She bolted upright. Goddess. That was the thing about being a seer. She couldn’t control what she saw. But it also meant, as a general rule, that she didn’t see anything which had anything to do with herself. But this dream-vision-nightmare was all to do with her.
The sleep mask had come off. Her clock announced three a.m. in blazing red numbers. Hateful thing. She reached for the glass of water next to her bed, but it was empty, and bathroom water never tasted the same. With care, she made her way down the stairs. When she rounded the corner, she could feel eyes settle on her. They glowed from the other side of the slider. The brown eyes of her egg-eating wolf. Emma opened the door, and Flint’s human feet hit the linoleum of her kitchen.
“Did you learn nothing? You almost died. And you let a strange shifter into your house in the middle of the night.”
Emma squeezed her eyes tightly shut and pinched the bridge of her nose.
Flint continued. “How do you expect to get through life, Emma, if you can’t protect yourself? I could have been a serial killer.”
“Are you done?” Emma leaned against the counter. She was fine, just a little weak from inactivity.
“No.” He stared at her hair. “Yes.”
She wrangled it into a spare ponytail holder she’d left lying on the counter.
Flint watched her hands, and then his eyes rested on the logo on her chest. The night air was frosty and the slider sat open. Goosebumps formed on her legs, and her nipples were tight in the chill of the late winter night.
She closed the slider and held her hand up. The shirt rode up her backside. “Do you think me a fool?”
“What? No,” he drawled.
“You think I didn’t know that was you? The first night I fed you eggs?”
“You didn’t know it was me.”
“Maybe not a hundred percent, but I had a hunch. And after we . . .” They hadn’t slept together. He’d made her float and then sent her on her way.
“After we what?” He took a step closer to her.
She held her breath. “What were you doing outside my house? Again?”
“How did you know it was me?” In the dim light, his pupils and brown eyes bled together.
She put her hand up and ran it down his cheek. Their power blended, dancing up and down her bare arms. “You didn’t answer my question.”
His hand tilted her head up. “You didn’t answer mine,” he growled.
“You’re not like anyone else. You could shift into a raccoon and I would recognize you.”
“A raccoon, huh?” He walked her backwards, and with his knee, he nudged her legs apart and lifted her onto the counter.
“You didn’t answer me, Flint. Why are you here?” Emma’s breaths were shallow. Touching him gave her zings of not only magical energy but a buzz in her core that left her wet for him.
“I needed to know you were safe.” His nose trailed down her neck. He barely touched her skin, and she gave a whole-body shiver.
“I’m safe. I’m here. I’m absolutely fine. Spring Ridge PD is out front,” she whispered.
He huffed. “Maybe you need to be better than fine.” His lips brushed her skin, and he licked down her neck to the hollow spot on her collarbone.
Her lips sucked in air, and her knees spread wide as she gasped. “Flint.” Her legs curled around his hips, bringing him closer to her. His cock was hard and hit her in the right spot.
He moaned. “Emma.” His hand hesitated at the hem of her shirt—actually, his shirt that she had on.
For a brief moment, she considered swatting his hand away, but she couldn’t, even if she wanted to. Her skin pebbled as he ran his fingers up her stomach to the underside of her breasts.
“Please,” she said. Her pulse thumped in her core.
His lips encased hers, and his tongue teased her mouth open. She hadn’t wanted that kiss to end before, and it wasn’t ending now. He wasn’t pushing her away. He played with her nipple, his other hand in her hair. His body forced her legs open wider. His tongue slid along hers, pulled it in and let it go. Her hands slid around his neck, and she tangled her fingers in his silky dark hair. She tried to keep up, but his lips controlled every movement they made.
He stepped back, a wicked grin on his face. “Emma, what am I going to do with you?”
She had hopes, lots of hopes, that didn’t end with him leaving too soon. “I have a few ideas.” Emma laughed.
Flint grabbed her thighs and pulled her off the counter. He tugged the hem of her shirt up and over her head. She shivered, the cool air radiating through the kitchen window behind her so different from the heat Flint gave off.
“I’m going to give you another orgasm that will have you floating to the ceiling. I’ll make you scream my name. Loud enough your old neighbors will hear you from their winter home in Florida. And then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” he growled.
Her pussy clenched at his words.
“I’m not stopping this time, Emma, so if you want me to stop, you need to tell me to go, and go right now.” He held her with his brown eyes.
If he’d asked, she would have turned the world upside down for him. Drained her power and poured it down the sink. Anything for him. She was going to let him take her right there on the counter, or on the floor, she didn’t care. She’d never done it anywhere but a bed before, but she would have spread herself wide on the top of her refrigerator if he wanted it. She nodded.
Flint smiled, his teeth gleamed, and his eyes glowed, the wolf right beneath the surface. Her hands gripped the counter behind her.
He trailed his hand down inside her panties, and his fingers easily slipped between her wet folds. He pressed one finger into her and back out. Catching and swirling it around her plump bundle of nerves.
Emma rose onto her toes, pressing against his hand. Her breath hitched at the intensity.
