I’m here to break it. And grant us some freedom, grant you freedom.”
Idly, she caught of dribble of blood slipping down the crack in his spine with her index finger and wiped it away. “I’m not stupid, Dane. I know you can’t just break a bond. It’s not like getting a divorce. There is no release, no freedom.”
He shook his head, and tried not to think about how nice her touch felt. “That’s shifter talk. And we’re half human; we don’t have to follow every inclination our animals make.”
When more blood welled from his wound and dribbled down the crack, she frowned at it. He knew the sight of his bleeding bothered her—no doubt due to their bond—when she changed only her face into her wolf and leaned over him, licking the cut, cleansing him, the shifter formula in her saliva helping him heal faster.
Dane should’ve thanked her for her consideration, but the act reminded him too much of what he’d done for her for when she was newly born, cleaning her in his jaguar form. Plus, the feel of her tongue on his flesh—even her wolf’s tongue—drove him mad, made him want to forget what he was doing here in the first place. It made him want to roll onto his back, sling her thigh over his hip so she was straddling him and push up into her, ripping past her red panties and breaching heaven.
He closed his eyes. “Don’t.”
She pulled away, already apologizing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disgust you.”
Eyes snapping open, he gaped up at her in shock. Disgust? Was she insane? His shaft was still gouging out a hole in her mattress because her action had turned him on so intensely. And he couldn’t determine whether it was her physical caress or the emotion behind that caress that made his blood pound with overripe excitement.
Tucking a piece of inky hair behind her ear in a self-conscious gesture, she shrugged and folded her arms over her chest as if chilled. “So that’s your grand plan, then? Just ignore the urge to be with each other and move on with our own lives?” She snorted and glanced away. “Honey, you didn’t have to come halfway across the country to tell me that; you could’ve just stayed away.”
He rolled his eyes as he pushed into a sitting position. “No, that is not my big plan. Jesus. If you’d stop making fun of me and gave me a chance to explain, I’d tell you how it’s done.” As if forgetting he was about to reveal his big plan, he went off onto a tangent. “I knew you’d grow up to be a stubborn-headed female. As soon as you learned to talk, you were always demanding your way. Pick me up, Dane. Swing me higher, Dane. Tie my shoelaces, Dane .”
He swayed toward her as his nostrils flared and his lashes fluttered. “And I never could deny you anything. Every time you looked at me with those big blue eyes, I just wanted to give you more.”
She must’ve forgotten to mask her scent. Or maybe she meant to drive him mad. Lust rolled off her in waves. His body tensed as he hungered for her, his abdomen knotting with excruciating pangs.
Licking her lips, she foraged her gaze down his chest to his lap where his arousal jutted toward her, hard and thick. She studied his ready flesh a moment before lifting her eyes and staring at him with proposition. “Then I guess it wouldn’t be at all out of character all for me to demand…kiss me, Dane.”
Denying her was more than he was capable of accomplishing. Forgetting about all that glorious freedom he so coveted, he leaned toward her, ready to capture his first taste of paradise.
Chapter Four
They had never kissed before, but Ari felt as if she already knew how he’d taste. When his mouth descended, she tipped her face up to meet his lips.
“Okay, I think I have enough rags to sop up all the—” As her mother blew into the room, carrying a tin pan full of water and soaked cloths, Ari jerked guiltily away from her mate, noticing he did the same.
Positive his blushing expression matched her