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Leigh was tired and ready for this deployment to be over. She’d been in Afghanistan for more than six months, and it was time for her to go home. Her cousin and best friend, Elizabeth, had married before she left and just found out that she was expecting a baby. Malcolm and Heath, Elizabeth’s older brothers, had found the woman of their dreams, and Leigh couldn’t wait to meet her.

She sighed. I need to get home to my family. As a trauma surgical nurse in the navy, she had been on many deployments for long lengths of time, and her healing gift came in very handy. She couldn’t replace organs or limbs, but she could stem the flow of blood to buy time and heal less severe wounds. Leigh was also telepathic, like her cousins. Elizabeth could communicate with animals, and she and Leigh could speak telepathically to each other no matter where they were in the world. It was exhausting, but they could do it.

One of Leigh’s more uncomfortable talents was her ability to see and talk to the dead. Yeah, that had created a lot of problems for her. It was a little disturbing to wake up and find spirits in her room wanting to talk to her. As she got older, she had learned how to keep them from disturbing her when she didn’t want them to, but it could still be unnerving.

She’d never forget when, as a small child, her parents had figured out that her imaginary playmates were actually spirits of the dead. Yep, that had been a real shocker. She had been sitting on the floor in her small bedroom, talking to an elderly woman that she called “Grandma.” Her father had come into the room and asked whom she was speaking to. When she told him about Grandma and described the old woman’s appearance, her father had turned white as a sheet and left the room without saying a word.

She learned later that Grandma was actually her father’s mother, who had died two years before her birth. She never knew the woman in life but had become quite close to her in death. It had been many years since she had seen Grandma. The woman had finally crossed into the light while Leigh was in high school, telling Leigh that everything was going to be all right and that it was time for her to move on.

Leigh had cried that day and pleaded with her to stay, but her grandmother told her that someday someone would come into her life that would accept her for the wonderful, loving, and gifted person she was. All Leigh had to do was trust her heart.

Leigh often thought about why she and her cousins had such unique abilities. No one seemed to know for sure, but she believed that there was some truth in an old clan legend. Her family lineage traced back to tenth-century Scotland. The story went that a fae princess met and fell in love with a clan chieftain. The princess’s father was not happy about the match, but he agreed to let his daughter remain with her love for twenty years. When the time came for the princess to return to the fae realm, she left her shawl to protect her husband and their son.

Leigh believed that some of that legend was true and that she and her cousin’s psychic gifts were a direct result of the fae princess. The many legends of the Celtic fae spoke about how they had power to manipulate the elements and heal the sick or injured. As to how or why the other members of Heath and Malcolm’s team got their psychic abilities remained to be seen.

Perhaps they also had some distant psychic relative in their family tree. Who could say, but she was grateful for all of their talents. Sure, it created some problems for her as a child, but the good that came from their powers far outweighed any conflict that they created from a few narrow-minded hypocrites.

Leigh’s thoughts drifted to what awaited her back home. She had her family and friends and that should be enough to make her life complete, but it wasn’t. She wished that she had someone special, but that was probably not going to happen for her. That was because she was in love with a man who didn’t love her in return. Some people would just say, “Get over him,” but that wasn’t her way.

Ethan Hunter was a member of her cousins’ Special Operations team. He was the team sharpshooter. They took on missions for the government or private citizens a may not always be sanctioned. All the team members had psychic talents, and Ethan was no exception. He had phenomenal eyesight and could pick up heat signatures of living beings. It was even thought that he could see through walls.

Leigh thought about him all the time. He was tall, at least six foot four, with dark brown hair. His eyes were the deep blue of a stormy sea, and he had the body of an Adonis. Women drooled over him wherever he went. Not that he paid any attention to them. He kept mostly to himself.

Leigh knew that still waters ran deep with him. She had watched him for some time and knew in her heart that he was the one for her. That’s the way it was with her and her cousins. When they met the person meant for them, they just knew it somehow. It didn’t matter though. Most of the time Ethan didn’t even know that she was alive.

Leigh had tried once to reach out to him, but he had given her the brush-off. It had hurt to be rejected, but Ethan just didn’t share her attraction.

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Leigh watched as Ethan’s licked her finger before chewing and swallowing the grape. Her breath caught in her throat, and she could feel her pussy getting wet and hot between her thighs. Oh. My. God. She thought that he is the most beautiful, sensual man she had ever seen. Just looking at him had her ready to throw the tray across the bed, climb onto his lap, and beg him to take her.

Ethan smirked as he watched Leigh’s face flush as her desire intensified, causing her to fidget in an attempt to keep him from smelling the sweet honey that flowed from her cunt. She knew about his hunting skills and that he had exceptional eyesight and sense of smell. Leigh offered him a bite of sandwich and he moaned in pleasure.

“Mmmmm. Delicious,” he said, as if he were eating a succulent steak instead of a turkey sandwich.

“Everything tastes good,” Leigh said, her voice husky with need.

“Yes, it does. But I’m still hungry for more,” Ethan told her without looking away from her passion-filled eyes. Her pupils were dilated, and her nipples peaked beneath the towel she wore.

“Well, if you’re still hungry, you’ll have to go downstairs to the kitchen for more food,” Leigh said teasingly.

“Oh, sweet pea, food is not what I’m hungry for right now,” he said as he removed the tray from her lap and placed it on the bedside table. Ethan leaned in close to her and took a deep breath through his nose, pulling the perfume of her lust into his lungs.

His lips were just a hair’s breadth from hers, and she asked, “Just what are you hungry for?”

Ethan felt her breath on his face as she spoke, and he knew that he couldn’t resist his need of her any longer. He wanted to go slow, but raging hunger to be inside her drove him hard, and he closed the gap between them and kissed her with all the out-of-control desire that he was feeling.

Leigh brought her hands up and wrapped around them Ethan’s neck. She ran the fingers of one hand through his hair and tugged him roughly to her. She stroked his shoulder with her other hand and slid it down his back before she grabbed an ass cheek and squeezed. He moaned at the pleasure her possessive grasp on his ass gave him.

Ethan slid her down the bed until she lay completely under him. He jerked the covers off her as he continued to ravish her mouth with his own. Leigh felt cool air caress her and knew that Ethan had also removed the towel she wore. Goose flesh pimpled her skin, but it wasn’t from being cold. The overwhelming ravenous lust was pushing them both into a frenzied need to fuck each other with rapacious fervor.

Leigh released her hold on Ethan’s hair and butt cheek and slid them between their aroused bodies, where she fumbled with his belt and then the button and zipper of his jeans. Once she managed to open his pants, Leigh grasped Ethan’s hard, erect cock with her small hands. He moaned as Leigh pumped his member and then let out a heavy groan when she circled the engorged head with a finger and smeared the pearl of precum around the tip.

Ethan caressed her breasts, and then he squeezed and pinched her nipples. Leigh arched her head back, breaking their kiss, and let out a low, desire-filled moan.

“Oh God, Ethan. Yes! More, please, more!” Leigh was completely immersed in the erotic, carnal arousal that Ethan was creating within her. His touch was sending her into a complete state of ecstasy, where nothing existed but the two of them. Her skin became dewy with sweat as Ethan stroked his hands over her.

Leigh released Ethan’s cock and grabbed his shoulders as she spread her legs wider to give him better access to her drenched pussy. She pushed her hips up against his groin and tried to get him to impale her with his long, thick shaft.

Ethan lifted off her and looked down between them. He licked his lips at the site of her legs spread wide and her slick, bare pussy. “You want some of that?” Ethan asked breathlessly and stroked her pussy lips with the tip of his cock.

Leigh shoved hard against him. “Yes!”

Ethan chuckled and stared into Leigh’s lust-filled eyes. “How bad do you want it?”

Leigh writhed under him, grabbed his hips, and tried to pull him into closer contact with her.

“Answer me Leigh! How bad do you want this?” Ethan demanded.

Leigh looked up into Ethan’s passion-filled eyes and groaned in frustration as she wiggled her hips in an attempt to impale her weeping cunt onto his stiff member.

“Ethan, please. I want you. I want you now!” Leigh yelled at him.

“How do you want me?” Ethan asked as he rubbed his cock up and down her slit. Ethan was amazed at his control in spite of his body screaming at him to take Leigh with all the desire and passion inside him. He wanted her surrender. He wanted to know that she wanted him with the same intense hunger that he felt for her. He wanted her submission to his control, a control that he was rapidly losing. He needed her to relent soon because he wouldn’t be able to stop from taking her for much longer.

“Oh God, Ethan! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Leigh screamed the words at him.

Ethan grinned at her capitulation, and with a strong push, he slammed his long, weeping cock into Leigh’s tight, swollen pussy. He grasped her hip with one hand and held himself up with his other, not wanting to crush her with his weight. He wanted their first time together to be romantic and slow, but his body had other ideas. Leigh was just too tempting and his desire for her too strong.