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her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his firm ass.
    Need grew within her, a need beyond their leisurely fuck, a need beyond anything she’d ever experienced with any other male, human or shifter. It was as dangerous and as ruthless as the leopard shifter stroking into her, the emotion demanding more than her body, spreading to her heart and to her soul.
    “Harder,” Jeanine demanded, seeking to feed that wild desire. “Faster.” She arched, smacking her breasts against his chest, her hips against his. Adar growled and complied, thrusting hard and deep, in and out, in and out, in and out, the friction eased by her pussy juices.
    The bed slid along the floor, and the headboard banged against the wall, the noise emphasizing each vicious drive forward. Jeanine panted, unable to drag enough air into her starved lungs. Adar grunted, his animal noises appeasing her savage passion.
    A sheen of sweat covered their bodies, slickening their skin. She licked the moisture off Adar’s right shoulder, tasting the proof of his exertion, and he shuddered, pale yellow fur softening his hard muscle, black rosettes decorating his torso.
    “Jeanine,” he growled, his leopard reflecting in his eyes. His claws pricked her skin, and she trembled, the quivering in her limbs building, building.
    “Adar.” She raised her hips into each thrust, meeting him stroke for stroke, fighting the release barreling toward her, determined to be this powerful male’s mate in every way, to find fulfillment together, as one.
    “Come for me.” He skimmed his teeth down her neck, shredding her control one strand at a time. She clung to him, focusing on the ripple of muscle under her fingertips, the slide of cock in pussy, the waft of hot breath against her skin.
    “Come now.” Adar bit the base of her neck, and she screamed his name, bucking upward, her world bursting into a tantalizing rush of light and pleasure and sound. She thrashed and she writhed, trying to bring him closer and then pushing him away.
    Adar thrust into the fury of her orgasm once, twice, three times and he roared, temporarily deafening her, hot jets of cum shooting from his cock, his body stiffening. He held that savage pose for five heartbeats, pinning her ass to the mattress, and he collapsed, flattening her.
    Her tremors eased and she lay still, covered by his comforting weight, his soothing heat, his cock limp and spent inside her. Jeanine petted the short fur on Adar’s back, enticed by the softness, a sense of belonging, of rightness settling over her.
    “I choose you,” she whispered, choosing solitude with Adar, a male she desired, a male she loved, over her lifelong dream of belonging.
    “And I choose you.” Adar licked the bite mark on her neck, easing the sting. “You’re mine, mate.”
    * * *
    “Do you know everyone here?” Jeanine turned her head, staring at the people crowding around them, her curiosity open, natural, real.
    The club was filled to near capacity. Waitstaff circulated finger food. Bartenders served brightly-colored martinis and mixed drinks. Music played softly in the background, allowing conversations to flow and business deals to cultivate. Males lounged, clad in dark suits. Females preened, seeking attention.
    None of them caught Adar’s gaze. All of his attention was focused on his sexy mate. Jeanine wore a snug-fitting black dress, high heels and nothing else. Her small breasts and tight pussy were delightfully bare under the clinging fabric.
    “They’re all our guests.” Adar breathed deeply, and a satisfied smile tugged at his lips. Before leaving for the party, he had rubbed his scent into every inch of Jeanine’s skin, primitively proclaiming to the paranormal world that she belonged to him and only him.
    “Because you often arrived for meetings alone, I thought…” She worried her bottom lip with her teeth.
    “Ahhh…” Adar nodded, now understanding more of his mate’s concerns. “You thought I didn’t play