His fingers slid down her smooth back to cup her arse.Soft warmth.Plump and curvy yet strong with more muscle tone than most women.Ry’s doing as he taught her skills to survive.Her confidence came from her interaction with her female friends, and while her forthright speech rattled him, he liked that aspect of her personality.Her father…phrull, he couldn’t imagine why a parent would reject a beautiful and talented daughter like Gwen.Governor Swithin’s loss and his gain.
The friction of her sensual mouth drove his thoughts away from what should and shouldn’t be, and he wallowed in the taste and the scent of her, the way she threw herself into their exchange.He parted their lips, dragged in a breath, and smelled arousal.Hers.His.The herbal bouquet from the crushed leaves underfoot, and the earthiness of the soil filled his next draft of lifeforce, and he smiled, the curve of his lips feeling natural and right.
“I like this.Touching you, Ellard.”She rubbed against his torso, squeezing his erection between their bodies.
One last chance.“Are you sure?Birth control?”
“Taken care of, thanks to Mogens.Remember that threat to box your ears?”
“Yes.”
“Threat holds for this too.I know some stuff, so don’t think I won’t carry out my threat.”
“Let’s get comfortable.I would lift you off your feet, but I’m handicapped at present.How are you?Your ankle?”
“A few bruises.I’m sound of mind and body.Last time I intend to reassure you.”She pulled away and sank onto their makeshift bed of pink-and-green leaves, and he gave thanks for his feline genes.She mightn’t be able to see him as clearly, but he wouldn’t miss a thing.Creamy curves.Smooth skin.Black hair in a messy braid.Full lips.Pale green eyes.Beautiful.
He stared for an instant longer, imprinting the sight in his memory before he joined her and slid close.He nuzzled her neck, drawing in her piquant scent of flowers and green herbs.The far-off cry of some sort of animal, quickly silenced, made him start.Gweneth jumped a fraction too, and he stroked his hand down her back in silent comfort while he cast out his feline senses for danger, then relaxed.They were safe.“You’re going to need to help me here since my range of positions is limited with one arm.”
“Ooh, what are my choices?Let me choose.”Her eagerness made him chuckle.
“We can have you astride me or I can take you from behind with you on all fours.”
“Both.”
He spluttered out another laugh.She made this fun instead of the awkwardness he’d experienced in the past.“All right.Which first?”
“You from behind,” she said without hesitation.“I can’t see much in the blacklight anyway.This way, I’ll get to feel surrounded by your muscles and heat.”
“Touching and exploring first,” he countered, his grin broad and toothy.At least it felt that way since his cheeks ached from the open display of his happiness.
“I can work with that.I get to explore first.”
“Gwen.”
“Ellard?”
“I’m going first.”Before she could protest, he kissed her mouth—a dominant liplock.He crushed his mouth against hers and took control, using every bit of his expertise.Her hands wandered his back, his arse, and his feline purred at the sensual stroking.His lips trailed down her neck, his teeth scraping across delicate skin, his rough tongue soothing the prod of nerves.He moved lower to the mounds of her breasts.Instead of going slow, he upped the pace and latched his mouth on one nipple, drawing hard while he fingered the other.
“Ellard,” she whispered, holding him close.“That feels so good.I want…I want…more.”
He scanned her face, not fully trusting her words.Women had fooled him before and instinct drove him to check, to second guess things everyone told him.He found her eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed, a soft smile etched into place.
When he plucked her nipple, tugging to a point shy of pain, she moaned, the sexiest sound he’d ever heard.
“Kaya spoke the truth,” Gwen whispered.“This is so much better with a male.When do we get to do more?”
For a fleeting sec, suspicions rose to the fore.His feline snarled, the fury so great that Gwen jerked.
“What is it?What’s wrong?”
“My past,” he said, striving for honesty since she’d given him the same.
“You’re scared.”
“I’m not scared,” he snapped.
“I’ve seen Ry and Camryn together.Jannike with her men.I know what scared looks like.”
