Savage Sanctuary 2: Panther Moon by Regina Carlysle Read Free Book Online Page B

her, enabling Trea to touch his chest with
    eager fingers. Plunging, thrusting, pounding deep, he increased the pace melding his
    body to hers until she didn’t know where he began and she ended. Her belly tightened.
    Heat raced over her flesh. Her mind cleared of everything but the way he made her feel.
    A heavy coil tightened in her belly then released in a flurry of motion. Trea closed her eyes against the lights that seemed to swim before her eyes as her body flew apart in a release so overpowering she cried out, clinging to the man above her.
    Lost. She was lost.
    Hudson went still above her as she rode his cock, a woman overcome, frantic, and
    then finally, finally he thrust again, his groan a song in her ears.
    “Trea! Gods!”
    Once more, then again, he pounded deep and then a shudder rolled through his big
    body. His gritted teeth flashed white. A hint of fang glinted as he made a coughing
    sound.
    Panther. Beast. Hers.
    Above her, Hudson stiffened, his head dropping down to settle on her breast as he
    lost control and spurted deep in her body until there was nothing left but him and her.
    Together. Overcome by the moment, by the passion, Trea dipped her fingers into his
    thick hair until he finally settled over her, a warm blanket protecting her from the world and all its sorrows.
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Chapter Four
    Fresh from a quick shower, Hudson stood beside the bed and looked down at his
    sleeping mate. Earlier, hard morning sunlight had streamed into the room and since he wanted her to sleep, he slid the plantation shutters closed to give her relief from the harsh glare. Chantrea lay sleeping as the now-softer light washed over her. Seeing her this way, in the light of day, was a revelation to him. Yes, he knew she was beautiful but now her delicate features were more emphasized.
    His heart thumped hard and his body reacted.
    She slept so peacefully now. Her lashes lay like spiky fans against her fair cheeks
    and her blonde curls provided the only drop of color against his stark white sheets.
    Unable to resist, he brushed his hand over her hair, gently, when he had never before been a gentle man. Like some kind of voyeur, he studied the small, slightly upturned
    nose and noted with remorse, the faint darkness under eyes that he knew were a deep
    mossy green. The poor little thing had been to hell and back and he vowed then and
    there he would spend his life protecting her and hopefully making her happy.
    Chantrea Morgan was lovely. Pride filled him at the knowledge that she belonged
    to him. Male panthers didn’t have a choice in the mate provided by the gods and he’d
    learned long ago not to place much value in such frivolity as outward appearances. But Hudson wasn’t a fool. His mate was beautiful and he was glad about that. Hoping she
    would sleep awhile longer, he tugged the sheet up over her shoulders and carefully
    tucked her in before turning to head for the kitchen.
    After he put on the coffee, he started frying mass quantities of bacon and set out a
    dozen eggs as thoughts of the previous eventful night scrambled through his brain. He pretty much figured it was providence that had caused him to head out into the night
    for a run. Thank the gods! He shuddered at the thought of what might have happened
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    to Trea had things been different. No doubt she was traumatized after witnessing the
    murder of her folks. She was exhausted from the frantic drive in her race to escape.
    Hudson clenched his teeth.
    The scent of brewing coffee and frying bacon filled the large kitchen but he barely
    noticed. As a man who’d fought for his country in almost every war throughout U.S.
    history, he knew timing was everything and usually luck played little part in things.
    Yet, the events of his finding Trea when she most needed help had been just that. Pure luck.
    Or a blessing.
    After last night’s scare, he didn’t plan to let the woman out of his sight. Ever.
    Hudson carried a platter of crispy