Judge: Mating Fever: Shifters Forever Worlds (Barely After Dark Book 3) Read Online Free

Compliance Unit’s regulations.
    Regardless of their careers.
    In the face of the old rules that Intuitives had about shifters.
    Even though the old notions persevered that shifters didn’t appreciate or think highly of the Intuitives skills.
    Was she trying to tell him to stay away? It was way too late for that. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell he could lose the feelings he had for this Intuitive woman. His bear knew she was their mate. He knew it, too.
    He felt the gentle touch of her fingertip on his chin. Her touch was so feathery, he looked down to be sure it wasn’t his imagination. His bear grumbled at Judge to seduce her, to make her theirs.
    Judge tuned his bear out, one of the few times in his life he’d done that. He captured her hand in his and pressed her palm against his lips, fighting the urge to unleash his desire, to crush her to his chest and claim her mouth.
    To touch her lips with his and feel her curves against his without the barrier of clothing. Her body—hips to hold on to, offset by a waist that was just the right amount of narrow. His dick twitched. Judge grunted to contain it and his bear, hoping she hadn’t noticed his reaction.
    He studied the fire to keep from thinking of driving deeply into her. He could scent her wetness—musky, sexual, female, all Lani.
    She swallowed, the sound loud, her pulse pounding in his ears. He wanted to cover them because hearing her reaction to him served as a fuel that heightened his desire.
    She swiped her tongue over her lower lip, nervously.
    That did it.
    There’s just so much a man can handle.
    He dropped his head, locking his lips to hers, the ache and passion he’d been holding back, craving more from her.
    His bear took control, done with waiting.
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    L ani had never been kissed like that. She’d never known anyone like Judge. His hands ran down her body, and shivers followed the trail his fingertips forged.
    He took hold of her top and pulled it upward gently.
    Could she do this?
    Yes!
    The answer to that question was ingrained in her mind, heart, body, and Intuitive senses.
    Lani sighed her assent. She wanted him. She’d have to accept that.
    Right or wrong.
    Repercussions with the Intuitive community.
    Ramifications with the Compliance Unit.
    She’d deal with all that later.
    His lips departed from hers for a fleeting nanosecond while he drew her top over her head. Before her lips could get cold or her mind and body could protest, he’d claimed her mouth again. He took control, helping himself.
    The fabric of his shirt rubbed against her flesh as he pulled her closer.
    She grabbed his shirt, the barrier that kept her flesh from his, and jerked twice, clumsily—her fingers fumbling with urgency and need.
    “Let me help.” There was a chuckle in his voice.
    Instantly and deftly, he took the shirt off.
    She appraised the dark olive skin, taut with muscles, wide chest, devoid of hair, broad shoulders that tapered to a vee.
    Judge pulled her close, his body hot against hers. Lani held him as if there’d be no tomorrow.
    There will be no tomorrow. There can’t be.
    She trailed her fingers on his chest and found his muscles flexed and hard beneath her touch. Gliding her hands lower, his abdomen contracted. Her nails raked the flesh, rewarded with a groan that came from deep within him and scorched Lani’s desire and center.
    She’d wanted him for too long, denied this for what seemed an eternity.
    Achingly stiff and tender, with a need for Judge’s touch, her nipples pushed at the lace fabric of her bra. She unhooked it with a snap and lowered it, relishing the way his eyes dropped to her rosy nipples, enjoying the way they reacted to his gaze, pearling, tingling with an excitement, clear to her mound.
    “Beautiful. Damn. Just beautiful.” Judge cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples brusquely. The throbbing between her legs grew, moisture gathered.
    Her desire skyrocketed with his touch. “I want you.”
    “You’ve got