Catalina laughed when Jen scrambled into the co-pilot’s seat as Sage began their descent into the small airport. Chattering a mile a minute about how much fun it was to slide between mountain peaks, anticipating the shifting air currents, her words were quickly lost in the changing roar of the jet. Nothing Jen mentioned sounded like fun to Cat, but it didn’t matter how many times she flew, there was always a part of her that worried the damned plane was going to fall out of the air.
“Remember, my lovely wife is not the one at the controls. She likes to watch Sage work.” Sam’s quiet reassurance was appreciated, even if it was humbling.
“I wasn’t worried… not really.” She sighed and tried to relax back into her seat. “I guess I should stop thinking about everything that could go wrong and concentrate on what’s gone right.”
“I agree, in theory, but you know as well as I do, that doesn’t work out well for operatives. Planning for every contingency is how we stay alive.” He was right, and it surprised her how quickly she’d stopped considering herself a member of the intelligence community. Shifting to full-time jewelry design was easier than she’d anticipated—or at least it would be if she and Cooper could stop dodging the daggers being hurled their way.
“We’ll be on the ground in five minutes. It’s a steep drop, so make sure everything is secured.” Sage’s voice came over the speakers, his tone all business, a big change from the way he’d been chatting through the open doorway a few minutes earlier. Sage appeared to be the more amiable of the two McCall brothers, but Catalina suspected they were equally dominant when it came to their free-spirited wife. Jen, a former State Department employee who spoke several languages, walked away from her career after being held hostage in a South American embassy. According to Cooper, Jen had taken to mission operations like a duck to water.
While Sam closed the laptop he’d been working on and slid it back into the largest backpack she’d ever seen, Cat fastened her seatbelt. Turning her attention to the mountains outside her window, she cringed when she saw snow capping the peaks. The fall colors were beautiful, but Catalina knew the weather in the Rockies was fickle.
I have to be the only shifter on the planet who hates cold weather.
True to his word, Sage touched down within minutes. Making her way carefully down the jet’s steep steps to what turned out to be a remarkably short blacktop runway, Cat sagged with relief to see Cooper leaning casually against a large black SUV. Her heart skipped a beat before pounding erratically when his scent caught the wind. For several seconds, she stood rooted in place, unable to move as a wave of lust crashed over her.
“Damn, girl. Your man looks like he wants to eat you alive. What are you standing here for? Go get him.”
Jen’s not so gentle nudge sent Cat stumbling forward, but it was the push she’d needed. Sprinting the short distance, Cat wanted to laugh when his eyes widened at her speed. Cooper barely had time to shift positions before she leaped into his arms.
“Princess, you never fail to surprise me.” He hugged her tightly against his chest, his chuckle vibrating all the way to her core. Cat couldn’t wait to get to wherever they were staying. She wanted him naked and inside her—now would be better, but soon would have to do. Catalina felt his entire body stiffen as a growl broke free, his warm breath moving over the shell of her ear.
“Hold that thought, mate.” Setting her on her feet, Cooper walked her around to the passenger side, settling her on the heated leather seat. “Wait here while I get your luggage. When I come back, I want your jeans and panties around your ankles. Make sure your legs are spread wide enough I can see what’s mine.”
The words sent a rush of cream to her sex. Thank Goddess, she’d noted the towel folded on the center console. Moving the seat back as far as it would go, Cat tried to keep her movements subtle in hopes the trio chatting with Cooper wouldn’t notice. The penetrating look in Sam’s gaze and sly grin curving Sage’s lips assured her the effort had been wasted. Catalina finally settled into position, grateful the heated seat warmed the towel quickly. Making eye contact with Jen, the other woman gave her a quick thumbs-up before turning back to the jet and making her way up the steps, followed by her husbands. Cooper jogged back to the SUV, loaded her bags in the back, then settled in the driver’s seat. Pulling her close, he pressed his lips to hers for a quick kiss.
“I can’t tell you how much I want to fuck you. Right here. Right now.” The words were whispered against her trembling lips. Need swamped her, pulsing so deep in her pussy, the sensation sent a wash of slick cream to her opening. When he finally put a few inches between them, Cat watched Cooper’s nostrils flare. “Your scent makes me so hard, I can barely think. Hell, half my blood is rocketing to my cock—it’ll be a damned miracle if I can drive.” His gaze dropped to her bare thighs, his fingers trailing up the sensitive inside on their way to her soaked sex. “Lean your seat back a little more.” She complied, hoping he’d slip his fingers into her folds. Damn, this mating business isn’t for pussies. The thought moved through her mind, and a second later, she heard Cooper’s soft laugh against her ear. “Princess, the only pussy I am interested in is the pretty pink folds displayed so perfectly between your slender thighs.”
Putting the vehicle in gear, he drove quickly away from the jet already taxing down the short blacktop runway. Turning onto a narrow tree-lined road, Cooper slowed and slipped his hand between her legs. This time there were no preliminaries—the calloused pad of his finger circled her clit twice, making her arch into his touch.
“Let me know how it feels, Princess. I want to hear all those sweet moans and gasps of pleasure as you let yourself fall into the pleasure.” His voice was rapidly becoming roughened by desire, the commands harsher—more demanding. Catalina wouldn’t have been able to remain silent if she’d tried. They hadn’t been apart long, but early in the mating process, even a few hours could be excruciating.
Letting herself express pleasure during any sexual interlude had been impossible until Cooper. She might have avoided him when they first met, but she’d always known they were fated mates. She’d lost interest in dating other men after they met, despite what she’d led him to believe.
His fingers were pure magic—stroking the slick petals of her labia, circling her clit, and pushing deep enough to make her wish she could climb onto his lap.
“Too much thinking and not enough talking, Cat. If I have to pull the car off the road, we’re going to give anyone nearby a show they won’t soon forget.” A resounding yes was her first and only thought before their minds connected, and she saw the scene he was envisioning.
Seeing herself leaning over the sloped hood of the SUV, her ass bared to anyone who happened by while he alternately spanked and fucked her was a hot scene, but not the way she wanted to be introduced to the neighborhood. She’d done some quick research during the flight and discovered the Lamont family was one of the largest landowners in the area. There was no reason to give the prestigious family a reason to send her back to Texas in shame.
“Princess, I dare you to figure out a way to embarrass Alex and Zach Lamont. And I can assure you public sex would be one of the last things you’d find effective. Getting one up on them would be like trying to sexually intimidate Kent or Kyle West. What do you think you’d need to do… how extreme would the measure need be to make Ian McGregor blush?”
All the time he’d been speaking, Cooper’s fingers played her like a finely tuned musical instrument. Cat could feel her breathing becoming more erratic and knew her heart rate was accelerating. The flush of arousal was moving over her chest like someone was pouring molten lava into her veins.
“Did I tell you about the last time I visited Ian and Callie’s home? Walking into his office, the first thing I see is Callie standing in the corner with her dress pulled up around her waist, her blistered bottom bared for all to see. Princess, there were already three other men in the room awaiting my arrival. They were having a casual conversation about something inane while Ian’s lovely sub stood silently a few feet away.”
Catalina wasn’t completely surprised. She knew Ian and Callie were completely immersed in the lifestyle. She’d visited Club Isola on several occasions and knew the couple’s scenes were highly anticipated for a reason. Watching Ian with a single-tail whip was as frightening as it was erotic as he laid perfectly spaced stipes diagonally down Callie’s slender back. By the time the last lash fell, Ian had needed only to command her release, and his lovely wife had come so hard, the bindings securing her to the St. Andrew’s cross were the only things keeping her from melting into the floor.
The woman was going to drive him insane. He’d started talking about Ian and Callie, hoping to distract himself from the wet, velvet heat surrounding his fingers. She’d taken up where he’d left off, filling in with mental pictures of a scene she’d watched between the McGregor’s that was so hot, he’d worried his cock was going to burst. Hell, everything Catalina Adler did ramped up his desire to claim her as his in every way possible.
Cooper wanted to make Catalina’s every dream come true. He wanted to help her build a business she could be proud of, no matter how commercially successful it was. He hoped she would accept the Magic Council’s guidance because he believed a position on the respected governing body was in her future. Most of all, Cooper wanted to see her smile, to know she was happy and fulfilled. One of the things he appreciated the most about her family was the way they supported one another. The Adlers always had one another’s back.
Watching his sister’s husbands, seeing how protective they were as they encouraged her to take professional and personal risks, she never would have considered without their support, was another lesson he’d learned well. The past few years had shown him how deep and all-encompassing love could be—it had been life-changing.
“You’re so wet for me, Princess. It’s a fucking turn-on to know you want me as much as I want you.” The muscles lining her vaginal walls pulsed around his fingers, rippling as they tried to pull him deeper. Cooper had been a sexual Dominant since his teens, yet never had a woman respond to him the way Catalina did. Brilliant. Talented, Hotter than hell. And mine!
“Please.” Her soft plea was music to his ears. Cooper could hardly wait to feel her release wash over his fingers. Pulling off the road, he parked between two large evergreens. The spot wouldn’t offer much in the way of privacy, but he knew they weren’t going to be here long—Cat was too close. He wanted to give her the release her body was racing toward, and he wanted to watch.
“Look at me, Catalina. I want to watch your eyes turn amber when you come for me. Seeing the change as you lose yourself in the pleasure only I can give you is fucking hot, and I damned sure wasn’t going to miss it by driving.” The electricity generated between the two of them was so intense, blue sparks snapped in the air. Laughing to himself, he admitted it wasn’t the fireworks he was going for, but it would have to be good enough until they were both naked. No bed required.