Author's Note: I'm hoping to finish this with 3 more parts by the end of October and then after that no more series for a while.
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Jadyn pressed her lips to Rafael's. She flicked her tongue across his lips, lowered her mouth then took Rafael's lower lip into her mouth and sucked on it, pulling a longing moan from the tiger's sensual lips.
"Babe, you're making it hard...," Rafael groaned feeling his manhood pulse against his zipper.
"That was the idea," Jadyn taunted sexily. She slipped her hand underneath the tiger's cotton shirt, raking her fingers over Rafael's washboard abs, smiling naughtily when she felt them flex. Pressing the soft line of her form against him Rafael wanted to rip off his clothes again and ravish Jadyn's small yet curvaceous body again.
"I mean hard to leave," Rafael murmured against her lips. "As much as I want to stay I have to go to work."
"Too bad you can't call in sick," Jadyn pouted, her jade green eyes full of promise. Rafael threaded his fingers through her maple brown tresses, loving their silkiness. She was only wearing a thin lavender cotton robe but he could feel her soft breasts with their pearling nipples tease his chest.
"Wish I could," Rafael pressed his lips to her forehead. Then he frowned. "But Daunte will want to check in. I'm surprised he didn't storm up here an hour ago to make sure I haven't marked you."
Looking into his royal blue eyes, Jadyn could see there was some disappointment there. She didn't understand it but before she could ask, Rafael gave her lips one last fierce kiss then said goodbye.
She stared after him as he made his way to the elevator and then give her a seductive smirk as the doors slid shut. Jadyn did wonder about Daunte. She half expected to find him waiting outside her door but even he was too proud to do that; to be like a pet house cat waiting for its mistress, scratching at her door to be let in.
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It took everything Rafael had not to turn around and go right back upstairs and mark Jadyn as his own. He wanted to provoke Daunte into a duel de sang, a fight to the death in their world. When someone's honor or property had been defiled then two shifters would challenge then meet and duel it out.
It was an archaic practice that no one really did anymore. The last shifter to issue and die in the challenge was Salvatore Baptiste. Rafael's family was disgraced but not just by the duel de sang but because of what Daunte's father Raymond LaSalle did to Salvatore's sister.
Still thoughts drifted back to last night and being wrapped up in Jadyn's body, her soft breasts pressed against him, her hard nipples teasing across his firm chest as he plunged his fingers deep into her molten sex that tried to suck him up as deep as he could go.
Rafael took a deep breath still smelling Jadyn's faint feminine scent; her deodorant, fresh cotton and lavender scented bath salt. His cock jerked at the memory of her lips wrapped around his thick knob, inching down slowly to engulf his iron hard length, her palms cradling his tight balls trying to coax out his cum.
The tiger licked his lips, touching his swelling crotch. Damn! The icy spikes of revenge buried in his gut began to melt in the way of passion and lust. Rafael was filled with a hunger he needed to satiate again. Right now. Maybe he will call in sick. Jacob could fill in for him for the day.
He was about to text his coworker when the doors opened and his body hair stood on end. Daunte and Holland were standing there, both glaring daggers and bodies in a stance of unflinching determination.
"Daunte," Rafael greeted coldly. "And here I thought I wasn't going to see you just waiting outside... Jadyn's primed and ready for you upstairs." He enjoyed watching Daunte bristle and hear him growl threateningly at the statement.
"Sounds more like you were hoping I would be here," Daunte growled. Rafael could tell the jaguar was hanging by a taut thread of self control. One poke and the thread would snap and he would get his duel de sang. Yet to his disappointment Daunte remained standing where he was. Perhaps it was Holland holding the leash.
"You're going to come with me, Rafael," Holland finally spoke. His tone left no room for debate.
"Am I?" Rafael tilted his head to the side, his sly smile testing Daunte's resolve.
Holland's eyes glowed yellow. Rafael was over confident which was the flaw of many young shifters...
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Jadyn dabbed her wet hair with a towel as she made her way to answer the doorbell that wouldn't stop its incessant ringing.
"Just a minute! God, is there a fire?" Jadyn cried out with impatience. She had just gotten out of the shower and couldn't even stop to put on some clothes. Yet when she opened the door her breath hitched and her blood ran hot.
Daunte was leaning with both hands against the door frame like a Herculean giant ready to break the door down. Jadyn barely had time to get a word out when Daunte pounced, his lips attacking hers with possessive fervor that made Jadyn grow weak in the knees and pussy cream.
"Hey," he gruffly breathed before once more ravishing Jadyn's gasping mouth with his serpentine tongue, licking every inch inside the warm cavern.
Jadyn's mind went foggy as the searing lips nipped, sucked and slid across her own. All she could do was whimper against Daunte's conquering tongue while he dragged her to the floor, kicking the door shut behind him.
She met his sliding tongue with languid strokes, pressing her small body against his muscular figure, like pressing against a brick wall, immovable and unyielding. Jadyn wrapped her arms and legs around Daunte on instinct. The familiarity of his hard, straining muscles, the heat of his skin sliding against hers, the taste of his kiss, and the spicy masculine scent incited a primal heat in her blood making her womb clench with desire and want.
Jadyn groaned into Daunte's ravenous mouth feeling him rock hard, hot and throbbing through his denim jeans grinding against her sex that was growing wetter and hotter with each new thrust.
The jaguar finally released her mouth to trail hot breathy kisses down her damp throat, tasting the water from the shower as well as the natural sweetness of her fair smooth skin. Jadyn dug her fingers into his marbled back, feeling them flex with his every lustful movement.
"We should greet like this all the time," Jadyn's voice was throaty, thick with sexual heat making Daunte's stomach clench in sudden need.
"You shouldn't wear clothes every time," Daunte naughtily replied, nipping her earlobe, his voice like rough satin. He grinned feeling Jadyn tremble beneath him. Jadyn ground her hips right back against the rutting jaguar drawing a ragged moan from his hot lips.
