Marie Harte - The Perfect Creation

Erin could control her scent, usually. From what he’d seen of her, she appeared to use it when threatened, or when she wanted to take charge of a situation. And he had to admit, her pheromones had seriously screwed with his head before. Yet tonight she hadn’t used her scent to ensnare him. He’d been just as hard, if not harder, to have her once he saw her clothes clinging to her body. Which led him to his second big question of the night. Why the hell had she jumped into the stream?

So many questions and no answers.

Frustrated at what promised to be a dangerous, potentially addicting situation, Rafe almost wished he hadn’t been so tired of waiting on his brother. After all, Erin had been there to talk to Cheltam, and she’d planned on kidnapping his brother before he’d shown up. Yet the thought of her and Gar together suddenly made him see red, and Rafe stared at her in bewilderment.

Rafe didn’t suffer jealousy. He didn’t lose control with women. And he sure as hell had never been knocked out cold by one. But in the span of one short, day, Erin had him spinning in so many circles he felt dizzy. And that was to say nothing of this majorly messy situation with Blue Rim that would only get worse.

Erin sighed and murmured at his throat, her lips brushing his pulse, and Rafe pulled her closer, needing more contact. Hell. A Creation or criminal, take your pick, brought you to wainu not once, but twice. You barely know her. You should arrest her. And all you can think about is burying yourself in her again. You’ve got it bad, Rafe. Really, really bad.

“Shit.” Rafe shook his head and tightened his arms, not willing to let her go. Not yet.

But with Sernal missing in action and Gar giving orders—Flor help him—Rafe knew he had to find answers, and fast. A few hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt, though. And after what they’d been through, Erin had earned her share.

She murmured his name and moaned softly, and Rafe felt a curious sensation in the vicinity of his heart. Erin clearly didn’t trust much, yet she lay here in his arms, asleep. The joy that afforded him should have bothered him more. But he couldn’t help the stupid grin lighting his face as he held her close.

Erin’s cocoon shifted, allowing a slight waft of cool air to hit her bare bottom. Frowning, she took a deep breath and immediately scented Cheltam—Rafe.

Slowly blinking into the darkness, she adjusted her vision so she could see clearly. Erin lay on her side in Rafe’s arms, her shirt draped half over her back. Rafe’s heartbeat felt slow and steady under her palm, but when she leaned back to look at his face, she saw his golden gaze fixed to hers.

“You didn’t sleep long.”

She licked her lips, flushing when he followed the movement with a lazy grin. “I, ah, normally don’t need much sleep.” Correction, she didn’t take more than catnaps all day because she didn’t trust Blue Rim not to show up on her door at any moment.

He stroked her back with long, sensual caresses that made her want him all over again.

“I have questions, honey, that even the greatest sex in the System can’t put off.” Erin stared. Greatest sex in the System? She tried but failed to contain the grin threatening to take over her entire face.

“You like that,” he grumbled, a smile curling his lips. “You like making me burn.”

“Me?” She pushed him back and touched him, relishing the idea that she truly desired Rafe. So far, despite his background, she couldn’t help liking him. And she definitely had no complaints about his body or the way he used it.

“Yes, you.” Rafe sighed. “I’d much rather sink inside you again, but I need to know—” Erin grabbed his cock, marvelling at the hard shape of him in contrast to the smooth, soft skin covering his shaft. “Why can’t we do both?” He sucked in a breath. “You’re really making it hard to concentrate.” She laughed, in a wonderful, playful mood that deserved exploration. When was the last time she’d had fun? Honest, non-recorded fun that had nothing to do with tests or Blue Rim? “Hard is good.”

Erin kissed him slowly, building the need between them. The heat constantly present whenever she caught his particular scent flared, and she straddled him without conscious thought, instinctively knowing what to do. Just like when she’d taken him in her mouth and brought him to bliss. Erin knew what he’d like, and what she wanted.

Grabbing his cock, she held him steady while she lowered herself over him. As before, he filled her completely, but the impaled sensation pushed him even deeper towards her womb.

“Flor’s mercy, you feel so good,” he groaned and grasped her waist.

She agreed, especially when he pushed her up, then let her slide down him again.

“Oh, yes. That’s it.” She rocked over him, playing with her pace and roughness, finding a rhythm she liked. But Rafe stopped her too soon. “What?”

“Keep it up and I’ll come.” His raw voice sent another surge of heat through her, and without thought, her arousal pulsed through her pores to draw him closer. “Fuck.” Rafe clenched her hips like a lifeline, dragging in a breath of her perfume. “I’m going to punish you for that, you little tease. But I need to know a few things first.”

His restraint only increased her ardour. No other male had ever been able to resist her.

Not even her Creator or Handler, though they’d tried. They had years of training on their side, but when she’d finally made up her mind to leave, enticing them to show their vulnerabilities had been frighteningly easy.

Rafe, however, matched her will. And she wanted more than anything to give him what he needed.

“Ask me your questions.” She would tell him what he wanted to hear. Whatever he needed, she’d give him.

Rafe closed his eyes and forced her to remain still, and she could feel his hard cock pulsing with his heartbeat, her sensitivity incredibly tuned to his. “I’m sorry, baby, but if I don’t ask now, I have a feeling we’ll be knee-deep in peacemakers and scientists before you know it.” Rafe shifted his hips, rubbing her clit against his pelvic bone, and she moaned.

“That’s right. I’m filling you, baby. Just me. I own you now.”

“ Yes .” Ecstasy consumed her, and she understood what Anin always sought but had never found during her sexual trysts. The ability to surrender fully, mind and body, to another.

“Blue Rim. Are they really as bad as you say they are?”

“Yes.”

“They’re using prisoners in their experiments?” His grip gentled and he thrust deeper inside her, arching into her sex.

The movement jolted her body to claw at fulfilment. “I’m telling the truth, yes.” She clenched her inner walls, and he cursed, moving inside her again.

“Then tell me one more truth, baby. You’re not and never were a prisoner, right?” Her mind shrieked at her to deny it, but her will was no longer her own. The urge to submit overwhelmed her need to maintain her secret. “No,” she whispered, lost when he touched her clit, rubbing the nub as he pushed her to ride him harder.

“They created you, didn’t they?”

She didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want to say it. But seeing him stare up at her as if she were his salvation, she slowly nodded.

Rafe only rubbed her faster, and then the hand still gripping her hip moved up to cup her breast, pinching the bud with delicious roughness. “ Fuck. Come around me, Erin. Suck me deep, baby, while I come inside you.” His harsh command elated her, pushing her into an all-encompassing climax.

She could barely breathe as the state of perfection blanketed her, and as Rafe shouted his own release, both his seed and his spirit found her, bathing her with comfort and warmth, and what felt oddly enough like true affection.