“No. My mate died more than twenty years ago. I have a daughter. She's all grown up now, but she's still my little girl.” His smile was full of pride and affection.
She smiled back warmly. “I know what you mean. My daughter is already married, but I still think of her as my baby.”
Lindsay pushed herself up and knelt on the mattress. Her hands crept up his solid chest to his face. Holding his face in both hands, she took a moment to stare long and hard into his handsome face. She wanted to see him clearly, not through a haze of drunken lust.
He held himself still for her, not flinching under her intense scrutiny. Lindsay liked what she saw in his face, his eyes. Strength, warmth, love. He was a loving father, a good man. And she was sure, a good husband as well. He had asked if she had a husband, a mate. From the fire in his eyes, she knew without a doubt that he would never touch her if she belonged to someone else.
Lindsay smiled a little sadly. It would be nice to belong to someone, and have someone belong to her. Someone who was hers, and hers alone.
Perhaps just for tonight, in this crazily realistic drunken dream of hers, she could pretend that Sean was hers.
“Be mine,” she whispered. “Be mine tonight, Sean.”
He sucked in a breath at her words. “Lindsay.” Very tenderly, he stroked her hair back from her face and neck.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. “Kiss me,” she begged.
With a finger under her chin, he tilted her face up to him. Softly, he slanted his lips across hers and kissed her. The kiss was gentle, tender, lingering, and it made Lindsay want more. There was kindness and love in that kiss, and a simmering, growing desire.
Sean pulled away briefly and kissed her on the nose and over her eyelids. She gasped at the sweetness of his gesture. He made her feel so precious, so beautiful and loved.
But beneath the sweetness was a spiraling, scorching heat. Lindsay was already melting against him when he grabbed her and kissed her again.
This time, his mouth was demanding and hungry. He kissed her passionately, deeply, his hands moving down her chest to knead her breasts. Lindsay gasped into his mouth and she clung to his strong shoulders, her body boneless with need.
He could kiss her to orgasm if he kept going.
Lindsay was breathless and dizzy by the time he released her. “Sean,” she rasped.
He must have heard the plea in her voice. There was a tearing sound and her blouse floated to the floor in shreds.
Pushing her onto her back, he towered over her and pulled his t-shirt up over his head, revealing his toned body in its full glory. Lindsay could hardly breathe. He was magnificent. His torso was ripped, tanned and glistening with sweat. Lindsay murmured her appreciation of his fine, masculine form. She wanted to lick him all over, slowly taste and savor him all night like a delectable, forbidden treat.
Lindsay lay panting on the bed, naked from the waist up. They were both still wearing their jeans, and she never knew that jeans could be such a turn on. She pushed herself up on her elbows and watched the distance close between them as he prowled towards her. Their half naked bodies looked seriously hot together.
Sean's strong arms tunneled under her as he kissed her hard. His lips moved from her jaw to her neck, and nibbled their way down her body. Lindsay moaned when she felt his mouth latch onto her breast. He began to pull at her nipple as he sucked and bit her. Rolling her nipple between his teeth, he clamped down firmly on her hard, erect nipple, increasing the pressure by degrees. His fingers found her other nipple and he pinched and stroked her peak until it pebbled. Lindsay raised her hips to him and ground desperately against his crotch. He had his mouth and hands all over her heaving breasts, but she needed to have him inside her.
She grabbed his silky hair in her fists and groaned as he continued tormenting her with his tongue. His devilishly skilful tongue flicked and lapped at her needy, aching nipples, making her cry out for more.
Her hands moved down his broad back and clutched desperately at his hips. Those pesky jeans needed to come off. She wanted to feel his scorching skin against hers, burning into her, branding her. And she wanted to be completely naked beneath him.
Sean growled when she wrenched down his zip. Their hands tangled as they struggled to undress each other. They couldn't wait to get naked together. And it seemed they couldn't get enough of each other.
Lindsay was almost delirious with lust and happiness. This hot, hunky, powerful alpha male was burning up with hunger and desire for her. For her! She was driving this sexy shifter out of his mind.
The realization was startling, and empowering. It made her want to purr with pride.
Kicking off their jeans, they fell together in a heap on the bed. Sean's hands moved between her legs and he began to finger her folds. She heard him inhale sharply when he felt how wet she was for him.
Dipping a finger into her, he smeared her juices across her pussy lips and stroked tentatively at her clit. Lindsay spread her legs wider for him, panting softly under his touch. Sean's hands were gentle but assured. He kept fingering her and circling her engorged clit with his thumb. When she threw back her head and moaned, Sean pushed two fingers into her and fucked her slowly with his fingers. He slid languidly in and out of her body, coaxing her juices out and teasing and stretching the walls of her tight channel.
She gasped when she felt him push another finger in. “So tight, Lindsay,” he gritted out, sweat beading on his forehead. “You are too fucking tight.”
He pulled out of her abruptly and threw her legs over his muscular shoulders. His tongue replaced his fingers, and she felt his stiffened tongue penetrate her. Her pleasure began to build, swirling and spiraling to a shuddering climax. “Don't stop,” she rasped. “Please...”
A scream of blinding ecstasy tore from her as she bucked off the mattress. She came again and again, but still he didn't stop. He licked and sucked her relentlessly, refusing to release her body until she was absolutely spent and shivering with pleasure.
“Oh, Sean,” she whispered.
She saw his smirk as he kissed up her body. He was obviously a very confident and skilful lover. He was a dream lover, and for a moment, she wondered how many women he had pleasured before her.
Dozens? Hundreds?
She caught herself pouting and narrowed her eyes. Why should she feel...jealous? It was none of her business how many women Sean had bedded before her. He was not hers. Besides, he was just a dream, right? Her dream lover. When she woke up in the morning, he would be gone.
But this dream felt so real, so right. She wanted this to be more than a dream. And she wanted him for more than a night.
Lindsay gazed up into a pair of deep, amber eyes. Sean's lips met hers, and as he lowered his body to her, all thought fled from her mind. She was aware only of the heat between them, and how good it was to feel him in her arms.
With his knees, Sean nudged her thighs apart. Lindsay gasped as she felt his long, thick shaft inching into her body. Her eyes widened at the size of him. She felt a sudden sharp pain as his cock stretched and tested her clenching walls.
When she cried out, he froze. She saw the veins pulsing at the side of his neck as he held himself absolutely still. “Am I hurting you?” he asked through clenched teeth.
Lindsay shook her head. “Just...go slow, okay? I...I haven't done this in a while. In a long while actually.”
There was a gleam of male satisfaction in Sean's eyes. Lindsay blushed and traced her fingers down his rock hard biceps. “I've almost forgotten how it feels...to have a man in my bed,” she murmured under her breath. Sighing, she smiled shyly up at him. “It feels good, very, very good.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Sean couldn't help that shit-eating smile on his face. From the shy look on her face, he could tell that she simply had no idea what her words did to him. He was going to burst with pleasure and pride. This saucy, curvy bombshell didn't tumble
into bed with any male who made a pass at her. He was sure that men made passes at her. All. The. Time. He was male. He knew his kind all too well. A female like her would attract the attention of any male, human, shifter, even the undead.
He held her possessively in his arms. “You are mine, Lindsay,” he breathed. “Mine.”
There would be no other man in her bed. Ever.
He was her man. And she was his female, his mate.
Sean wanted to claim her and mark her, right now. But he was afraid of hurting her. She felt so soft and fragile in his arms. And she wasn't a shifter. She was a human, a sweet, amazing human woman.
He had no doubt that she was tough and strong. To bring up a kid single-handedly was no mean feat. She had concentrated on providing and caring for her child instead of going out and getting a string of boyfriends. Sean felt a surge of respect and admiration for her. Here was a lioness who prioritized her cub over her personal and sex life. Men would be falling over themselves to ask her out or get into her pants. But for so many years, her sole focus had been the well-being of her daughter. She was a woman after his own heart. A selfless, brave, strong parent. A wonderful mother.
Sean had to close his eyes briefly, humbled at the realization that she was his mate. His mate was...amazing. It was clear that she had gone through a lot, but she wasn't hardened. She hadn't grown cold and cynical. She still had her good humor and good cheer, and was full of life and love.
His lion wanted her, but the man was fast falling for her as well. She was so beautiful and strong and sweet.
“I want you, Lindsay,” he whispered, looking deeply into her eyes. “I...need you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Then take me,” she whispered.
That was all he needed to hear.
He plunged into her, burying himself to the hilt inside her lush, quivering body. Her sweet, slick heat surrounded and enveloped him, pulling him deeper into her. “Lindsay...” His breath was coming in short, sharp bursts. She felt so good, so perfect.
Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed hard. Unable to resist, Sean bent down and took one breast deep into his mouth. Suckling her greedily, he began to move his hips.
She made small, whimpering noises as he stroked his cock in and out of her hot, tight pussy. She was so wet, and she felt so fucking good. He was afraid he wasn't going to last. He might just come all over himself like a bumbling adolescent.
“Lindsay...you are making me lose control. You are driving me out of my fucking mind,” he grated.
A coy, triumphant smile spread across her face.
“Good,” she crowed. “I'm going to drive you wild, Sean Hunter. I'm going to make you...mine.”
Sean's eyes flew open.
She wanted...him?
“I'm going to mark you, Lindsay,” he said slowly.
She stretched her arms above her head and purred, “Do it.”
Sean stared down at her for a beat and reared up. His lion let out a claiming roar, and as her eyes widened, he grabbed her and pushed her onto her knees.
Gripping the soft, fleshy globes of her buttocks, he sank into her and began to thrust. She was gripping the sheets in her fists as he pounded furiously into her from behind. She turned her head to the side and he leaned forward to devour her mouth. He didn't stop pistoning in and out of her body, and the sound of their flesh slapping wetly together filled the room.
Sean let out a guttural sound as her walls began to ripple and pulse around him. She orgasmed with a keening cry, and when he grabbed her swaying breasts and grazed her nipples repeatedly with his fingers, she climaxed again.
Sean pulled completely out of her to see her juices coating every inch of his huge cock. The sight and scent of her was pushing him over the edge. With an earth-shattering roar, he plunged into her. His teeth found the base of her neck and he bit down on her sweet, soft flesh. At the same instant, his cock jerked and released jets and jets of his hot seed into her body.
Lindsay screamed his name, and together, they crashed headlong into a drowning, never-ending climax. The explosive pleasure went on and on as he kept stroking in and out of her. He wanted their bodies to be joined forever. He wanted to take her over and over again. Fuck her till she couldn't walk. Drive her insane with pleasure so that she couldn't stand not having him inside her. She was his, his woman, his mate, for life. There was no doubt about it. His lion had made sure that he knew it and marked her as his this very night.
Now, he only had to convince her to keep him.
Very gently, Sean lowered Lindsay's trembling body onto the bed. Her skin was flushed and warm from their love-making, her body pliant and sated.
He gazed into her rosy face, and touched her lips with a kiss that was infinitely tender.
She yawned and smiled contentedly. “Sleep with me?” she asked drowsily.
Kissing the top of her head, Sean took her into his arms and cuddled her.
“Will you still be here when I wake up?” she mumbled, half asleep.
“I have to see to some pride business in the morning, but I'll be back,” he said softly.
He heard a snort, but Lindsay made no further reply. She was already snoring.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lindsay snapped her eyes open and stared at the ceiling. It took her a few seconds to recognize her bedroom. Pushing herself up, she frowned and took a good look around. Sunlight was streaming in through her bedroom window. She groaned and glanced at her alarm clock. She had overslept. It was already ten o'clock. She was usually out of bed by seven.
Lindsay stared round her bedroom. Everything looked the same. Her dressing table, wardrobe, armchair and piles of books were all in their places. Nothing had changed. She was back in her world, back in her bedroom, in her bed. Alone.
Holding her breath, Lindsay turned her head sharply to the side. Nope. No sexy shifter in her bed.
It had all been just a dream.
But what a dream. It was the most fantastic, incredible dream ever!
Lindsay sighed and closed her eyes, hoping to see her dream lover again in her mind. She smiled indulgently as her brain began to play tantalizing, erotic images of a hot, handsome shifter in her bed. He was a hunkalicious werelion, a great lover and a perfect gentleman. He had swept her off her feet and taken her to bed. His name was Sean Hunter. Why, she had even dreamed of a sexy name for him! Anyway, he had gazed at her with love and longing, and they had gotten naked together...
Lindsay bolted upright with a shriek. Naked. She was naked! Naked as a newborn babe!
Yanking the covers away, she stared down her bare, flushed body. Her skin felt hot and tingly, and there was a strange, delicious ache between her legs.
Did she...have sex?
“It...it wasn't a dream!” Lindsay buried her face in her hands and groaned. “What have I done?”
She had gotten drunk and gotten laid. That's what she had done.
Jerking her head up, she gasped, “Sean Hunter.”
She didn't dream him up. Sean Hunter had really come into her house, and made love to her.
She had been all over him, flirting with him shamelessly and seducing him. Her face burned with embarrassment. Sean had seemed like such a nice guy. He had helped her into her house when she had been heaving and blubbering all over the sidewalk. He was a gentleman, a good neighbor, an upright citizen. She remembered his words with shocking clarity: “Only if you say yes.”
He had made love to her, but only because she'd wanted him to. She couldn't remember what she'd said to him, but she felt certain that she had begged the good man to fuck her. “Shit, shit, shit!” Lindsay threw the pillow over her head. “I'm such a slut! I made a complete fool of myself!”
It was a pity fuck. She knew it. A hot, sexy shifter like Sean Hunter wouldn't care for a stumpy, plump, middle-aged hag like her. He would have model types with bronzed legs that went on forever hanging all over his muscly arms.
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p; He had pleasured her out of the goodness of his heart. It wasn't desire. It was charity. He was a good man, and he didn't want to hurt her feelings. So he'd slept with her.
Misty Valley wasn't a big town. Lindsay was sure that she would run into him again. She didn't want things to be awkward between them.
Scrambling out of bed, she stumbled towards the bathroom. Her legs were wobbly, and she felt as though warm, melted chocolate were coursing through her veins.
She hadn't experienced the afterglow of sex in such a long time. It felt...unreal. But amazing.
As she stood under the shower and turned her face towards the pelting water droplets, the image of their entwined bodies seared the back of her eyelids. She remembered how his body had felt against hers, how he had gazed at her. She remembered his whispers, his touch, and the consuming hunger and want in his eyes.
Could it be?
Could he really want her?
She hadn't seen any pity in his eyes. But maybe she had just been too drunk to notice.
You are mine, Lindsay. Mine.
She jerked as his words seemed to echo around the bathroom. His voice had been so strong, so sure.
She had been wrong about him being a dream. Could she be wrong about his intentions towards her as well?
What if...he hadn't slept with her out of pity? What if...
“Argh!” The what-ifs were driving her crazy!
She had to know the answers to these what-ifs. And she wasn't one to wait for answers to come to her. She always found her own way, her own answers.
She would go look for him. She would find Sean Hunter.
She would go to town and make enquiries. Someone was sure to know him.
Hunter.
Hmm, there was a hotel called Hunter's Lodge in the middle of town. She had stayed in that small, cozy hotel when she came to Misty Valley for Mina and Declan's wedding. The receptionist had been a sweet, warm, helpful young lady. Allison, her name was. She had taken the afternoon off and taken Lindsay on a brief but insightful tour around town. She told Lindsay where to get the best bargains and bagels, and which dodgy shopkeepers to avoid.
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