d fled out the window. “And I owe you an explanation,” she whispered back, her fingers tracing a path along the rippled muscles of his chest around to his back.
He brushed her hair from her face and peered into her eyes. “You first.”
She swallowed, feeling foolish now about leaving without telling him. In fact, she couldn’t imagine keeping anything from him now. “I met with Julius.”
Kaden winced, and her fingers immediately went to the crease in his brow,
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