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Once they had all crammed into the Escalade, Skylar, who was driving the SUV, wasted no time getting Daylen back to her bungalow. As they raced down the streets, she was surprised no other police officers pulled them over for speeding. She knew if she had been on patrol, Skylar would have gotten a ticket by now. But, in her present condition, Daylen couldn’t care less. She just needed to get back to Jager.

When the Escalade pulled over in front of her house, Daylen jumped out and ran up to the front door. She burst into the bungalow and threw herself into Jager’s open arms when he met her in the front hall.

Heedless of the others who had been with Jager, and who quickly made their way out the front door, Daylen met Jager’s lips halfway when he claimed her mouth in a heated kiss. She moaned as she clutched the front of Jager’s shirt and pushed him up against the wall. The anxiety and the sense that something had happened to Jager melted away now that she could touch him. They were replaced with the need to have his cock buried deep inside her, joining them in the most intimate of ways.

Breaking contact with Jager’s lips, Daylen tugged at his jeans. Her breath came in labored pants as she opened the front of them and took his hard cock in her hand. “I need to have you inside me. Right now.”

Jager groaned and thumbed her nipple through her shirt. “I need you just as badly.

It’s the mating bond. The separation.”

Daylen pumped her hand a few times on his shaft then released it so she could tug Jager’s jeans down past his hips. “I promise never to leave like that again. I was an idiot to think I would be strong enough to take it. Now make love to me.”

Switching their positions, Jager quickly undid her jeans and shucked them down her legs. Once Daylen kicked them the rest of the way off, he lifted her, pressed her back against the wall and sheathed his cock inside her pussy with one stroke. Daylen put her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around Jager’s neck. He thrust his hips into her, causing her body to coil ever tighter. The head of his cock butted up against her womb with each stroke in. Daylen let out a whimpered moan as her climax thundered to the surface. With one final stroke, Jager buried his face into the crook of her neck and groaned loudly as he came with her.

Still feeling little aftershocks deep inside her pussy, Daylen pulled the hair elastic from Jager’s hair and tossed it away. She then ran her hands through the long silky length of his hair.

Jager lifted his head and chuckled. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to run out of hair elastics.”

Daylen cupped his chiseled face in her hands. “I like your hair better when it isn’t pulled back. That way I can run my hands through it.”

“If you like it that much, I can keep it down.”

She then grew serious. Locking her gaze to his, she said, “I love you, Jager. I don’t want to ever lose you. I’ll get Roxie to turn me as soon as she can.”

Jager kissed her tenderly. “I love you as well, Daylen. I think I fell for you the first time you brought me down in that alley. Knowing my mate can stand up to me turns me on like nothing else.” He then gave her a sexy grin. “I think we’ll hold off on getting Roxie to turn you, at least for today. You’re going to be a little too busy to have her use the spell on you. We have some lost time to make up, and I intend to spend it in bed with my mate.”

Daylen smiled and gave his still hard cock a squeeze with her inner muscles. “That can easily be arranged. I don’t think I could come up with a better way to spend a Sunday than making love to the man I love.”

With his strong arms supporting her, Jager pulled away from the wall and started walking toward the bedroom. Daylen kissed the side of his neck. When she reached where Jager’s shoulder and neck met, she bit him. The hall floor suddenly rose up to meet her and soon Daylen didn’t care that they never made it to the bed.

The End

About the Author:

Marisa Chenery was always a lover of books, but after reading her first historical romance novel she found herself hooked. Having inherited a love for the written word, she soon started writing her own novels.

After trying her hand at writing historicals, she now also writes paranormals.

Marisa lives in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and four children. Check out Marisa's website at www.marisachenery.com. She would love to hear from you, so drop her an email while you're there.