Mystic Realms: A Limited Edition Collection

by Nicole Morgan

  Edge found herself responding to it, “Alice.”

  Ethan smiled, flashing beautiful even teeth. “Take me to bed, Alice.”

  She could refuse him nothing and the thought scared the shit out of her, but not enough to stop what she wanted from him. What they both wanted. She led him to the first room in the hallway. The room she usually slept in if she had to spend the night in the safe house. There wasn’t much to the room, no one really lived there. Done in a muted yellow, with brown furniture, midnight blue bedding and the same taupe colored carpet that ran throughout the house. It wasn’t home, but it would do.

  She led him straight over to the side of the bed. Stopping at the edge, she removed his shirt.

  He copied her actions, raising his hands to take off her tank. Then, he leaned forward to kiss and lick the area where she’d been shot.

  At the same time, she felt his hands on her back unhooking her bra. She moaned in anticipation and placed her palms on his broad chest, loving the feel of his contours as she lowered them until she touched the top of his pants. His chest rose up and down in anticipation too, as she undid the button of his jeans. She didn’t immediately reach for the zipper, but placed her hand between the zipper and his more than ample erection. Providing a safe barrier as she finally released him from his confinement.

  “Hmm,” he said lifting his head and dropping her bra on the bed. “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome.” She leaned forward until she reached his neck, just below his chin and she suckled him there. He tilted his head to let her know how much he enjoyed her touch while his hands moved from her hips around to the front of her jeans. He unsnapped them and stepped back.

  She watched as he pushed his jeans and boxer briefs past his hips and down long muscular legs. For a rich man, Ethan was hung. But then he was cat. She purred her approval, lifting her hand to touch the very tip of his round head. Catching the bead of moisture coming out from his slit onto her finger, she raised it to her mouth. “Mmm, taste good too.”

  Ethan’s chest rose and fell even more while he watched her, but he wasn’t complacent, not this man. He pulled her jeans past her hips and knelt in front of her, tugging them down around her legs. Raising one foot at a time, he got her out of her jeans. He sat back on his haunches while gazing up at her, then he leaned forward, placing his nose right up against her panty covered clit. Without taking his gaze from hers, he inhaled. “Mmm,” he purred. His tongue snaked out and he licked her through her panties, which were already wet. “You taste good too.”

  Her underwear became drenched and it had nothing to do with the wetness of his tongue. Her trembling legs could no longer hold her up and she sank to the bed. He ripped off her underwear, raising her legs over his shoulders to bury his face within her core. Her hands fisted into the sheets while she screamed as her body bucked against his mouth and the blood rushed to her head. She experienced the strongest climax she’d ever had in her life and he hadn’t even put his cock inside her yet. She panted while her heart beat a rhythm against her rib cage, like it wanted outta there and still, this man was not done. “Oh, my God!”

  He blew gently against her nether regions, finally gentling her tremors. Calming her down, giving her a chance to catch her breath. Next, he turned her over, with her positioned on all fours. He, in the dominant position, standing behind her, she in the submissive one, face down on her knees.

  And she went willingly. Unfuckingbelievable!

  Never, never had she submitted like this. But damned, if she didn’t lower her upper body to the bed, raising her ass, begging him to take her this way their first time together. The way of the Atrox. She must be out of her mind with lust, because if he is a Leo, she also knew what it meant. He laid claim and she allowed it. In fact, her inner muscles clenched, her juices dripped in anticipation of his claim. Not a cell existed in her body that didn’t want it.

  His cock unerringly found the opening to her core, pounding into her in one hard stroke. The feel of him filling her, rammed all other thought out of her mind. Leaving only his essence inside her, stretching her, reaching toward her womb. Making her his. But she refused to be passive in this. If she was going to belong to him then dammit, he would belong to her.

  She shuddered in ecstasy and pressed back into him, needing him to complete her…to plunge inside of her as far as he could go and never come out. She felt his hands on her hips moving her back and forth on him, increasing his pace. Harder and harder with each stroke. She thought she would go mad with the pleasure, the need, the ache. The fullness of having him inside her.

  When he leaned over her and his hand stroked her pulsing sensitive nubbin—she shattered. Her body continued to tremble as he pulled out and pushed into her one final time, finding his own release deep inside her. The roar he let out from behind her matched the roar of his cum, coating every part of her canal.

  Her entire body crumbled to the bed and he fell on top of her, covering her. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, he rolled off her while keeping one hand on her back as if to say you’re not going anywhere.

  As if, she would—or could.

  Ethan had a hard time even remembering his lungs needed to expand and contract to let air in and out. Sex had never done that to him before…released his Leo. His cat had ridden him hard to take her. One word drumming in his head. Mine. He hoped he hadn’t hurt her, but the way she bucked against him screaming harder, faster, harder, he didn’t think so.

  After his heart rate slowed to a more normal cadence, he rolled to his side and grinned. She still hadn’t moved. He placed his arms under her and moved her up on the bed, so her head rested on a pillow. She’d gone soft and pliant in his arms. He smiled again, wondering how long such a state would last, ‘cause that was not his Edge.

  She still lay on her stomach but had turned her head in his direction, her eyes however were still closed and her breathing still sounded a little heavy. He caressed her with his hand from her back to her pert butt. She had a nice tight ass. Neither wide nor big, just hard and perfect like the rest of her. He sat up and kissed one cheek, then took a little nip of the other side, sucking it to take the sting away.

  “Are you marking me?” she mumbled.

  He moved back up to the pillow beside her and put his head down. Her eyes remained closed. He traced her upturned nose with his fingertip, before placing a soft kiss at the tip of her nose. “And what if I was?”

  She opened those beautiful chocolate colored eyes and stared at him.

  “Would you mind?” he asked. “If I marked you, Alice.”

  “I’ve spent the last thirty years avoiding men like you. And only my mother calls me Alice.”

  “Yet, here we are. Don’t bring your mother in here with us, ‘cause I’ll only call you that when we’re in bed.”

  “You plan on us spending a lot of time in bed.”

  “Oh, yeah. Don’t think I didn’t notice you letting me take you the first time in our way.”

  “Yeah. So?”

  “Why?” He didn’t know why he was pushing it. Maybe because he understood what she could really mean to him. And suspected she knew it too. They were compatible. Females of their kind only submitted to males in such a way the first time they made love, if they were potential mates. They did not have to make love the first time in a submissive way, but she had accepted him.

  She rolled onto her back. “It’s just another position. One I like and just happened to be in the right place for.”

  He wouldn’t let her get away with that or stop the growl. “Bullshit! You’re a shifter like me. Instinct alone would have guided you differently our first time. Your cat would not have allowed it. You know the significance of me taking you in such a way as much as I do.”

  “And how do you know I don’t just like the position? It could be one of my favorites I’ve done a hundred times. Even the first time.”

  He growled again, louder. Pissed. He couldn’t help it. He covered her with his body, hold
ing his arms up beside her head. “Look at me and tell me I wasn’t the first man you ever let take you that way the first time. Look at me and tell me you didn’t submit to me. To me!”

  Eyes glowing molten gold, she growled back at him. “Yes, damn you. Yes.” She pulled him down to her, but it wasn’t like she fought him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and took possession of their kiss. A kiss that merely sealed her faith. She pushed him off, rolling over him. Leaving no doubt in his mind this time, she would be the one in charge.

  If she wanted him to submit now, submit he would. To her. Only and always to her.

  She moved from his mouth to his chest. Licking and sucking his nipples.

  His eyes almost rolled back into his head. “Are you dominating me now?” he asked.

  “Damn straight.”

  “Okay,” he groaned as she moved to the other breast. “I can live with that.” He grabbed the back of the headboard to try to anchor himself, so he wouldn’t take over. “Barely.”

  She moved from his chest toward his stomach swirling her tongue in his navel. He damn near came out of his skin at her touch there, his back did bow off the bed. She continued trailing kisses down his flat stomach until she got to his cock, which no longer lay dormant, but pulsed hard and strong for her attention. As soon as her mouth closed around his head, he didn’t think he’d make it very long. His fingernails dug into the headboard.

  When she rose up and swallowed him halfway while squeezing his balls, he fought the urge to pump into her willing mouth so hard, he had to shut his eyes from the sight. He saw stars. “Oh, Shit!” He panted like a man in a marathon. “No. Stop. Oh, God.”

  But she didn’t stop, and he didn’t really want her to, she just keep working his dick. Gliding her hot wet mouth up and down his shaft. His body shuddered with his effort to let the pleasure last, but nature has a tendency to win over man’s will or cat’s. She took him deeper, his hips bucked off the bed and he roared as he spilled into her warm, sexy sinful mouth.

  Chapter Eleven

  Edge opened her eyes. The windows were open and it looked to be daylight still, but not for much longer. She glanced at the clock. They had just enough time to shower get something to eat and sneak into Ethan’s pool house before the security people got there. They’d gotten a call from Cole earlier in the day, telling them he’d make sure Richard would not be at the house until after they were in position. How he could manage such a thing she didn’t question, but he did seem to be well connected.

  She turned her head and glanced at the man lying on the pillow next to her. His eyes were closed and his features were relaxed. She’d shaved him earlier, because he’d given her stubble burn, but she left the shadow of dark blond hair growing on his head. Curious to see what color it would be. She raised her hand to touch his face but stopped herself. What the hell had she been doing? Not thinking. She left rational thought behind when she realized he was a shifter, one she could have. And one who just happened to be able to rock her world. Shifter or not, Ethan Graves still lay well out of her league.

  Somehow, she managed to get off the bed and into the shower without him stirring. When the bathroom door opened and she heard the curtain being pulled back, she wasn’t at all surprised. She turned right into his embrace.

  He wrapped his arms around her. “Good morning, kitty kat. Why didn’t you wake me?”

  Her hackles should have been raised at him calling her kitty kat. Any other man would be knocked flat on his ass, but he’d been calling her that since yesterday and coming from him it was…nice. She glanced down at the erection she felt nudging her stomach. “You’re awake now.”

  “Yes, I am.”

  The shower took a little longer than she anticipated, but very much worth the extra time. They ended up having to grab something to eat on the way to Great Falls, they’d only had bagels for breakfast. She couldn’t believe they’d just spent the last twenty-four hours getting to know each other. Up close and personal. Real personal.

  She glanced over at Ethan in the passenger seat. They’d left his Harley back at the safe house. He must have felt her gaze on him because he turned to look at her, taking her hand he raised it to his lips and kissed her fingers. He tried to wrap their fingers together but she couldn’t let him. She couldn’t let this go on, whatever this was. She returned her hand to the steering wheel.

  Once she helped him prove his innocence, they would go their separate ways. Regardless of their compatibility, their parting remained inevitable. Sooner or later, he would realize that aside from the fact they were both shifters, they had nothing in common.

  She couldn’t see herself fitting into his world. The world of money people. She was a bounty hunter for Christ sake. She hunted people for a living, the kind of people who should be put away until the end of time. She’d had to maim a few who’d resisted her efforts to bring them to justice, and she’d killed twice. In self defense of course. Even if they were other rogue shifters. He sure as hell wouldn’t fit into her world. Shit, the man ran one of the most famous companies in the country. A brand recognized all over the freaking world. Shit!

  “Are you sure he’s not in the main house yet?” Ethan asked.

  “No, but he’s on his way. Cole texted me when he left the office, so we’re going to get into the pool house first.”

  They parked her Jeep where she’d left it the night they’d met and made their way through the back wooded area to the pool house without encountering anyone. Ethan put the code into the door pad and opened it; he’d already disarmed the alarm earlier. After they got in, he reset the alarm. No use in letting Richard suspect Ethan had already been in there.

  They moved into the next room, the sitting area. She took the listening and recording device her company used out of her pocket. She placed the dime-sized receiver into his shirt pocket and patted it before stepping back.

  He caught her elbow and drew her to him. Kissing her before she could pull back but she didn’t want to. She sank into his kiss. For a moment in time letting herself go, imagining it was all real and they could be together. But reality intruded and she stepped back. “Let me call Detective James, to make sure he’s in place.” She held up the receiver. “I’ll be listening, so will the detective and I’ll be recording everything.”

  “Are you sure this is going to work?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’d still rather beat the truth out of him.”

  She grinned. “We can wait together in the sitting room but as soon as I know Richard is in the pool area, I’m going to move into the bedroom. So, you’ll be confronting him by yourself, but you won’t be alone.”

  “Okay.”

  They were ready, all they had to do now was wait. Ethan sat in one of the reading chairs and she stayed by the window where she could see the pool area and the path Richard would take to get to the pool house.

  “What happens afterward?” Ethan asked.

  She knew he was asking about them. But there was no them, no relationship and she wasn’t going to let him think otherwise. So, she evaded the real question. “As soon as we get the confession Detective James will show up and arrest him and you’ll be free. The charges should be dropped against you by morning, and you can return to your life.”

  “That’s not what I meant and I think you know that.”

  Movement near the house caught her eye. “Someone’s coming.” She could see Richard and another man in a blue uniform making their way toward the area. “It’s Richard and the security people.”

  Edge headed to the master bedroom, leaving Ethan in the darkened sitting room, breathing a sigh of relief she didn’t have to answer his question just yet. She left the bedroom door partially open and dragged a chair near her. She pulled the Glock from her back holster and checked the safety, then placed it on the chair and took out her smart phone to text the detective they were ready.

  He immediately replied that he’d taken up a position at the perimeter of the property.

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nbsp; She put the cell away and pulled out her receiver but she didn’t turn it on yet. Voices came from the front of the pool house, so she focused her hearing on the sound. She could distinguish Richard’s voice and another man. Richard must have shown the man the approved power of attorney over the property, giving him the authority to open the door. The security guy unlocked the door, then disabled the alarm.

  Now, this would be the tricky part. They weren’t sure if Richard would wait until after the man left before he entered or if he would have the man come in with him.

  Richard thanked the man, then walked him back up to the house.

  Edge breathed a sigh of relief. She risked poking her head out of the door. This bedroom was off the sitting area, so she could see Ethan. “Did you hear,” she asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you think he’s going to try to search the place now or later?” she asked.

  “Knowing Richard, now. I’d still like to beat the shit outta him first though.”

  They both heard the sound of footsteps on the tiles. Edge moved back into the shadows of the bedroom. As soon as the pool door opened, she turned the receiver on. She couldn’t quite see the front door or Ethan from where she stood, but she could tell where both men were located.

  Richard crossed the threshold and slid the door closed. She could hear him click on the light switch on the wall. They’d already loosened the light bulb attached to that switch to force Richard further into the room—and it worked. He headed toward the next lamp on the other side of the room.

  Ethan stepped out of the sitting room area. “Well, well, looking for something, Richard?”

  Richard must have made it to the lamp because light flooded into the room.

  Edge still couldn’t see either man now, but she could hear them and knew the detective could too.

  “I’m not surprised to see you here, Ethan.”

  “Nor should you be since this is my house.”

  “A technicality soon to be rectified.”