MINE TO POSSESS

Clay, she decided, tasted good. Very good. She liked giving him this pleasure. But more, she liked that he allowed her to see the extremity of his reaction, no holds barred. So she loved him, learned him, tasted him. And when he tugged at her hair to pull her off him, she resisted. But Clay had reached the end of his patience.

Reaching down, he pulled her up by her shoulders and flipped her onto her back. His hand was tearing away her panties a second later and then he thrust into her in one solid stroke. It made her scream.

He froze. “Tally?”

She gripped his shoulders. “Move!” And that was all she had breath to say because he did exactly that. Wrapping her legs around him, she urged him on, vaguely aware that he’d snapped the straps of her flimsy little slip and that the material lay crushed between them, an erotic sensation. But nothing was as erotic as his hand on her breast, his hardness moving inside of her.

Then he licked a line across the freckles decorating her breasts. “I want to eat you up.” His teeth closed over her nipple.

Her mind went blank.


“So this stroking thing,” Clay asked some time later, his chest against her back. “When were you thinking of doing it?”

She snuggled into his embrace. “Whenever I want. So be ready to drop ’em and spread ’em.”

He stroked his hand into the curls at the apex of her thighs, tugged. “Brat.”

“Bully.” With that familiar exchange, she suddenly knew the answer to the question she hadn’t yet asked. “We’re mated, aren’t we?”

His hand rose up to lie flat on her abdomen. “Yes.”

“How long?”

“Always.”

She couldn’t argue with that, because the truth was, she had been born for Clay. “I’m sick—”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters,” she whispered. “Leopards only bond once.”

“Would you leave me if I was sick?”

“That’s not fair.”

“Hell it isn’t.” He enclosed her in the circle of his arms. “We’re stuck, me and you. It was never going to be anyone else for either of us.” Clay waited for her to argue but she didn’t. The leopard inside him stopped pacing, hackles smoothing down. Satisfied that she’d accepted the truth, he pulled at the material still bunched around her waist. “Want me to tear this off?”

She slapped at his hand. “Don’t you dare. I’ll have to sew the straps back on as it is.”

“Sorry.” He nuzzled at her neck.

“No, you’re not.”

No, he wasn’t. Hiding his smile against her, he bit back a groan as she wiggled and did little female movements that succeeded in getting the slip to the bottom of her legs, where she kicked it off. Now she was fully naked, all glorious golden skin and pretty freckles for him to stroke. “Skin privileges,” he murmured, his hand on her hip.

Talin smiled. Part of her—the part that had never quite believed Clay wouldn’t one day leave her again—was now at peace. Mating was forever. But a far bigger part of her was distraught. What would happen to him if she died? She had to make sure he didn’t fall back into the darkness. “Promise me something.”

“No.” His tone said he knew what she was going to ask. “Don’t you dare ask that of me, Tally.”

She ignored the growled order. “I need to know you’ll be there for Noor and Jon.” It was manipulative to bring up the children, but she’d do anything to keep Clay safe, give up her pride, her soul.

“No.”

“Promise me.”

He released her, rolled off the bed, and stood. “You aren’t going to die, so this conversation doesn’t need to happen.”

She sat up, tears in her throat. “Ignoring the truth won’t make it any less true, you damn arrogant leopard!”

He shifted in a shower of brilliant multicolored sparks.

She was so startled, she couldn’t speak. And then the most beautiful leopard was in the room with her, a glorious creature with defiance in its eyes. “Not fair,” she whispered, throwing off the sheet to crawl over the side of the bed and slide onto the floor.

He came to her, laying his head on her thigh. She should have berated him for choosing to end the argument this way but what she did was stroke him. “Beautiful,” she whispered, sinking her hand into the black and gold fir. “Magnificent.” Petting words, because while he was big and tough, he was also hers to love, hers to adore.

Green eyes caught hers, a gleam of smug pride in their depths.

“Vain,” she added.

He growled, bared his teeth. And still she stroked him. Her mate. Her everything.





CHAPTER 45


Talin was still drowning in a confusion of happiness and fear late the next morning as she sat on Tammy and Nate’s back steps. The only reason she hadn’t come earlier was that she’d spent the morning catching up with Rangi. The other Guardian had returned at last. He hadn’t blinked an eye when she’d informed him that Iain’s murderer was dead.

“Good,” had been his response. “Thanks for looking after my kids.”