Status Updates From Lucas (Southern Shifters, #1)

“You do know what will happen when you kill her, right? With their powers now bound together, if one dies they both die. It’s what makes them so powerful together. And I can't guarantee I can harvest any of it.”

“It still amazed him how every curve of her body fit perfect against his.”

“I have to taste you. Your new scent is about to make me fucking crazy.”
“New scent?”
“Oh, yeah. You’re marked now and every cat around will know it. You carry my scent as well as yours. It calls to me.” Flipping her onto her back, right there on the soft throw rug, he spread her legs wide and stared down at her. “Look at you, so beautiful and hot. Making me crazy with need.”

“Yes, baby, that’s perfect. Suck me while I watch you touch yourself. Show me how much you need me.”

“It’s impossible for you to leave me now, or I you. We can no longer survive without each other. At least not well. The longing would drive us or maybe just me, mad.”

“He was her only chance. His heart clutched. What would they do if she survived tonight? Would she ever believe his true feelings? That he saw her as far more than a duty. He couldn’t think of that right now. He had to save her. Her life was more important than her anger.”

“When he slept he dreamt about her continuously, but the dreamwalking had ended. He only dreamt of what had been between them. But every time just before he woke, he would hear her plead with him. Help me. Please. It really was driving him insane. He needed her so badly. He was in a constant state of arousal and his being in solitude this time had made him miserable.”

“The last time he’d seen Kira in his dreams, she’d seemed hopeless and sad. He’d been so angry with her over her betrayal he had refused to listen to what she’d been trying to tell him. He wished now he had listened. His instincts were screaming at him to find her. She was in some sort of serious trouble.”

“She liked the possessive way he held her, rubbed against her, as if seeking more touch and more pleasure for them both.”

“In psi clans, sexual dreamwalking only occurred at the onset of mating and only possible with their true mate. It was nature’s way for them to find each other.”

“A soft gasp escaped her. He wasn’t just a cougar, he was the cougar. The legendary black cougar she’d heard stories of, the one everyone said didn’t exist, the one she’d encountered one day as a child...the one she’d spent years searching for. She’d eventually convinced herself it had been a dream.
A dream. It all made so much more sense now.”

“What would she say if he told her all he really wanted to do right now was lay her out in front of him, spread her legs wide, and feast on her instead of the food they’d ordered? He imagined she tasted even sweeter than the scent of her arousal that continued to torment him.”

“Sexual dream walking with her potential mate she understood, but envisioning the same man being held prisoner by the military and hidden away in a deserted facility was a little over the top, even for her.”

“He needed to escape soon and find this woman who tormented his sleep.
Everything about her called to him. His need to dominate and control grew with every night’s dream and the moment he was free there would be no stopping the beast.”

“This is mine," he said. He leaned forward and scraped his teeth between her shoulder blades.”

What are you—” Her voice trembled.
“Shh. You have nothing to fear from me,” he interrupted. “I won’t hurt you...more than you want.”His words must have excited her as her inner muscles tightened around his invading finger."Like that, baby?" He slid in a second finger and pushed deep. He sure as fuck did.”

“So fucking hot," he spoke against her lips.
Her eyes widened at his words."Tell me this isn't crazy."She shook her hand frantically, fear flooding her eyes. "Maybe crazy. But. Please. Don't. Stop."He smiled and slid a finger inside her. Her eyes got impossibly wider as a low wail filled the room."Goddess you're tight.”

“He stepped closer, absorbing the heat radiating from her skin and inhaling her sweet scent. Thank fuck for the heightened senses of the cougar. The delicious smell of this aroused female made his body tighten.”

Ever since the binding spell the witch had used to capture him,he’d only found one person to reach. The sexy redhead that came to him every time he slept. The only thing he knew for sure about her was the fact that she drove him wild with desire, and if he ever laid hands on her, he'd never let go. Hell, it was a pretty good bet that when he was freed from this hellhole, he’d hunt her down. If she really existed.

“As Guardian, it was his duty to protect clan secrets above all else. Which sometimes meant delivering a death sentence to those who threatened their safety.”

The man in the cell.
She didn’t have many details about him other than what he looked like and sounded like. But what she did know, with every ounce of instinct she possessed?
What he was.
Her true mate.
Had to be. No one else could possibly have that kind of control to get inside her mind again and again uninvited.

The Tallan,her psychic ability to see thru another persons eyes,came to her when she had specific problems to work through enabling her to solve situations far more effectively than normal human.Shed been using this gift with extreme clarity,until several days ago when she dreamt of a man shed never met.A man who reached out to her night after night,gripping her with sexual desire so strong she had difficulty coping.

“With the onset of her mating call, her normally laser sharp and accurate visions had gone straight past weird and into creepy land with the line between reality and fiction no longer easy to detect.”