“Your brother bit High Lady Tempest during sex.” He sounded stunned.
“And she bit him back. I don’t know if we need to break the skin, but we could try it different ways.”
“Wildfire,” he breathed, bringing me to a stop outside the door to our bedroom. He turned me to face him, cupping my face with his warm palms. “If it ties me to you more than I already am, there’s nothing I wouldn’t try.”
I smirked. “It’s a bit primal, but we might enjoy it.”
“Oh, we’ll enjoy it alright.” A flick of his fingers and we were naked. He tugged me into his arms and swept me off my feet. With a flit, I found myself on my back with my aroused husband looming over me with a feral look in his eyes. “Primal, you say?”
My skin prickled with need. “That could be fun too.”
“Say the word, and you can run. I promise I’ll give chase. Promise I’ll catch you.” While his hands roamed my body, he nibbled across my jawline and down my neck.
“We only have an hour,” I gasped, overheated already.
“Which is nowhere near enough time for all I want to do with you.”
“I do hate rushing, but…”
He flitted us deep into the woods. “Run, my pretty little bride,” he growled, tapping my naked ass. “Run!”
So I ran, my heart pounding, my breath catching, and anticipation singing through my veins.
Behind me, I heard his low, predatory chuckle.
He would catch me. We both knew it.
And when he did…
Chapter 13
Lore
Wildfire had the sweetest ass.
I stood with my arms crossed over my chest, watching her backside wiggle as she darted down a leaf-strewn path.
She shot a look over her shoulder. “Maybe I won’t make it easy for you to catch me. Maybe I will.”
“You’re going to be soaked for me when I do and rest assured, Iwillcatch you.”
Light bled through the canopy overhead, speckling the ground as she darted through the woods, her laughter a wild song urging me to bolt after her this instant. But it would be more fun if she thought she stood a chance of getting away.
She'd barely disappeared from view, though I could still hear her, before I took off after her. I barely felt the moss and leaves underfoot; all I could feel was the thundering hunger in my chest. Part lust. Part love. All desperate need.
She was faster than I expected, weaving through the trees, her laughter daring me onward. My muscles coiled tighter with everystride. I ached to catch her, drag her down, taste her skin between my teeth. She'd fight for a few precious seconds before surrendering completely.
She darted left. I veered after her, my lungs aflame, my heart bellowing. Every flash of her bare back and legs ratcheted my need higher until I could barely see straight.
I was so aroused I throbbed, need syncing with the pounding of my heart, the pounding of my feral craving.
I narrowed the distance between us, then slowed my pace, letting her think she might actually get away. Not that she truly wanted to. My mate would howl out her pleasure when I caught her and drove myself deep inside.
She threw a wicked, taunting smile my way that lit sparks inside me.
My whole body snapped tighter, my muscles locking into desperate, maddening pursuit. There was no one more beautiful than my mate, all the way to her soul. She was wild, free, and entirely mine, from the barest glimpse of her breasts bouncing with each loping stride, to the sweet curve of her hips disappearing behind a gnarled oak.
I growled low in my throat, an animalistic sound, and her answering burst of laughter splintered the air between us.
