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He pulled one hardened peak into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it. He gently suckled before releasing it and went to the other one. With his lips wrapped around one nipple, he sent his hand exploring down her body until he found what he was looking for.

He delved his fingers into her wet heat and pulled them away, saturated. When he pulled off her breast she protested.

He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers, the taste of her exploding over every taste bud.

“I have to have more.” He growled and crawled between her legs. He spread her wide and began to consume every inch of her glistening sex. When she began to buck her hips, he plunged two fingers deep inside her to still her motions.

“Connor, please, I need,” she begged.

He continued to tease her clit mercilessly. First a gentle swipe of his tongue then a touch of his teeth. He alternated between plunging deep inside her and rotating his fingers to graze her hot spots.

“Connor, please. I need you, my mate,” she whispered.

Upon hearing those words his control snapped. He sat up and draped her legs over his forearms, nearly bending her in half.

Without any preamble he snapped his hips and plunged his cock as deep into her as he could go.

She screamed wordlessly, and he felt her inner walls convulse around him.

He let her legs fall and she immediately wrapped them around his waist. Over and over again he pushed his way inside of her, and each time she brought her hips up to meet him.

When he opened his eyes and looked down at her he noticed her eyes had shifted to a light sky blue and her canines had descended.

Her head was thrown back as she rode her passion.

The sight was enough to bring his bear roaring to the surface.

He felt his own canines punch through his gums and he buried his face in her neck.

“Only you. Mine. My mate,” he whispered.

“My mate.” She gasped.

That was all it took to trigger his release.

He came so hard he was seeing spots. He leaned forward and bit down on the side of her neck as she bit down on his.

As he felt his soul lift from his body, a second climax shook him.

He felt his soul merge with hers and then split before returning to him.

At last. He was complete. Shaking he dropped to one side pulling out of his mate.

She moaned at the loss. He held her close and let sleep claim him.

Connor woke the next morning to the sound of a fork scraping a plate. He opened one eye to see his mate sitting next to him wearing her T-shirt, polishing off what smelled like the dinner he had prepared the night before.

“Any good?” he asked, sitting up. He smiled when he noticed she had covered him with a blanket.

“It was amazing. Did you know you sleep like the dead? I tried to wake you like three times and all you did was grunt and roll back over,” she said, putting her plate down.

Connor winced. “Sorry. I think I’ve been catching up on my sleep while being here. Normally, I don’t sleep that sound.” He stretched before pulling his mate under the blanket with him. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled the back of her neck.

“Your phone was ringing,” she said.

He sat up instantly. Something had to be wrong. His family knew he was up here claiming Madison, they wouldn’t call unless it was an emergency. He looked around in a panic.

“It’s on the coffee table,” she said, sitting up next to him.

He reached over and grabbed his phone to look at his missed calls. He froze at the name that appeared. He immediately called the number back.

“Griffin here,” a gruff voice answered.

“Sir, it’s Arkadion,” Connor started.

“Arkadion, we need you to come in.”

“Sir. I’m on my honeymoon.”

“Sorry, son, but he has struck again. I need you in a debriefing with the council representative,” Griffin explained.

“I understand, sir. I’ll be there in a few hours.”

“Roger that.” And the call ended. He looked over to Madison.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but you need to get dressed. Can you do me a favor and pack up our remaining groceries? I’m going to get dressed and bury our garbage. We need to leave immediately,” he said.

She nodded and headed to the bedroom to get dressed.

After he had buried the garbage he helped her carry their remaining groceries to the car and he locked up the cabin. She got in the front seat next to him.

“Connor, who did you call?” she asked after they were on the road. He appreciated how she waited until they were already driving before asking questions.

“Terrance Griffin,” he said.

“The Sentinel commander? What on earth was that ass calling you for?” she demanded.

“Ass? You know Griffin?” he asked.

“I’ve been working with him trying to track Madelyne down. He hasn’t been very helpful.” She scowled.

“I sometimes do work for him. I review case information to try to create a profile to help track down killers.”

“What are your degrees exactly?” She looked at him suspiciously.

“A bachelor’s in psychology, a master’s in abnormal psychology, and a doctorate in behavioral sciences,” he admitted. Her mouth dropped.

“I love getting guys like you as expert witnesses,” she said and turned to face the window.

“So, Griffin wants to use your expertise, hoping you can catch something the trained professionals missed?” she asked sarcastically.

He winced. “Something like that.”

“I’m going with you.”

“Like hell you are. I’m dropping you off in Arkadia,” he said, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“You don’t know these guys, Connor. They are soldiers and political piranhas. They will walk all over your country ass. I’m going.” She crossed her arms and sat back.

He sighed. “I do know these guys, honey. I’ve worked with them before. There won’t be an issue,” he said, grinning when she stiffened at his term of endearment.

“Honey?” she asked.

“I love your honey,” he leered.

She palmed her face and he laughed.

“I’m still coming with you,” she repeated.

He nodded. She was going to have to find out the hard way. He was no one’s pushover.

Luck was with them. One of his brothers had dropped his quad cab truck off at his house and made sure that Madison’s luggage was waiting for them in the foyer.

“I need thirty minutes to get ready,” Madison said, grabbing two suitcases.

“We don’t have time for you to primp,” Connor said, feeling frustrated.

“Connor, appearance is everything to these yahoos. I have a feeling I will be tagging along a lot on these type of road trips from now on. First impressions are crucial. I haven’t met everyone there yet.

They need to meet me as the ball-busting lawyer I am, not the ‘I’ve been thoroughly fucked by my mate and I’m wearing three-day-old travel clothes’ type of woman.

If I am to be an asset to you, we need to take thirty minutes for me to get ready.

The dead aren’t going anywhere, and that son of a bitch knows you were on your honeymoon.

Let them fucking wait,” she said, turning to face the house.

“Where is your bedroom?” she asked.

“I love you,” Connor said, completely taken with his mate.

With her back to him, she hesitated.

“I know. Bedroom?” she asked again.

Connor’s eyes narrowed.

“Upstairs only bedroom on the left.” She headed up the stairs and disappeared behind his bedroom door.

Connor fought down his anger. His mate had agreed to be claimed, but her heart wasn’t fully vested yet. She had agreed to the claiming, to satisfy the demands her body was making on her.

He was going to have to up his game to get his wildcat to surrender to him completely. He ran a hand over his jaw and discovered three-day-old stubble. She did have a point about appearances.

He took advantage of the time she was using to change clothes. He opened the bedroom door and went to his closet. In the back, hanging on the left were his old suits. He had had a na?ve hope that he would never have to wear them again, trading them in for his apron. He should have known better.

He got changed and stared at the man in the mirror.

His shoes were polished and gleamed with a mirror like surface.

His black suit made his designer white shirt look crisp and clean.

He decided not to wear the tie or shave, it gave him a rougher look.

Finally, he looped his arm through his leather, over the shoulder gun holster.

He opened his gun safe and loaded his weapon.

By the time he had the gun in the holster and his jacket on, his mate was walking out of the bathroom.

Her hair looked dark brown wet, but he knew it would warm up to the auburn color as it dried.

She wore pearl earrings and necklace, classy and elegant, and a simple black dress that fit her curvy body perfectly.

Over the stunning black number she added a gray blazer.

She went with a black kitten heel but dropped a pair of stilettos in a small overnight bag along with a shimmery ivory shrug.

He liked that without even saying anything to each other, they had both planned for any eventuality, including a high-power dinner with the commander later. He smiled and stalked toward her.

When she looked up and saw him walking toward him, her mouth opened and closed repeatedly. He raised an eyebrow.

“What?” he asked.

“You look completely different. I mean I thought you were sexy before, rocking the country look, but in that suit.” Her eyes filled with lust.

Showing great restraint, he shook his head.

“Later, honey. Let’s hit the road.” He winked and couldn’t help the swagger he added to his step.

“Bastard.” He heard her murmur. He was feeling on top of the world until she said, “Just so you know. My panties are coming off at some point this evening before we get back. They may or may not end up in your pocket.” She walked past him carrying her bag.

“Son of a bitch.” He groaned and she laughed.