Page 14 of Polestar (The Global Paranormal Security Agency #3)

THIRTEEN

M agnus stared into Ana’s dark eyes, liquid with desire. Her scent enticed his animal brain, so that there was only her.

She was killing him every time her gaze explored his body, tongue peeking out between her plump lips. He wanted nothing more than to feel the flutter of that little pink tongue and soft lips all over his body.

Soon enough, but not yet.

He dragged a breath into his lungs. The scent of her arousal enveloped both of them, and he’d barely touched her.

Mine.

Ana is mine.

Mate.

His mate. The fact had locked in place when their lips met the previous night.

There was no longer any doubt in his mind. She was his .

Magnus wasn’t sure she’d reached that conclusion—yet.

But, he also had to ensure that she knew he was hers too.

He grinned down at her barely controlled restraint.

Her self-control only seemed to slip when she was around him.

Magnus wanted Ana to lose all of it.

By the time they left for Barentia in the morning, they would be covered in each other’s scents.

There would be no more doubt for either of them, and certainly none for anyone else that might challenge their claims to each other’s bodies—or their hearts.

She didn’t know she already held his in her small hands.

Ana was the psychic one, but Magnus knew things too.

He knew, like nothing he’d ever known in his life, that she would cherish it like the fragile ice sculpture that it had become after Ulla had forced him out of his home.

Magnus also understood that as big as her heart was, so full of compassion and kindness, it was just as fragile as his own. And she wouldn’t easily give it over. She trusted him, but not enough.

“What are you grinning at?” she demanded, brow furrowed.

“You. You’re a wild hell cat and you don’t even know it.”

Ana snorted, stepping back, indignant. “I am not.”

He shrugged, his grin widening. “If you say so.”

She eyed him suspiciously as he leaned in to claim her lips again.

His tongue swiped her lip, eliciting a low moan. She leaned into his chest, forcing him back against the wall as though the mere mention of the word ‘wild’ had unlocked something in her.

Her roaming hands found his chest and abdomen, sliding ever lower.

He caught her hands before they gripped him again. Linking his fingers through hers, he spun them around, pressed her back to the wall, and pinned her hands against its surface above her head.

The motion pushed her breasts up. Her hips fell forward, pressing against his, rubbing his hard cock between their bodies.

He stilled against the sudden near-loss of his own control.

Little minx .

Magnus deepened their kiss. She grew supple against him before he moved downward, grazing his lips over her silk-covered skin, earning little gasps as he went. He nuzzled and nibbled each breast, then the valley between, dragging his nose along the flat expanse of her belly, downward still.

His hands gripped her hips as he crouched before her. Her fingers clutched his shoulders as she stared down into his face, her breath in little puffs between her parted lips.

The grin returned to Magnus’ mouth as he dragged the silk up from her thighs.

Palms on his shoulders, lifting herself away from his seeking mouth, she twisted in his grasp. She squeaked, “Magnus, I—.”

But he hushed her with a breath against the sensitive, exposed flesh below her belly button and above her mound, where he placed a kiss before looking up into her wide eyes, staring down at him.

Through his mounting desire, he registered her panicked expression at her naked vulnerability.

She’s never been properly worshiped.

With all the gentleness in his being, Magnus slid his tongue and lips over little spots on her thigh, working his way back up to her hip and across her belly.

When he glanced up again, her head had fallen back against the wall, although the pressure on his shoulders hadn’t eased.

She was afraid.

Not of him.

She read others. He read her .

Lips pressed to her lower belly, he murmured, ever so softly, ever so low. “Open for me, sweetheart.” Then his tongue circled her belly button before placing another kiss.

She moaned.

Her arms trembled as she struggled against herself, her fingers gripping his shoulders.

He looked up into her flushed face, holding her gaze. Her lower lip caught between her teeth.

His cock jerked. He ignored it.

She must have seen it because just then, the corner of her mouth curled.

Dear gods, she was sexy as all hell, and Magnus wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her.

Emboldened by her effect on him, she turned so that he had full access to what he wanted.

Magnus loved how her breath still came in little pants of anticipation.

He inhaled, drawing her scent deeper still, before he placed the tenderest of kisses to her hot, moist center.

She shuddered at the contact, breath hissing through her teeth.

His tongue flicked over her, causing her arms to buckle.

Ana caught herself against the wall, palms flat.

Magnus slid a hand up her ankle, along her calf, lifting her knee over his shoulder.

Looking up into her face, he held her gaze as he lowered his mouth and set to devour her properly.

Ana hissed. Her nails scratched at the wall. She growled and spat. And she screamed as she came.

He lapped it all up.

Her body trembled around him.

Easing her foot back to the floor, he swept her limp form into his arms and finally carried her to the bed, where he continued to lick and kiss every inch of her.

He couldn’t get enough of her. The more he tasted, the more he wanted.

By the time he slid into her, he’d ensured that she understood they belonged to one another.

As he moved inside of her, she rose to meet him, pulling him in deeper and deeper.

Claiming him.

Magnus’ eyes locked on Ana’s as she crested again. He gave her everything that he was, as they toppled over the edge in each other’s arms.

She claimed his mouth one last time and released him with a grin.

“You wanted a hellcat. You got one.”

He chuckled against her mouth before he rolled them to the side, wrapped his arms around her, and watched her beautiful face until she fell asleep.

B efore dawn, Magnus roused Ana from her languid slumber.

She groaned, rolling out of the bed, her feet slapping the floor on her way to the shower.

Ten minutes later, Magnus was nowhere to be seen. She found a backpack containing her clothes and anything else she would need for the trip. The rest of her belongings were neatly replaced in her suitcases and pushed aside.

She quickly dressed in the clothes set beside the pack, dried her hair and tied it back.

A knock at her door drew her attention. She opened it to find one of the household staff delivering a pair of insulated boots and a much better jacket than the one she had.

“From Mistress Kane. There is food for you and Mr. Bjornson in the breakfast room.”

She glanced at her watch before accepting the boots and coat. “Thank you,” she said, closing the door.

Ana quickly slipped the boots on and laced them up. One last glance around the room, noting the wild state of the bed sheets and blanket, she tugged them back into place and plumped the pillows.

Grabbing the coat and pack, she left for the breakfast room, trying not to think about all the things they’d done in that bed just hours before.

All of that would have to wait.

There was work to do.