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His hands trembled as he sheathed himself and he cursed again. She was so

receptive to his every touch, yet he still worried he’d somehow fuck this up and lose his

mate.

By human standards he looked to be around thirty-two, give or take a couple years.

In reality, he was almost one hundred and seventy. Losing her because of something so

stupid wasn’t an option. Never finding a mate was something he’d learned to accept.

Finding her then losing her because he was an idiot, was something he simply couldn’t

live with.

Gazing down at her, his breath caught. She stared at him with those big blue eyes,

making it damn near impossible to breathe. He could drown in that gaze if he let

himself.

“Are you ready?” he rasped out.

“Yes.” The word fell from her lips without pause.

After settling between her legs again, he pushed the head of his penis in and let her

adjust to his size. Even though he was bigger than most, he’d never had a problem in

the past since most of his partners had been shifters. She might be taller than a lot of

women, but everything about Carly was slim and delicate. And that included her sweet

pussy.

Her vagina clamped around him the further he pushed.

“Am I hurting you?” he whispered.

In response, she shifted her hips, thrust up and completely impaled herself on him.

Then she locked her ankles around his waist and held firm. “I’m not going to break,

Nick.”

His throat was clenched too tight to talk. He stayed deeply buried inside her,

savoring the feel of her clenching around his cock. If he moved, even a few inches, he

knew he’d come and that wasn’t acceptable.

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Maybe it was a little superstitious, but he didn’t care. When male werewolves

mated, it was considered extremely bad luck if their mates didn’t climax the first time.

He’d been waiting a century to find her. He’d be damned if she didn’t enjoy this.

He cupped both her breasts and rubbed his thumbs over the pointed nipples. When

she let out a breathless sigh and her pussy clenched even harder, he knew he was

headed in the right direction.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

Her eyes flashed with brief surprise before she reached between her legs and began

massaging her clit.

Leaning down, he kissed one of her breasts, taking care to lick and kiss all of the

soft flesh. When she let out a tiny moan, he took the nipple between his teeth and

sucked. Hard.

And that’s all it took. Her pussy was already making rapid contractions, but the

sharp tug on her nipple pushed her over the edge. When her back arched and she

reached for his backside, her eyes took on an almost glazed appearance as she surged

into orgasm.

He grabbed her hips and searched out her mouth again. Hungrily he tasted her as

he started moving in a rhythmic motion. He’d wanted their first time to last a lot longer

but it simply wasn’t going to happen.

He could smell her dampness and heat as she rode through her orgasm. It felt like a

waterfall rushing over his cock as she came. He’d never experienced anything like it.

The combination of her sweet smell and tight pussy was all Nick needed. He tried

to restrain himself but his climax rocketed through him with a roar. Clutching the

sheets instead of her hips, he pounded into her as he emptied himself into the condom.

As he rode through the last wave, he pulled out and collapsed next to her.

“Holy shit,” she muttered after a few long moments of silence.

“You can say that again.”

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“Say what again?” Still breathless, Carly propped up on one elbow and stared at

him with a confused expression on her pretty face.

Oh shit.
He’d heard of mates linking in various ways, but each couple reacted

differently. His own parents could communicate telepathically but he’d never expected

to experience the same thing. And definitely not with a human. Not to mention they

hadn’t officially bonded. He still needed to mark her.

He rolled on his side and met her intense blue gaze. In a possessive gesture, he

clutched onto her hip, needing to feel her soft skin again. “I was just talking to myself,

sweetheart.”

A grin touched her face.
You can talk to yourself all you want as long as we do that again.

No doubt about it now. She was definitely his mate. He fell back against the pillow and

pulled her with him so that her head rested on his chest. Though he hated to do it, he put up a

mental shield and forced himself to block out her thoughts. Until she realized what he was and

what kind of connection they had, he couldn’t invade her privacy. If she found out later that he

had, he feared she’d hold it against him. Not to mention, if he could read her, then it was highly

probable she could read him. If she didn’t realize what was going on, she might think she was

going crazy and that’s the last thing he wanted.

Sighing, he hugged her tighter against him and inhaled her sweet scent.

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Asha cursed as he pulled down the long circular driveway to his villa. He’d tried

tracking the sexy redhead from the party, but he’d lost her scent. That was the problem

with living in populated areas. All the smells and noises meshed together. It’s not as if

his extrasensory abilities were as strong as those of a werewolf or other shifters.

It had been sheer luck—or maybe fate—that he’d been invited to a party full of

werewolves. And then to meet a woman who was an almost identical version of his first

slave? Yes, it had to be fate. Of course the redhead wasn’t a shifter, which was almost a

pity. He hadn’t fucked a lycan in nearly a century.

Thankfully, the partygoers didn’t realize he was Immortal. With the common, fake

name of Dennis he’d given them, and the cloaking spell he’d cast, they had no reason to

suspect what he was. The spell had been fading near the end, but it had lasted long

enough for him to get out of there. Originally he’d gone to the party simply to check out

the shifters living in Miami. It had been years since he’d visited the sunny city and last

time he hadn’t come across any nonhumans.

He placed his hand on the biometric scanner and entered the front door. The house

was quiet, just as he’d left it.

“Slave,” he bellowed.

Seconds later, the blonde with sharp, exotic cheekbones, that he’d recently acquired,

descended the spiral staircase wearing a t-shirt that fell to mid-thigh. She came to stand

before him, eyes downcast. A light bruise marred her left cheek.

He fingered the hem of the shirt. “What are you wearing, slave?”

Her head snapped up to meet his gaze. The terror and fear he saw in her blue eyes

caused his cock to stir.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

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“You were gone. I thought…I thought it would be okay.” She tucked a strand of

hair behind her ear.

“You don’t think, whore. You do as you’re told.” Asha held out his hand and

watched her expression as a ball of fire formed in his extended palm.

The orange light reflected in her eyes as she stared at him. “What are you doing?”

she whispered.

“I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me. I’ll burn that pretty body of

yours until you’re unrecognizable. Then, I’ll let you go.”

She took a step back, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen

again. I promise.” Her voice and skinny body shook uncontrollably.

With his other hand he reached out and cupped the back of her skull in a tight,

demanding grip. “Since you’re new, I’ll let it go.
This time.
Now, I’m going to make a

drink. When I come upstairs, I want you at the foot of my bed on all fours, wearing

nothing.”

With wide eyes, she backed away from him and sprinted up the stairs.

Sighing, he headed to his study. Breaking in a new slave was always tedious.

Sometimes he hated the twenty-first century. Back when he’d been a prince in Persia,

his slaves had never questioned him and never back talked. They did what they were

told because it’s what they’d been bred to do. Mindless whores. That’s all they were.

Which was why he came to Miami every few years. Normally he was able to buy

quiet, malleable slave girls from the Russians, but the most recent one he’d gotten cried

all the time. For a while she’d tried to insist she had a name. It was nauseating.

Something told him the redhead wouldn’t come easily either. She wouldn’t be a

crier though, she’d probably fight him. He rubbed a hand over his crotch as he

imagined her naked and tied to his bed. It had been a while since he’d had a woman

with any spirit.

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Tracking her down wouldn’t be too hard. He already knew her friends. Before he

left Miami, he was going to claim her. If she turned out to be as good as he imagined, he

might even take her with him when he left for Dubai.

* * * * *

Carly opened her eyes, stretched her arms above her head and let out a big yawn.

She rolled over at the sound of her cell phone ringing. Plucking it from her nightstand,

she flipped it open when she saw the number.

“Hey, Sarah,” she said through another yawn.

“Hey, girl. I didn’t wake you did I? I assumed you’d be up by now.”

“I’m still lying in bed but I woke up a few minutes ago, don’t worry. What’s going

on?”

“Nothing much. Saturdays without you officially suck,” Sarah huffed.

When they’d lived together, Saturday’s had been their day together. Usually they

spent it shopping at a local flea market or if they were feeling really motivated, they’d

hit up the Navy Pier to have an early lunch and see a movie. “Then you just need to hop

on a plane and get down here.”

“Trust me, I’m working on it. I should have enough vacation time built up in two

months to come stay for a week. That’s not why I called though. You’ll never guess who

I saw last night.”

“I haven’t even had my coffee yet, I’m not guessing,” she groaned.

Sarah sighed overdramatically. “Fine, you’re no fun. After work last night I went

out with some of the girls for happy hour and I saw none other than your ex, Dan,

making out with someone who most definitely wasn’t Amanda. When he saw me, he

made a hasty exit. What an idiot. As if I’m going to tell your bitch ex-boss he’s cheating

on her too.”

Carly couldn’t help the small smile that spread across her face. Karma could be a

bitch sometimes. “I’m sure she’ll see the light eventually.”

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“So how was your first week at work?”

“Ah…interesting.”

“What does that mean?”

It was impossible to try hiding anything from her so she plunged ahead with the

truth. “Well, there’s no other way to say this except I slept with my boss last night.”

A loud gasp escaped from Sarah. “You didn’t!”

“Oh, I did.” She raked a hand through her tangled hair as she sat up.

“This is the tall, hot, Greek guy right?”

“Oh yeah. The one and only.”

Sarah was silent for a moment then she snickered. “How was it?”

“Amazing. The best sex of my life actually.”

“I can’t believe it. This is so unlike you!”

“I know, right.”

“Well, Miami certainly agrees with you… Crap, that’s my other line. It’s my sister

so I’ve got to take it. I’ll call you back this afternoon though. I want all the juicy details.”

“Okay.” Carly grinned as she hung up the phone. It was a week after Sarah’s

sister’s due date and her family was just waiting for her to pop.

Easing off the bed, she stretched her legs as she stood. Her body was exquisitely

sore thanks to Nick. He’d woken her twice during the night. Since he didn’t have any

more condoms, she thought they’d be through for the night, but he’d had no problem

pleasuring her orally again and again. Hell, he’d been insistent. In her limited

experience, that was a rare thing for a man.

A healthy dose of anxiety still played in the back of her head that things might get

complicated since he was her boss, but it was easy to silence her worries with a man like

Nick in her bed. In truth, it was easy to forget her own name with him around.

She glanced at the clock as she grabbed the silk robe she’d tossed over the chair

sitting at her vanity. It was nine o’clock. After slipping on her robe, she descended the

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stairs in search of Nick. She didn’t hear anything as she rounded the corner and walked

toward the living room.

When she found the kitchen empty, her stomach dropped until she saw the spread

on the round table. There was a box of fresh bagels and cream cheese from a nearby

bakery, two bacon and cheese sandwiches, hot coffee—and a new box of condoms—but

still no Nick. Chuckling to herself, she picked up the box that proudly proclaimed it

contained forty-eight lubricated, ribbed condoms.

“He must be feeling pretty sure of himself,” she murmured to the empty room.

“I am.” The enveloping deep timbre of Nick’s voice caused her to drop the box and

spin around.