Chasing a Wolf: Moonbound Series, Book Four by Krystal Shannan, Camryn Rhys Read Free Book Online Page A

naked shoulder. “That’s why I tried to calm you.”
    She looked down at his hand. “Now?”
    “Now what?” Tomás continued to stroke her, trying to push more calm into her, but the jumble that tumbled into him sent him stepping back.
    When the contact of their skin broke, she raised her eyebrows in a question he wasn’t sure he understood.
    “You’ll be fine,” he whispered. “We’ll sleep. In the morning, we’ll go and look for your mother and I’ll call my team. Maybe you can even tell me what I need to know.”
    Her hands laced through his and she stepped toward him. He felt a jolt of desire pooled in her stomach, the tiniest of emotions, when she slid his fingers over her nipples. Again, the movement was so strange to him, like a gunshot had started a race without him and he was left at the gate.
    But the desire in her ignited his own, and he squeezed her nipple, watching the look on her face.
    Yet, the emotional response underneath was small in proportion. Tomás squeezed the other nipple between his fingers, through the material of her dress, and waited for the passionate assault. It never came.
    He could distinctly feel the coil of his own desire unfolding in his abdomen, but hers did not respond.
    She reached for the tie of her dress and the material fell over his hands, down the golden perfection of her shoulders.
    “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, letting the dress continue to fall to the ground. Every movement of her body enchanted him. Her breasts bounced just a touch when she stepped back, taking his hand. She pulled him down onto the ground with her and Tomás’ head began to spin again.
    Was it the drugs, making him feel so intensely?
    He latched his lips onto her neck and made to reach between her legs when she flipped him onto his back. He grunted at the hardness of the ground beneath him, and his hands were suddenly full of hers. She brought his fingers back to her breasts again and then guided him quickly inside her, bunching the material of his tunic up on his hips. He opened his mouth to voice his shock, but the hot, wet slide of her pussy around him took his breath.
    Tomás kneaded her breasts, and watched for her desire to spread. She was wet enough. Lani began to ride him and he was suddenly too aware of his surroundings. There was no feeling at all. No emotion. Just raw sex.
    He reached down and stilled her hips. “Lani.”
    She opened her eyes and glared at him, fear crawling between them. “Am I doing it wrong?”
    “God, Lani. No.” He sat up and put his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. “You’re perfect.”
    She put her hands on his pecs and pushed him backwards. But this time, he was ready for the move and held tight to her.
    “I’m not going anywhere.” Tomás met her eyes and tried to calm his desire enough that he could sense what was going on inside that pretty head of hers. “I want to know why you do that.”
    “What?” She squirmed against him, discomfort rising to meet his curiosity.
    “Why you shut down your emotions whenever I touch you.”
    One graceful eyebrow arched, and she shook her head. “I don’t shut anything down.”
    “But you’re not feeling…anything.” A wave of his own frustration pushed at him, and he hoped she couldn’t feel it, but he saw it land when she stiffened her back against his hands.
    “I am doing sex on you.” Her words were so wooden, so emotionless, it struck him full in the chest.
    Tomás opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t make words. He relaxed his hands around her and leaned back. “Is that what you think I want?”
    “That’s what men want, isn’t it?”
    And the final knife twist. He reached for her dress and put it in her hands, pushing her to her feet. “I wasn’t trying to have sex with you when I touched you, Lani.”
    “You weren’t?”
    “Maybe we should just get some sleep. These drugs you gave me, or Zolin gave me, or whatever… I can’t think straight anymore. And