Nauti Temptress (29 page)

EPILOGUE

She hoped.

She prayed.

She paced the marina office even though she could hear everything coming through the radio Chaya manned and knew they were okay. She hadn’t really believed it until Brogan had walked through the door.

He caught her as she threw herself at him.

“I don’t clean blood out of houseboats,” he suddenly hissed at her ear. “You hear me, Eve? It’s not happening.”

“Just take me home.” She buried her head in his shoulder and held on tight, praying he didn’t catch the smirk at her lips. “Just take me home.”

He didn’t exactly take her home. They stepped into one of the Lake Patrol’s boats and once she was strapped in, felt the speed of the craft as its nose lifted and flew over the water.

Before long, it was turning up a long tributary, working its way through a series of twists and turns, sandbars and fallen trees that turned out to be automated blocks easily opened when using the right electronic device.

It didn’t take long to reach the cabin retreat Brogan had taken her to before. And much, much less time for him to carry her to the bedroom.

She’d showered and changed clothes at the marina, while he’d showered and changed on the
Nauti Buoy
with the others.

He paid little attention to the pretty skirt and blouse she wore, though he did give her an appreciative look when he glimpsed the lacy white bra and panties. Two seconds before he all but tore them off her.

His own clothes were disposed of just as quickly and when he tossed the last sock aside he hooked her around the waist and dragged her immediately to the extrawide bed, pulling her beneath him.

His lips came down on her as his hands caressed down her arms, her hips, one sliding between her thighs and finding her already wet and wild for him.

“I can’t wait,” he growled, moving over her.

The wives had warned her to expect this. She’d been in danger, and his male instincts would go crazy until he had her again, marked her in some alpha male way, and assured himself she was alive and all his.

Then he would be normal again, she was promised.

Spreading her thighs with his knees, his fingers gripping the base of his cock, he pressed the engorged head against the slick folds of her pussy and began pressing inside.

Immediately, curling heat and that pleasure-pain ecstasy began to overtake her.

Lifting her knees to clasp his hips as her own arched into the penetration, Eve felt the sudden remnants of despair and grief, love and pain, joy and pleasure.

His emotions.

His fears and his pleasure.

They moved into her, over her, mixing with her own as her pussy slowly stretched around his cock, working open to accept the width of him.

Each thrust pushed him deeper, stretched her internal muscles, and caressed oversensitive nerve endings and delicate tissue. Each time his cock plunged inside her, pushing in till the hilt of his erection met the clenched entrance before he was moving again.

Pulling back, thrusting inside her with increasingly quick thrusts, burying inside her again and again as the pleasure rose, slamming through her senses again and again.

Coming over her, his lips covering hers as he fucked her desperately, his hips twisting, thrusting, stroking her internally with such heated pleasure Eve felt herself rapidly teetering on the edge of bliss.

“I love you,” he groaned against her lips.

Her lashes lifted, her eyes immediately meeting his.

She was being dragged into a chaotic whirlwind of pure sensation.

Pushed from the edge, ecstasy surging through her as she began to unravel beneath him, her release exploding through her with rapid pulses as he thrust deep inside her, stilled, and the throbbing heat of his release began spurting inside her and mixing with hers.

They cried out, meeting, merging, and with a sense of shock, Eve felt his soul open to hers and felt them entwining in such rapture she lost herself to him.

But, he lost himself to her as well.

Holding tight inside her, his body trembling, rapture lashing him as he felt his lover, his other half, heart and soul, Brogan knew he’d never be lost again.

There would always be a port in a storm. There would always be a partner to share the joy, as well as the grief with.

There would always be Eve and Brogan.

“I love you. . . .”

They whispered the words as one.

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STYX’S STORM

LION’S HEAT

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COYOTE’S MATE

NAUTI TEMPTRESS

NAUTI DECEPTIONS

NAUTI INTENTIONS

MERCURY’S WAR

DAWN’S AWAKENING

TANNER’S SCHEME

HARMONY’S WAY

MEGAN’S MARK

NAUTI DREAMS

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TIED WITH A BOW

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PRIMAL

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HOT FOR THE HOLIDAYS

(with Angela Knight, Anya Bast, and Allyson James)

THE MAGICAL CHRISTMAS CAT

(with Erin McCarthy, Nalini Singh, and Linda Winstead Jones)

SHIFTER

(with Angela Knight, Alyssa Day, and Virginia Kantra)

BEYOND THE DARK

(with Angela Knight, Emma Holly, and Diane Whiteside)

HOT SPELL

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