Page 7 of His Secret Mate

Lara’s eyes flared not with fear, but with a lust and a need that matched his own. Orion ran his hands down her sides, holding her in place as he began to kiss her throat, ripping open her blouse and somehow rendering her naked without even realizing how he had done so. He didn’t care about the how, only that she was without clothes and wildly aroused. Her skin was flushed, and her nipples were hard and the color of ripe berries.

She scrambled backwards, trying to get away from him, but he growled low in his throat, sending the reverberations of his need down the bonding link that was beginning to form. Cupping her breasts with his hands, flicking and then rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefingers, he kissed, licked, and nipped his way down her body until he reached the juncture of her thighs.

Orion nuzzled her sex. “Spread your legs for me, Lara.”

“No,” she said, trying to bring her hands down to push him away.

He released her breasts, grabbing both her wrists in his one hand, pinning them over her head before bringing his free hand back to her nipples and nipping the inside of her thighs.

“Spread your legs.”

The anguished cry of surrender only heightened his ardor. Lara spread her legs, bending them slightly at the knee so that he had the most incredible view of her aroused pussy. She was ripe and ready for him—wanton in her feral response to his need. Lowering his head, he licked her from clit to slit and back again in a single long swipe. Lara moaned and squirmed but didn’t really fight him.

Orion released her wrists and wrapped his arms beneath and around her thighs so he could make a meal of her. He rolled his tongue around her clit, down to and then just inside her pussy. Her juices poured forth. She was far sweeter than even the wildest honey and he knew he would never get enough of her. Maybe he’d spend each morning for the rest of their lives alternating between sipping his coffee and feasting on her pussy. He rolled his tongue into a narrow pole and then speared her with it, probing deep before flattening it to better lap her juices up. Over and over, he tasted her, playing with her clit to enhance the experience.

The scent and taste of her called to something primal in him, and he had to fight not to go into a frenzy and claim his mate as many of his ancestors had done before. Again and again, he speared her with his tongue, supping her honey, letting it coat his tongue. Lara called his name as her body climaxed, trembling and arching up, pushing her pussy into his face before she went limp in his arms.

He was awakened by the wind howling outside the station. The walls rattled as if icy fingers were trying to pry them apart. Orion stood at the window, staring out into the growing storm. What the fuck was he going to do? Lara wasn’t safe here with him.

That wasn’t exactly true. He would never allow anything to hurt her, but the longer she stayed, the more chance there was that he’d never let her go.

The sky was a swirling mass of gray, the snow falling so thickly it obscured everything beyond a few yards. He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. He was going to have to call it. Taking Lara back to Otter Cove was a no go. The weather had worsened overnight and was now beyond even his capacity to navigate, cutting them off from the outside world for an indeterminate amount of time. He wasn’t even sure they’d be able to get a radio signal through.

He turned away from the window, his frustration mounting. Isolation was a constant companion in the remote research station, but he had planned the supply run meticulously, knowing it might be his only chance to get out for a while. He could provide for them. Even under these harsh conditions, his dire wolf could hunt and kill what they needed to survive. They had food, medical supplies and some crucial equipment Deke had insisted he bring up this supply run. The Resistance was planning to have more of a presence at Aurora Station. Orion’s sense of responsibility weighed heavily on him; it was up to him to ensure the station's continued operation and Lara’s safety.

He pulled on his clothes and made his way down to the kitchen. As he walked, the most amazing smells wafted down the hall. As he entered the common area, he could see Lara had been up. She had her laptop set up, the fire had been tended to and breakfast was cooking.

“Ham, eggs, grits, coffee, and something else,” he said from across the room, announcing his presence so he wouldn’t frighten her.

“Biscuits and red-eye gravy.”

“You didn’t have to go to all this trouble,” he said, sitting down on one of the stools at the island.

“I pulled up a weather report. It doesn’t look like you’re going to be able to get rid of me so quickly.”

“Yeah, I should probably apologize for that. If you keep cooking like this for me, I may not ever let you go.”

She laughed nervously as she prepared a plate for him. “You know the deal—I cook, you clean.”

“That’s a deal I’d take in a heartbeat,” he said smearing butter on the hot, flaky biscuit. “Oh my god, that’s delicious. Do you take requests?”

“Sure, if I know how to make it.”

“One of my favorite things in the world is biscuits and sausage gravy.”

This time the laugh was genuine. “I can do that. You’re easy.”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea how right you are about that.”

She shot him a look, but then seemed to accept the lighthearted, flirtatious banter as just that.

“I know you wanted to work on your research. I’m not sure how long we’ll be here or how much communication we’ll have with the outside world…”

“Not to worry. I downloaded what I needed for a couple of days onto my hard drive. Is the plant far from here?”

“Not too far, but the terrain is rugged. I’m not sure any of the vehicles will make it, but I’ll make sure you get what you need.”

After breakfast, he cleaned up the kitchen and turned to see her seated in the big chair by the fire, her legs crossed underneath her and her laptop resting on her knees. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she appeared to be reviewing data from some kind of experiment. Even in the dim light, her aquamarine eyes were sharp, reflecting a determination that he couldn't help but admire. She might not be as easily seduced and entrapped as he’d first thought. No matter, he’d always liked a challenge.

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