Wild Invitation

the most intimate kind.
    “What about your freedom?” he whispered in her ear over a minute later, bracing his hands palms down on the wall beside her head. He made no move to stop her as she stroked and petted every inch of that sinfully gorgeous chest, all hard muscle and gleaming skin overlaid with silky-rough strands of dark hair.
    “Idiot.” She nipped at his jaw with her teeth. “The only freedom I ever wanted was the right to love you.”
    One of his hands stroked down to slip under her sweater. It was her turn to tremble.
    “You’re a stubborn woman.”
    “Yes.” The roughness of his skin felt delicious on her.
    “You’re set on making this real.”
    “Try and stop me.”
    He smiled and it was beautiful and strong and quintessentially male. “What, and give up the chance to finally see your pretty breasts? Not a chance.”
    “Nathan!” And then his hand was squeezing her sensitive flesh and she was drowning in the rush of sensation.
    “Why aren’t you wearing a bra?” he asked before kissing the wits half out of her.
    By the time she could gasp in enough air to breathe, her sweater was in shreds on the floor. Nate had used his claws to slice it to bits. His hand returned to massage and mold flesh that had never known a man’s touch. She pushed into the caress. “Um…I forgot,” she whispered. “I was nervous about you— Oh!”
    He’d lifted her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. “You were right to be nervous.” He kissed her again, then ran his lips down her neck to nibble on the tender upper slopes of her breasts.
    She held on to his shoulders, trying hard to find a sensible thought. “Nervous?”
    “I hope you’ve been exercising.” His mouth closed over her nipple.
    It might’ve been hours before she spoke again. “Exercising?” Single words seemed to be all her brain could manage.
    He released her sensitive flesh…after gripping it lightly between his teeth for a heart-pounding instant. “Because you’re going to be indulging in a lot of creative physical activity over the next few days.”
    Had he said
days
?
    Then she lost even that thought and simply felt. Nate didn’t ravage her as she’d half expected, given their combined hunger. He was excruciatingly tender and she knew how much that control had to be costing him.
    “It’s okay,” she said several times.
    “It’s your first time. I’ll say when it’s okay.”
    She might have taken that order badly if he hadn’t already brought her to orgasm twice by then. His tone may have been rough, but his hands were gentle and his mouth was pure magic. When he did finally decide she’d been pleasured enough, he took her with care that brought tears to her eyes.
    The second time, she took him.

Chapter 13
    SOLIAS KING DID not like to lose. “How much damage?” he asked.
    Kinshasa repeated the number. “The missing parts will take weeks to reacquire.”
    “I thought you said they were a minor pack?” He pinned his aide to the spot with his eyes. “Your risk analysis was faulty.”
    “My variables were based on the known parameters of changeling intellect.”
    Solias couldn’t fault Kinshasa. The general consensus among the Psy was that the animals weren’t that smart. “Find me another site.”
    As Kinshasa left the suite, Solias wondered which one of his enemies had orchestrated the attack—covert Psy involvement had to be how the changelings had pulled this off. It was preposterous to think he’d been beaten by a pack of animals.
    Arrogant in his belief of the Psy race’s genetic and intellectual superiority, he never once considered that he might be blind to the truth. The truth that things were changing…that the Psy no longer ruled every corner of the planet. And that this minor pack had shown the first signs of the lethal danger it would one day become.

Chapter 14
    A WEEK LATER, Nate watched Tamsyn bandage up a juvenile’s arm and give the kid a stern warning about rock climbing without gear. She was firm and practical, her hands strong, her body tall. And she had breasts to make a man’s mouth water, sweet feminine curves his palms itched to shape.
    Then she looked up and smiled and he felt it deep, deep in his core. He wanted to pick her up and kiss her silly, but since the juvenile’s eyes were already going wide, he decided to make himself scarce. “I’ll see you tonight. I have to make that run into San Francisco.”
    Another smile. “Don’t forget to pick up the things I