core. She had known this day was coming; nonetheless, she hadn’t expected to live through her heat like this—with enjoyment. Fire raced through her veins, igniting lust and passion she’d never imagined possible. These men were so different. One was serious, stern, and sensitive while his brother was fun loving and passionate. She arched her back as Sol drove deeper. The pleasure didn’t ebb. The physical joy continued as the seconds became timeless. Nothing mattered but this man and his cock.
Isser’s fingers played with her nipples. His erection bumped against her arm. He was as large as Sol. The sexual energy radiated, and it made her feral. She reached out and grabbed the other cock. Isser cried out as her fingers gripped him gently. She wanted him inside her too. All they could give her, she would take. Ruby opened her eyes and gazed at Sol. His face twisted into a mask of concentration as he pumped his hips. A keening wail escaped her throat, and her breath hitched. She held the cock in one hand and reached up the free hand to feel the hard shoulder and back of the shifter fucking her. Nothing in her whole experience prepared her for this nirvana of orgasm. Her mind floated disconnectedly as her body indulged in the sinful consummation of mating. She didn’t care about the house of worship and the other cats spending every day of their lives in service there anymore. She would never belong to the goddess. Being in the flesh-and-blood arms of this wolf was so much more satisfying than cold, lonely prayers to the vengeful cat mother.
She became a goddess as she let Sol worship her—and then she hit the pinnacle of the most amazing moment of her life. She squeezed her eyes closed. Sparks danced behind the lids. Her body became nothing but light and sensation, and for a second she lost her grip on reality. She floated on pure pleasure. Then she felt her pussy spasm around his thick cock. Ruby bucked against him. She let go of Isser’s cock and held tightly to Sol as her entire torso jerked off the cot. Shuddering in the wolf’s arms, she screamed with everything she had. Years of restraint crumbled. Convulsing around him, Ruby gave her soul to the wolf as the full onslaught of her orgasm rippled through her body, mind, and spirit.
“Yes!” Ruby wailed as the pleasure tore through her brain.
Sol held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, as he released himself inside her. His masculine grunts filled her ears, and he shook as he came. “Ruby!” Sol cried her name. The simple statement of his satisfaction filled her with joy. His sexy deep voice made her shiver, and emotion clogged her throat. Then the strangest echo hit her mind, and for a second she almost believed she’d heard his thoughts. Shaking off the bizarre moment, she loosened her grip on him.
“I am yours,” she whispered in her wolf’s ear. The tiger was still there, but she had a better control. She wasn’t lost. Sol had saved her. The weirdness of his thoughts intruded again, and his satisfaction hit her.
“Am I reading your mind?” she whispered in awe.
“Wolves are telepathic. It’s very possible. Our alpha’s mate is human, and being with him has made her telepathic. Maybe wolves and cats aren’t so different after all?”
“Maybe,” she mumbled as the disturbing revelation spurred her imagination. She’d learned little of anything outside of the temple, and nothing about other shifters.
“We will keep you safe. Do not fear, my sweet mate.” Sol spoke softly.
She pulled back so she could see his face. “What? Are you reading my mind?”
“No, you are shouting you’re worried into my head. I am not even trying. I can hear your fear as clearly as if you spoke. Amazing. Before I couldn’t get anything but the slightest dying echo of your thoughts. Now you are open to me. I was trying very hard. This is wonderful, incredible. I love you!”
“Love? We don’t even know each other.” She might not be
Brenna Ehrlich, Andrea Bartz