Excerpt: A Mating Dance, Ashwood Falls #2 by Lia Davis
Cameron stood in the shower, letting the hot sprays of water cascade over her body. The body that still tingled from Graham’s touch and that uninvited kiss.
What the hell was wrong with her? She was Blaine’s mate. Yet, she felt a pull toward Graham. It was similar to the mating tug toward Blaine, but it was different. It was a little more electric and sparked a fascination with the male, and a desire that made her body hum. Her senses lit up when she was near him. Her jaguar, however, remained quiet as though she waited for something. Or maybe she was as uncertain as the human half. All she did know was that she wanted to know more about the mountain lion shifter, spend time with him and be the mother of his kids…
No. She wouldn’t go there. She couldn’t. She belonged to Blaine. Besides, kids weren’t in her future. She didn’t really know if they ever would be. Old pain resurfaced, and a hot tear slid down her cheek. All her friends had told her that the miscarriage wasn’t her fault and there wasn’t anything she could have done differently, but it still cut way too deep.
Although she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing, but what?
Graham? She didn’t think so. Blaine would never share her.
That kiss offered false hope and confused the hell out of her.
Why the hell did he have to kiss her?
She heard the shower curtain open before Blaine’s large arms snaked around her waist, and she closed her eyes.
“You still smell like him. He is in your skin. Why is that?”
Shit. She so sucked at lying to him. It wasn’t an option when they’d known each other as long as they had. Twisting to face him, she held his gray gaze and traced a finger down his jaw to his neck. His strong, masculine face softened a little, and he raised one corner of his lips in a disbelieving one-sided grin. Where the hell was the possessive alpha male she’d known since coming to Ashwood at fifteen? “I put Max down for a nap. Dani said he didn’t sleep well last night because of night terrors.”
Silver swirled in his eyes, indicating the leopard was close to the surface. She wasn’t in the mood to fight him, not over Graham. And definitely not over mating.
She gasped as her back touched the cool tile wall. Blaine thrust his hard thigh between her legs, drawing a half-moan, half-growl from her. His mouth came down on hers hard and greedy. She relished the roughness of his touch, loving it. He always knew what she needed and when she needed it.
Right now, she needed to be dominated and taken in the way only Blaine could.
Fisting her hand into his wet hair, she tugged him closer as she thrust her tongue inside his mouth to dance with his. He growled and lifted her legs and thrust inside her at the same time he bit her neck.
Pleasurable pain assailed her, making her cry out as he thrust in and out of her. He cupped her breast, pitching and rolling her taut nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Sparks of desire skidded over her skin and rushed through her blood, making her scream out in release.
When Blaine shuddered out his release, she took his face in her hands and kissed him. He was hers. How could she ever think about straying from him for another?
The water started to cool down, and he pulled out of her, shut the water off, and then stepped out of the shower. He peered at her as though he was trying to read her thoughts when he helped her step out. Pulling her into him, he kissed the tip of her nose and smiled that crooked smile of his, the one that showed he was up to something.
“What?” she asked, returning his smile with a frown.
“I like his scent on you.”
She froze and studied him. He had to be joking, right? “What are you saying?”
He shrugged. “I’m not going to let you go, ever. And if Graham is the missing link, then I think we should pursue him.”
Shock froze her in place. Studying him a little more, she realized he was dead serious. She shook her head, stepped out of his arms, and wrapped a towel around herself. “Oh, no. You are not pushing this off on me. I won’t let you settle for something you don’t want because another male turns me on.” She slapped a hand over her mouth, not believing she had just said that out loud.
Blaine raised an eyebrow. “See? You do want it.”
“But you don’t. Besides, it would never work. Someone would always feel like the third. And someone, maybe all of us, will get hurt.” She pushed past him to go dress. She was not doing this. End of story.
He followed her out into the bathroom and grabbed her from behind, drawing her back against his chest. He leaned in until his lips touched her ear, drawing a shudder from her. “Maybe I do want it.”