The sound of the ship’s engines changed, the throb becoming stronger.
“We’re moving,” Gweneth said.“That’s good.”
“Why is that good?”Ellard demanded.“I’m thinking that those collars will stop Niran and his people from tracking Sheera and Leeam, and if whoever gave the reivers the idea of kidnapping them knows about the feeding, then they’ll have to get to them quickly.They won’t want to take us.We’ll stay with the reivers.”
“I have a tracker,” Gweneth said.“All of theIndycrew have trackers inserted.That’s how we managed to find Jannike.Once we leave this area with the interference, Ry should be able to track me.”
“Does the tracker survive shifting?”
“Yes.Mogens, our seer, is good.He has an extensive knowledge of herbs and medicines.”
Leeam slumped against the door and would’ve fallen if Sheera didn’t grab him.
Ellard caught Gweneth’s gaze, her slight nod.As one, they retreated to the rear of their cell.His pulse jumped into a higher gear at the idea of touching her again, feeling the slide of skin against his.
“Can we do this and still keep most of our clothes?”she whispered.
Chapter 12
“Wecan,butyou’llhave to keep those sexy little moans under wraps.”
Her green eyes twinkled, and her lips pursed.In the past, he would have stiffened, wondered what she’d do next to disrupt his life.Now, a surge of excitement swept him on seeing the devilment take form.It made him wish he could read her thoughts, a notion that hauled his brain to a screeching halt even as his feline purred extra loud.Reading her thoughts would become possible if they mated, if she ever managed to shift to feline.His blood pressure soared, heat and awareness sizzling across his skin, his senses, his mind.
Gwen leaned closer, her breath wafting against his ear.“You think my moans are sexy?”
“Hell, yes.”No point trying to dissemble when his cock felt hard enough to drill through steellite bars.No point trying to fib when he couldn’t keep his hands off her delectable body.No point trying to evade the truth when his feline kept purring like an oversized motor.
Gwen grinned at him, two dimples popping into sight.“I guess we’ll need to try a new position.”
“We will,” he agreed, his damn smile setting up residence on his mouth and not letting go.His facial muscles ached from the unusual action, and he belatedly felt sympathy for his friend, Jarlath.He hadn’t liked Keira, hadn’t approved of their courtship.What he hadn’t realized was the difficulty of fighting the blast of different emotions and his feline self.
“I’m going to take you against the wall,” he said and enjoyed the slight widening of her pretty green eyes, the deepening of her iris coloring.
“That could be fun.”
“And I might drop you on your arse since I possess just one arm.”
She tugged on the empty sleeve of his tunic.“You won’t drop me.I’ve seen you train with the others.”
Her utter confidence in his abilities threatened to cut him off at the knees.Although she hadn’t touched his stump, she didn’t treat him different either.In that moment, everything—every truth, every doubt clicked together with the finality of a final puzzle piece.
Gweneth Swithin was not a normal feline female.
She’d faced adversity and risen above it, and he could do nothing less than meet the challenge she set him.He could imagine a future with this woman—if he forgave himself for the past and accepted felines made mistakes.He’d learned from his errors but also allowed himself to become bitter and closed himself off from his friends.Gweneth offered him a second chance if he allowed himself to believe.
Warmth pressed at his chest, embraced his heart, his feline.
He believed.
He cupped her cheek and kissed the tip of her nose.“We’ll have to do this quick to avoid detection.”
“My first quickie,” she said with delight.
A chuckle burst free, unbidden, and he dipped his head to steal a kiss.Her lips welcomed him, and her arms snaked around his neck as she pressed closer.The sensations—almost too fast to catalog—roared through him.Pleasure frisked his nerve endings, the warmth around his heart grew an extra layer as their tongues danced together, their lips mated and he lost himself in her generous response.
When their lips parted, they smiled at each other.
“Can you take your trews off without removing your boots?”
