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Her hand caressed the hard shaft before she gripped it. Her fingers didn’t connect as she held the base, rolling her tongue around the rim. She rubbed her cheek against the head, enjoying the soft velvet over steel sensation before sucking him deep into her mouth.

Her lips curled and relaxed as she sucked the hardest part of him. He growled, gripping her hair tightly as he attempted to quicken her pace. She didn’t allow it, knowing she was pushing him, wanting him to lose control.

He did. Devon pulled her up sharply and positioned himself between her legs. He fastened his lips to hers before thrusting deep into her with one long stroke. He held himself still, giving her just enough time to adjust, to want him, before pulling back and returning with equal force.

He wasn’t gentle. He crushed her body with each long thrust, holding one of her legs in the air, to deepen the angle of his penetration.

The building sensation in her core had her blanking out.

So many sensations assailed her at once.

Her pleasure. His. Their cats. Her body and mind climbing toward an unimaginable apex.

She screamed, clamping down hard on him when she came.

He groaned through her climax, struggling to hold back.

The fireworks exploded under her skin, a tingling release of pure pleasure.

She didn’t fight him when he flipped her over and pulled her back on her knees.

She felt the cool air on her heated flesh before his warm tongue slipped between her folds.

“I fucking love the taste of you. Never gonna get enough of this sweet honey.” His tongue speared deep into her, sucking the juices from her.

“More. Give me more.” He fucked her with his tongue.

Quick deep strokes that had her squirming against his face.

“Come for me, Sarah. I want your sweet pussy dripping on my lips.”

His voice was her undoing. His sinful tone vibrated against her sensitive flesh. She moaned, knowing he had gotten exactly what he asked for. His tongue licked the juices from her quivering thighs.

His fingers rubbed against her clit before circling her anus.

He pressed two fingers inside her ass. The tight muscles resisting the invasion before giving way.

He moved them slowly at first, letting her adjust to the rhythm before picking up the tempo.

She was pushing back against his hand when he withdrew.

She pushed back only to be met by his broad head.

He gripped his cock with one hand and her hip firmly with the other as he steadily pressed into her.

He buried himself to the hilt before gripping both hips and thrusting deep into her.

She felt her core tightening. The mounting pressure. The sting of pain. Pure ecstasy. Equaled by the instinctive need to reach the ultimate orgasm.

He groaned as his warm jets spurted inside her ass, his teeth clamped down on the soft tissue of her neck, setting off her own release. She collapsed on the bed no longer able to hold her head up. Devon lay down on top of her. The weight and warmth of his body reminded her that she was cherished.

He licked the marks on her neck that were already healing. “I love you, Sarah,” he said in a deep rich tone.

She stilled, wanting to hold the words to her. She turned toward him. He pulled out of her moving to her side so she could turn on her side, facing him.

“Devon.” She wanted to tell him she loved him too.

Tell him no one had told her she was loved since her mother.

However, her cat had other plans. It had waited too long for its mate.

It didn’t need words to express its feelings.

It showed its devotion in every action, surging to the surface swiftly, shifting in Devon’s arms. Her cougar allowed him a moment to bask in her brilliance before nudging him roughly, letting him know what she wanted.

He got off the bed and opened the door before shifting, leading his female to the open window and onto the tree outside.

Sarah watched him jump onto the tree, but her female had other ideas’. She jumped to the ground and sprinted to the trees with her mate racing behind her.

* * *

They ran for hours. Content to rub and play in their cougar forms before the male took his female hard and fast as was their way. Later they lounged, laying, beside one another as dawn filtered through the rustling leaves.

The male rose, nudging his little female to follow. She complied, knowing their time was up. They padded their way back to the tree beside the house, using powerful muscles and claws to climb it effortlessly before jumping through the open window. They both shifted to their human forms.

Devon pulled her to him. A low growl of satisfaction vibrated in Sarah’s ear. “You are the greatest gift I have ever been given.” He rubbed his cheek along hers.

She loved these moments the most. When they were in human form, but were still ruled by their cat’s instincts and emotions. She ran her fingers over his stubbled jaw. “I love you,” she said.

He tipped her head back with his fingers on her chin, kissing her gently. “You could make a man believe in miracles.” The smile in his eyes was more brilliant than the one on his lips.

There was a deliberate shuffle outside the door. “Ahem,” Hunter said.

Sarah saw the dress folded on the chair on top of the jeans. She pulled it over her head as Devon pulled on the pants. “Clearly Hunter isn’t the stealthy one in the family.”

Hunter walked in with a pained expression. “I was being considerate. Tell her Devon.”

Devon shrugged his shoulders. “I always thought you were kinda clumsy myself.”

Hunter’s jaw dropped. “You fucker. I saved your pathetic ass...” He stopped when it was obvious Devon was trying not to laugh. “Oh, now you get a sense of humor... figures.”

Sarah laughed. This was family. “What’s got your knickers in a knot?”

Hunter shook his head. “Your office called. They want you to check in.”

Sarah looked at the clock. She’d completely lost track of time. “Oh crap. Bob must be freaking out. I should have checked in last night.”

Hunter smirked. “I told him you and Devon went to bed early. That you weren’t feeling that well.”

Sarah stilled. “You told my boss that I was sleeping with Devon?” She asked incredulously.

Hunters smile beamed. “Yes. I did.”

Devon growled at her. She smacked his chest. “Stop that! It’s not that I don’t want him to know it’s just so... unprofessional.”

Devon pulled her back against his body roughly. “Nothing we did last night was professional.” He smashed his lips against hers. His tongue demanding entrance to her mouth forced her submission. It took her a few seconds to remember that Hunter was watching. She pulled back.

She turned to Hunters smirking face. “I may just shoot you.”

Hunter threw his hands in the air. “What is it with the new mates that they want to shoot me?” He said in an exasperated tone.

Sarah raised her eyebrows. “I’m not the first?”

Hunter rolled his eyes. “Lucy may have made that threat once or twice as well.”

Sarah smiled. “I really like Lucy.”

Hunter huffed. “Yeah, I bet. Are you going to call in?”

“Right now,” she went to Devon’s room and retrieved her phone.

Bob picked up on the first ring. “Sarah. Are you okay?”

“Yes. Sorry, I should have called in last night.”

“Hunter said you were unwell?”

“Just a touch of the flu. I’m feeling better now,” she said.

“He also said you are... with Devon,” Bob said delicately.

She shot Hunter a venomous look. “Yes, I am. He’s my... boyfriend.”

She saw as well as felt Devon’s amusement as her weak attempt to explain their sudden relationship. She turned her back on both Cascade brothers. “What’s up?”

“There’s been another cougar attack.”

Sarah whirled back around, knowing that both men could easily hear their conversation. “When? Where?”

“Only a few miles from the office about two hours ago. We need you back here for a briefing,” Bob said in a low tone.

“Yes of course. I will leave right now.” She hung up the phone.

She looked at the clearly uncomfortable men. “Are there any other cougars missing... shifters I mean?”

Hunter shook his head. “Not that we know of. Dad checked with the other lairs when we found out about Cyril. He told them to check with the members who were off site.”

Sarah nibbled her lip. “It’s possible it’s a natural cougar then.”

Devon rubbed his chin. “Possible, but the timing...”

“Yeah. Either way, I have to go.” She felt Devon’s oppression.

He put his hands on her arms. “Sarah you’re a cougar now. You need time to adjust to your new form,” he looked at Hunter’s somber face before continuing. “To learn to control your cougar’s basic needs.”

“Are you asking me to quit my job?” She expected to feel anger. Outrage. She didn’t. Her current job had been motivated by her need to find Racheal, knowing why and how she was taken had changed that.

Devon’s face looked pained. She felt his internal struggle. “Perhaps you could take a leave of absence. I will take the courses needed in order to work with you. I will do anything to make you happy...”

Guilt forced her to interrupt. “Stop. I will take a leave of absence or quit, whatever we need to do as soon as we find out about the cat.”

Devon nodded. “I have to stay with you. I don’t want you out of my sight.”

Sarah knew it wasn’t that he didn’t trust her abilities. She felt his need to protect her. Besides, she wanted him with her. After so many years of going it alone, it was nice to feel she could depend on someone.

Hunter ran a hand through his hair. “I should have Talen double check that no-one is unaccounted for in another lair. Make sure we get verbal confirmations.” He walked out.

Sarah felt Devon’s emotions surge. “What is it?”

Devon looked sad. “Father wanted Talen to have a few months with Lucy to focus on his babies before having the responsibilities of the lair forced on him.”