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Authors: D'Elen McClain
arm.
Looking down the lines of his body, she noticed his arousal.
Closing her eyes, she silently said a short prayer then asked, “Are
you my mate?” Her eyelids opened with hope in every bone of her
body.
His gaze snapped back to hers, but he
didn’t immediately answer. After several slow steadying breaths, he
growled out, almost against his will, “Yes.”
The sound of his voice sent rippling
waves of soft energy along her skin. She sucked in air. Her
thoughts tumbled through everything that happened—every feeling of
panic, desperation, and her overwhelming sorrow. Relief soon gave
way to red-hot anger and without warning she burst. Every ounce of
strength she possessed went into the punch that landed on his arm
when he moved his face out of the way at the last
second.
“ You stupid buffoon. Why
the hell did you lie to me? I almost died. Those filthy cats
planned to rape me.” She swung her legs up for a solid kick, but he
put pressure on her knees, pinning them to the mattress.
“ You’re too young and it
wasn’t the right time,” he ground out.
“ You idiot. We’re going
into a major war. You could die. We could both die. I’ll be twenty
next month. I. Am. Not. Waiting!”
“ Good.” He released her
knees and lifted her upper body from the bed. He tugged up the hem
of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Before she could protest,
not that she planned to, he let her fall back so he could make
short work of her pants. In mere seconds, she was naked and his
mouth took one of her breasts between his lips, licking the nipple
and then sucking. His roughened tongue caused exquisite sensations
when he lathed her areola. His other hand feathered across her
skin, causing sizzling heat where he touched.
This feeling, this deep searing ache
his touch kindled, was everything she desired—what she’d dreamed of
for almost a year. Instead of moaning and giving into the amazing
sensation, crushing relief brought tears. Huge torrent sobs came up
from her chest and seconds later, he pulled her into his rock-hard
embrace.
“ Shh. Don’t cry, sweet
Mandy. I’m sorry. I should have waited. We will wait.” His breath
came in unsteady gasps.
Her back stiffened. “That’s not what I
want, you dolt.” She gave a long sniffle. “I thought you didn’t
want me.” She grabbed his nipple through his t-shirt and
twisted.
“ Oww.” His hand covered
hers and gave a light squeeze so she’d release him.
“ You deserved that. You
made me kidnap you and give you baby wipes. Do you know what that
did to me?”
Deep-chested laughter, loud enough to
shake the walls of the small cabin, came up from his chest. She
started twisting, attempting to get away, but he easily pushed her
back on the bed. Looking up, she saw his amazing smile—not a grin
or a tilting of his lips, but a huge smile with lines at the
corners of his eyes and flashing teeth. “I love you,
Mandy.”
She looked deep into his half-closed
eyes and felt heat flood throughout her body, traveling clear to
her toes. Her gaze went to his lips. “Then kiss me,
please.”
He rolled, taking her with him until
she was looking down into his midnight eyes. “I want you… to kiss
me.”
Of all the… she lowered her head,
putting her lips to his. He didn’t respond, just waited. She
deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue further into his mouth and
using the same technique he’d used on her. She nibbled on his
bottom lip, and then ran her tongue across his teeth. His sudden
indrawn breath let her know she was doing it right. He tasted so
good—musky with forest spice rolled into the perfect mate scent.
His arms came up to try to wrap around her, but she growled. She
wanted the power to drive him crazy like he’d done to her for
months. He let his arms fall back to the bed, giving her
control.
Slowly, she pulled away then lifted his
shirt over his chest. She was glad when he pulled it up and off so
she could reach the elastic waistband of his sweats. She
Looking down the lines of his body, she noticed his arousal.
Closing her eyes, she silently said a short prayer then asked, “Are
you my mate?” Her eyelids opened with hope in every bone of her
body.
His gaze snapped back to hers, but he
didn’t immediately answer. After several slow steadying breaths, he
growled out, almost against his will, “Yes.”
The sound of his voice sent rippling
waves of soft energy along her skin. She sucked in air. Her
thoughts tumbled through everything that happened—every feeling of
panic, desperation, and her overwhelming sorrow. Relief soon gave
way to red-hot anger and without warning she burst. Every ounce of
strength she possessed went into the punch that landed on his arm
when he moved his face out of the way at the last
second.
“ You stupid buffoon. Why
the hell did you lie to me? I almost died. Those filthy cats
planned to rape me.” She swung her legs up for a solid kick, but he
put pressure on her knees, pinning them to the mattress.
“ You’re too young and it
wasn’t the right time,” he ground out.
“ You idiot. We’re going
into a major war. You could die. We could both die. I’ll be twenty
next month. I. Am. Not. Waiting!”
“ Good.” He released her
knees and lifted her upper body from the bed. He tugged up the hem
of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Before she could protest,
not that she planned to, he let her fall back so he could make
short work of her pants. In mere seconds, she was naked and his
mouth took one of her breasts between his lips, licking the nipple
and then sucking. His roughened tongue caused exquisite sensations
when he lathed her areola. His other hand feathered across her
skin, causing sizzling heat where he touched.
This feeling, this deep searing ache
his touch kindled, was everything she desired—what she’d dreamed of
for almost a year. Instead of moaning and giving into the amazing
sensation, crushing relief brought tears. Huge torrent sobs came up
from her chest and seconds later, he pulled her into his rock-hard
embrace.
“ Shh. Don’t cry, sweet
Mandy. I’m sorry. I should have waited. We will wait.” His breath
came in unsteady gasps.
Her back stiffened. “That’s not what I
want, you dolt.” She gave a long sniffle. “I thought you didn’t
want me.” She grabbed his nipple through his t-shirt and
twisted.
“ Oww.” His hand covered
hers and gave a light squeeze so she’d release him.
“ You deserved that. You
made me kidnap you and give you baby wipes. Do you know what that
did to me?”
Deep-chested laughter, loud enough to
shake the walls of the small cabin, came up from his chest. She
started twisting, attempting to get away, but he easily pushed her
back on the bed. Looking up, she saw his amazing smile—not a grin
or a tilting of his lips, but a huge smile with lines at the
corners of his eyes and flashing teeth. “I love you,
Mandy.”
She looked deep into his half-closed
eyes and felt heat flood throughout her body, traveling clear to
her toes. Her gaze went to his lips. “Then kiss me,
please.”
He rolled, taking her with him until
she was looking down into his midnight eyes. “I want you… to kiss
me.”
Of all the… she lowered her head,
putting her lips to his. He didn’t respond, just waited. She
deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue further into his mouth and
using the same technique he’d used on her. She nibbled on his
bottom lip, and then ran her tongue across his teeth. His sudden
indrawn breath let her know she was doing it right. He tasted so
good—musky with forest spice rolled into the perfect mate scent.
His arms came up to try to wrap around her, but she growled. She
wanted the power to drive him crazy like he’d done to her for
months. He let his arms fall back to the bed, giving her
control.
Slowly, she pulled away then lifted his
shirt over his chest. She was glad when he pulled it up and off so
she could reach the elastic waistband of his sweats. She