Carson entered her new office in what they laughingly referred to as Amelia’s toy box—an enormous sea cave that had been revamped, expanded and designed to be hidden from prying eyes. It was now a functional hangar complete with repair and maintenance facilities and housed two H225M as well as two Apache and two Viper helicopters—all heavily armed and all made for military transportation and combat. Amelia had deigned to allow Colby to keep a Viper and another transport H225M up at Windsong.

The hangar was ingenious, and every time Carson thought about the expense of his state-of-the-art research facility as well as the upgrades and additions needed for Polaris, it made him feel a whole lot better when he thought about not only the hangar, but the helicopters it housed. Down below, by the docks, there was a gorgeous vintage de Havilland Beaver.

Armed with lunch and a bottle of sauvignon blanc, he entered her domain. Some men might have found it intimidating, but Carson found everything about his mate incredibly sexy. She was a strong warrior who had earned the respect of those in her command. She was also a team player within the command structure and was often able to balance the testosterone when it rose to toxic levels.

She was hunched over her desk, working away on her laptop. At the moment, she was devising the air support strategies they would need for their planned raid on the Northern Lights Genome Project’s headquarters just outside Reykjavik.

Amelia looked up, the smile that broke across her face backing up all the lust and love she sent coursing down the link to him. “Hi ya, gorgeous. What did you bring me?”

“Sauteed sablefish with ginger glaze, served over konjac noodles along with a bottle of sauvignon blanc, which should pair well with the sablefish. Its citrusy notes should be refreshing with the delicate buttery flavor of the fish.”

She laughed. “No, that’s not it. You just know that I really like sauvignon blanc, and you’re hoping to get me drunk enough that I’ll lose all my inhibitions. I should tell you, all of my guys are gone for the afternoon, and I thought I might like to have some warm, sexy memories about this office if and when it gets tense.”

“I swear you have one of the dirtiest minds I’ve ever known.”

“Complaining?” she teased.

“Hell, no. I love how your mind works. What did you have in mind?”

“I figured if I got you up here and purred down the link at you, you’d come up with something suitably erotic and amazing—you always do.”

His fated mate was truly spectacular and there wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t thank fate for bringing her into his life.

As she stood up and began to unzip the front of her flight suit, he could feel his dick getting even harder, if that was at all possible. She shimmied out of the flight suit so all that remained was a lacy bra and skimpy panties. Her men would lose their minds if they had any idea the kind of sexy lingerie she wore under the utilitarian garment.

“Take them off and get on the desk,” he rumbled at her, allowing the most feral form of his human self off the leash. She brought that out in him—some dominant alpha male he’d never really known existed until she literally crashed into his life.

She hesitated for a moment before smiling and removing the last of her clothing. She eased up onto the desk, sitting with her ass on the edge and her legs spread. He could easily see and smell her aroused sex with its flushed skin, her nipples drawn into tight peaks and the sweet perfume of her arousal permeating the air.

He advanced, setting the picnic basket down before stepping between her thighs. He leaned down, his mouth covering hers as his tongue plunged deep, sliding across hers—tangling and dancing with it. His hands found her breasts and she shuddered as he began to caress them, all the while purring to her. Amelia was the most wildly responsive female he’d ever known.

One hand remained on her breasts while the other went down to cup her mound. It was an intimate and possessive gesture and never failed to produce a shiver in her. Her entire body seemed to come alive, going all soft, ripe, and ready for him. Reluctantly he left her mouth and kissed his way down her throat to the breast he’d left exposed with nothing to cover it. He made short work of that by sucking her nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue across the sensitive tip but focusing more on the areola.

Trembling at his touch, Amelia began to purr, her hands coming up to run her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. God, she knew just what to do to him.

Pushing her onto her back, he allowed his fingers to play with the petals of her sex, parting them so he could tease the opening to her pussy. Amelia sighed and brought her legs up to embrace his body. It never ceased to amaze him that as desperate as he was for her, she was always just as needy, oftentimes more so. His finger circled her clit, and the purr became deeper, more resonant. She adjusted her body, tilting her hips up in wanton invitation. Yes, that was what she was—wanton and all his.

Carson continued to suckle her nipple, every so often giving it the edge of his teeth, as he played with her swollen nub and stroked her labia. The first thing that her weeping pussy would get was his hard cock.

“God, Carson, please.”

Carson unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and pushed them down past his ass. Lining himself up with the entrance to her core, he spread her wide and sank his cock deep in a single, long, slow push. Amelia arched up, crying out his name and grasping at him.

Her pussy clamped down hard, contracting around his dick in rhythmic spasms. God, he loved it when she came just from being mounted. He didn’t move and simply allowed her to writhe beneath him as her orgasm washed over them both. Although not physical for him, he could feel her immense pleasure and satisfaction as it flowed through the link to him.

When her breathing returned to something closer to normal and her pussy was threatening to strangle him, he drew back then surged in powerfully, making her clutch at his biceps. His lips curled up in a primal smile. Amelia responded so easily, so passionately, so willingly to him. She always seemed ready to give and receive pleasure. He had but to stroke her skin—and not just in the erogenous zones—for her to preen under his hand.

He set up a strong and steady rhythm, thrusting back and forth. He pounded into her, reveling in her response as she came a second time, soaring even higher and keening her need for him.

“Carson…”

“Mine,” he growled and loved how her body shuddered in surrender and need.

Her body softened and her inner walls quivered as she wallowed in her lust for him. Once again, her breathing sped up and the yowls became softer, more entreating, pleading whimpers. She called his name as she clung to him, her pussy squeezing him tight.

Carson hammered her pussy, glorying in the way she responded each and every time they came together. Both were convinced this was not the first lifetime they had shared. The sex had been amazing from the beginning and had only gotten better since then. Nothing mattered when he was thrusting inside her—everything else faded away and all that he concerned himself with was her and her pleasure. As long as he could do this for her, his life was complete. He slammed his pelvis against her over and over again in a relentless rhythm.

He felt his balls drawing up tight as he surged in and out of her with a commanding speed and tempo. As she screamed in ecstasy again, her pussy convulsed as it clamped down hard and she writhed in his embrace. Carson let go and his release flooded his system with a rapture beyond compare. He continued to pump into her, emptying himself as her wet heat surrounded him, milking his cock and savoring every bit of pleasure he offered.

Stepping back, he pulled up and refastened his jeans before bending over, retrieving the picnic basket and setting it on her desk. When she made a move to get off the desk, he growled.

“I’m not through with you yet, but I will see that you get sustenance before I have at you again and our lunch gets cold.”

He scooped her up from the front of the desk and then went around to her chair, sitting down and making her comfortable on his lap before pulling everything out of the basket, arranging it on the desk.

“What? No dessert?” she quipped.

His eyes swept over her naked form as he said, “Why do you think I kept you naked?”