Warrior: The Elect, Book 3 Read Online Free Page A

shirt and shucked off his jeans. Then he climbed into the bed and spooned up behind her. He wouldn’t take her when she woke—she wasn’t ready yet—but he could at least keep her in the protective shelter of his arms.
     
     
    Jamie couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so well. She woke sore but refreshed, without the fatigue that had hounded her so long. Everything that had happened rushed back to her mind. Abduction and torture, rescue and reunions. Not human . And none of it mattered because she was in Carter’s arms.
    Those arms tightened around her middle. “You’re awake,” he murmured, pressing a kiss against her nape, then leaving a trail of fire in its wake as his lips moved up.
    “Yes.” She gasped because his teeth scraped a tender spot. Then she groaned when his hands slid up her torso to cup her breasts.
    “Tell me to stop, sweetheart. God help me, I don’t think I can do it on my own.”
    Why on earth would she want to stop him when it felt so damned good?
    This time he groaned, and she knew he’d read her thoughts again. “Because you’re still recovering from repeated beatings. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    She maneuvered to her back so she could stare up at him. She reached up to place her hand on his nape and slowly tugged him down. “Then be gentle,” she whispered.
    “I don’t know if I can.” She felt the fine tremor in the body hovering so close to hers. “I’ve wanted you for so long. Been hungry for so long.”
    She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Throwing caution to the wind, she lifted her head to kiss him. It was soft at first, hesitant when he didn’t immediately accept her offer, but she was determined and tried again. With a soft groan of capitulation, he opened his mouth and took over the kiss. Sensation, desire, swept over her. She whimpered a protest when he broke away but bit it off as he shoved up her shirt and started kissing his way down her body.
    Her nipples were tight little points by the time he reached them. He pinched one between his fingers and lowered his mouth to the other. He held her gaze as he blew a hot breath over her, then licked her so briefly it was pure torture.
    “Carter, more,” she begged.
    He didn’t give her what she wanted. Didn’t suck her into his mouth and relieve the ache in her nipples. She held her breath as he kept moving down. Her clit throbbed, and she could feel her juices slipping out to coat her thighs. He knelt between her parted legs, put his hands under her knees and spread her wide. She strangled her cry, unsure if the sound threatening to escape would be pleading or demanding. She wanted his mouth on her. Now. Wanted the pleasure—the excruciating orgasm only he could give her.
    He chuckled. “In a hurry, sweetheart?” He moved one hand and spread the folds of her sex.
    “Answer me,” he ordered when she couldn’t find her voice. “Or I’ll stop right here.”
    Oh, she remembered this dominant, commanding lover. She’d missed him.
    But two could play his game.
    “I need more. It’s been so long. I can’t even get myself off with a vibrator most times. I dream of your tongue on me. Your cock fucking me.”
    He growled, but it was a sexy, exhilarating sound. “Ask and you shall receive,” he said seconds before sucking her clit between his teeth.
    Her mind splintered with pleasure. It washed over her, wave after wave, but it wasn’t enough. Nowhere close to enough. She wanted all of him, hard and thrusting inside her, but she was leery, too. She felt something building between them, something that would be only more intense with penetration. Her worry was shoved away by lust when he rose over her. His erection nudged at her entrance and all she cared about was his possession.
    “God, what are you waiting for? An engraved invitation? Fuck me, Carter.”
    He thrust inside her in one smooth, fast move.
    “No,” he said, his voice harsh. “I’ll make love to you, all day and all night if that’s