Capture of a Heart by Mya Lairis Read Free Book Online

Selfish, I know.” She left the rocks in their separate piles and stood up, brushing the dirt from the den floor off her gown and the backs of her legs. She padded over to the pool to clean her hands. When she turned around, she found that Gavenas hadn’t moved. Gone, however, was the look of wonderment on his features, replaced by a darker, stern focus, as if he were upset. Few things made Shoraya nervous, but the stern set of Gavenas’s jaw was threatening to. Cautiously she stood and went to the fire. She knelt down to retrieve the platter, which she returned to the table. “You’re here now. So? Let’s eat?”
    “I am starving.”
    “Me as well.” She smiled nervously, staring down at him. “You are an excellent cook. The food was so tempting. I have to admit I snuck a taste.”
    Gavenas blinked, his dark-green eyes flashing silver. “You did?”
    “Yeah. I did.”
    Shoraya found his behavior odd. It seemed as if he was angry with her for being presumptuous, forward, for not falling for his trap, or so she thought until he came to his feet so suddenly before her.
    Gavenas seized her about the waist and drew her flush against him. He was radiating warmth, his grip firm underneath the fabric of her gown.
    “You should have eaten,” he said huskily. His eyes were upon her lips.
    Shoraya reeled with the realization of his intent. Had she known what lay ahead, what he had obviously been restraining from her, she would have eaten heartily. She tested his biceps with her fingers and shuddered at the strength that she had barely had a glimpse of the night before. Everything about Gavenas radiated hunger, not the type that required food but one of a definite carnal nature.
    She canted her hips forward, delighting in the promise of his turgid cock, easily tenting the front of his robe. She felt his hands drop down just below her ass to bring her even harder against him and sighed as her body longed for his desire. “You should be fed first.”
    He had no answer or excuse to give her, instead moving forward to claim her lips in a dominating kiss that took any restraint she could have had and singed it to ash. Gone was the tentative male she’d thought he was, the shy reserved male who had apologized for seeking pleasure with her the night before. In his stead was a male set to claiming, one who eagerly raised the hem of her shift to cup her buttocks in large, feverish palms.
    Shoraya’s head swam as he stole her breath and replaced it with the sweetness of his own, and while she tried to press upon him her need to memorize every inch of his tongue, he did not allow it. With every second, her limbs grew weaker and the throbbing between her thighs stronger.
    Even when he freed her lips, Shoraya barely had the strength to do more than rest her head against his shoulder and breathe shallowly.
    She found herself hefted into his arms and clung to him as best as she could. In the short span of time it took for him to carry her to the pallet, she realized the truth in his words. She should have eaten.

Chapter Eight
    Part of him had prayed to find her sound asleep, having eaten her fill. Gavenas had avoided her expressly to that end, and yet when he arrived back to the den to find her waiting for him, all sense of restraint had dissolved within him.
    He should have known better, that a female of the mountains would burn hot, that she would not shy away like some coy flower but instead be as bold as any flame and just as searing.
    As he placed her down on the pallet, he could feel her heat transferring to him, causing him to sweat. His own clothing was an irritant he swore to be rid of as soon as he’d satiated a deeper need, one that had been plaguing him for every second of the damnable day and half the cursed night.
    He knelt down before her with his hands upon her knees and pressed her legs apart. A moment was all that he could spare to take in her carnal scent, strong and sweet and caused by him. He leaned forward and