Dain moaned and slid his tongue against my lips, and I opened with a gasp, breathing him in, tasting his flavor with my own tongue. The first brush of his tongue against mine sent another wave of those pleasure sparks all over me, and from the sounds coming from Dain’s mouth, I was sure he felt them too.
My arms held him close, hugging him to me as he deepened the kiss. I let him take the lead, happily, and soon I was whimpering against him and wishing I could drag him into my den and undress him. I wanted to worship every inch of skin. I wanted to pleasure him. I wanted to connect with him.
I could feel my soul reaching out to his, and his was very tentatively reaching back. It was as if his soul was shy or maybe just wary or scared of getting hurt.
But I’d never hurt my Dain.Ever.
My soul, my magic, floated around us in a flurry of snowflakes swirling around, and his werewolf magic, a mix of green and reds, surrounded Dain but didn’t come out to play.
Yet.
That was okay. I was a patient man. I’d waited centuries for my one and only. I could wait a little longer, especially if my soul mate kept kissing and touching me like this.
When we parted, we were both out of breath and panting, and Dain ended up resting his forehead against my chin for a moment. I kissed his forehead as we stood there, soaking one another in. It was different this time since I was in my human form, but just as precious a moment.
Our magics died down as we caught our breath, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Dain had noticed it or not. Would this be enough to convince him of what he was to me?
I doubted it because I was learning that my viramore was a very stubborn man.
Finally, he said, “I should probably head home.”
I nodded, but neither of us let go for another few minutes.
But then Dain shivered, and I knew I had to release him so he could get in his car and warm up.
I almost, almost, asked if he wanted to come in, but he wasn’t ready. I knew that.
So I kissed his forehead again and asked, “Could I take you out for dinner again tomorrow night?”
He leaned back to meet my gaze without releasing me. “I’d like that.”
I smiled and bent down for a quick peck on his lips. “I can pick you up, if you want?”
He shook his head and finally stepped back, out of my arms. I immediately missed his warmth. “I’ll pick you up. Does six work for you?”
I nodded. “Perfect.”
“Great. Then I’ll… see you tomorrow.” He stepped back in for a lingering kiss before he backed away and slid into his car. With a small wave, he pulled out of the driveway.
I sighed and walked inside my house, wishing I could bring back that blanket of warmth I’d felt with him in my arms and get rid of the ache he left in my chest at his departure.
Chapter Eleven
Dain
Leaving Lanche was a lot harder than I’d anticipated. It felt like my entire body was filled with warmth, but my heart ached more and more the farther away I drove.
What the hell was this feeling? Was it heartburn? Was it anxiety?
I rubbed at the feeling as I drove all the way home.
The second I opened my apartment’s door, I knew something was wrong. There was a strange feeling in the air. A strange scent I didn’t recognize.
Stopping in my doorway, I took a deep breath, using my werewolf abilities to scent the air.
A strange tang, a musk I didn’t recognize, filled my nostrils, and I wanted to hurl.
Someone had been inside my apartment.
