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Rian was laughing so hard he was having trouble breathing.

“It’s not that funny, RiRi.” Kate eyed her friend who was still gasping for breath. Rian shook his head.

“Care…bear…stare.” There was a moment of silence before he lost it again.

Rebecca was laughing so hard she was grabbing her stomach. Kate was laid out between her mates gasping for breath. Ashby’s giggles had attracted most of the coven around their sofa.

“Oh. God.” Rebecca panted.

Which set everyone off again. When they finally calmed down Connor grinned at his brother, who looked equal parts amused and mortified.

“I hope the baby decides to come early. It would be great if he were born next week.” Rebecca smiled.

“Why, Becca?” Connor asked.

“It’s my birthday next week,” she said, smiling brightly.

Everyone came to a grinding halt.

“What!” Rian screeched.

Kate, Ashby, Nic, and Sebastian looked frantic. Aleks just looked like he had been punched in the solar plexus.

Rebecca looked around confused. “My birthday is November twenty-sixth. Did I forget to tell you?” She tilted her head and looked at her friends.

“Yes!” everyone bellowed.

Connor could see the wheels turning in his brother’s head. His brother had had no idea his mate’s birthday was next week.

Rebecca waved her hand at everyone. “It’s fine, I haven’t really celebrated it since my dad passed away. I’m more excited about Thanksgiving. Uh-oh.” She sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Be right back, hafta potty.” Aleks had to help her off the couch and she disappeared from the screen.

“She would forget about her own birthday.” Madison shook her head. Connor had to agree. Rebecca was selfless like that.

“Surprise party on Thanksgiving?” Rian asked. Everyone quickly agreed.

“Rian I..” Aleks started.

Rian was already nodding. “Everyone email me your gift ideas, I’ll make it happen.”

“You’re a lifesaver, buddy, I owe you.” Aleks released a deep breath.

“If you need any help, Rian, let us know,” Kate offered.

Everyone nodded.

“You bet! I love parties.” Rian had his notebook out and immediately started scribbling plans.

Rebecca came back in time to finish the rest of the movie.

After everyone said good-bye, Connor made sure he disconnected everything.

Madison was chuckling at him as she carried their popcorn bowl to the kitchen to put in the dishwasher.

Connor followed and watched his mate putter around their kitchen.

To him it was the best sight in the world.

“I called Baron, about Madelyne.” Connor saw her stop what she was doing and turn to him.

He continued. “I told them to start raiding poacher camps looking for a white Bengal tiger. There’s no guarantee, but it’s a fresh perspective.

Any case involving a Sentinel’s family member gets top priority, I wanted to make sure her case got reclassified. ”

Madison crossed the kitchen and threw herself in his arms.

“I love you! I love you so much.” She jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around him.

He easily supported her weight and headed to the stairs.

Her mouth came down on his, and she sucked each of his lips, taking his breath away.

When she pulled back they were both breathing heavily.

He was surprised he was able to get to the top of the stairs without killing them both.

“I love you, too, my wildcat.” He walked into their bedroom and placed her on the bed. It was true, he loved her feisty nature and that aspect of her personality had been subdued since her rescue. He wanted it back. Grinning, he thought of an idea.

“Baby, you want to try something new?”

Madison paled.

“Connor, I don’t think I can be restrained again, not so soon.” There was a tremor to her voice, and her body immediately slumped down.

Connor was at her side in seconds, taking her hands. “I would never ask you to do anything you were uncomfortable with. Actually, I was going to see if you would be interested in restraining me?”

Her eyes grew wide. “You’d do that?”

“Of course, you’re my mate,” Connor said simply.

Madison looked up at him in wonder before a wicked smile took over her face.

Oh crap.

Madison got off the other side of the bed so that she was facing Connor with the mattress between them.

She slowly began to remove her clothing one piece at a time.

Connor could feel himself begin to harden.

He went to walk around the bed, but she shook her head.

She pushed her breasts up to her heart-shaped face and ran her tongue along the top of one of the mounds.

Connor shifted his stance, growling low.

She unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor and stepped out of her panties.

She climbed on the bed and on all fours stalked him like the tigress she was. He began reciting the alphabet. Backward.

“Strip for me.” She reclined back on her elbows.

He gave her his sexiest smile and slowly pulled his T-shirt up over his head.

He made sure to flex every muscle he had and was rewarded with a soft sigh.

He stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and looked up at her.

She was watching his every move. He ran his thumbs along the top of his jeans before cupping his groin.

He let his head drop back, and he groaned at the sensation of denim on his cock.

He could smell her from across the room.

His mouth began to water, imagining lapping at the drenched folds of her sweet sex.

He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor. His hard prick was dripping as it tapped his stomach. Gauging her reactions, he went to take a step forward and again she shook her head.

“Could you wear just the holster?” she asked.

Grinning, he nodded and walked over to the closet. He pulled on the worn leather gun holster over his shoulders. It felt cold against his heated skin. He went back into the room and modeled it for her. She patted the bed. He crawled on, and she arranged it so that he was lying down the center.

She knelt to one side on her knees and looked down at him.

“Hands over your head and don’t move your feet. If you move I stop,” she warned.

He was grinning indulgently when she caught him unawares by leaning down and swallowing his cock whole.

“Fuck!” he yelled. His hands came down toward her head, but he caught himself before he could touch her silken auburn hair.

The muscles in both arms were taut as he clenched both hands into fists above his head.

She swallowed again and again convulsing her throat around him.

She eased off of his throbbing prick and wrapped her tongue around the mushroom-shaped head.

She lapped at him, playing, enjoying every sound she was wringing from his body.

“Madison, baby, you’re killing me.” He gasped.

She smiled but didn’t say anything. She lowered her head and the next sensation nearly had him shooting his load. Somehow she had shifted just her tongue and she was running the rough surface of her tiger tongue over his balls.

“Fuck! Baby, stop. Stop or I’ll go,” he yelled. He couldn’t catch his breath, and his hands were shaking with the need to touch her.

“I’m in control, right?” she asked.

“Whatever you want.”

She nodded and straddled his hips. Reaching between their bodies, she guided his thick cock into her body.

When she lowered herself onto him, he groaned.

When she raised up and allowed her body to slam down, she was able to take his thick shaft deeper and deeper.

It wasn’t long before her frenzied rhythm had him pounding into her, bumping her cervix.

Her head was thrown back and her body moved on its own, taking what she needed from her mate. When she looked down and met his eyes, he saw her old confidence shining in her eyes. She loved driving him to the brink before slowing down. Each moan and protest brought a smile to her lips.

“Baby, please.” She nodded and he reached down his hands to still her hips and hold her in place.

He began to piston his hips, releasing every ounce of pent-up need he had built when he wasn’t able to touch her.

It didn’t take long before she was screaming out her pleasure, and her orgasm triggered his own.

When her body was done milking his cock, he lifted her off his body and pulled her into his arms, taking them to their sides. She wrapped her arms around him tightly.

“Thank you, for giving me what I needed,” she whispered.

“It was such a hardship. I think you fucked me blind.”

She nipped at his collarbone.

“I love you, my wildcat.” He kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, too, Professor.”

“You have a thing for my Sentinel gear don’t you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Goodnight, wildcat.”

“Goodnight, my love.”