She shook her head, her expression growing fierce again. “It’s not that,” she promised. “I just want you.”
Ibás, but she knew how to tempt him.
When he still didn’t give in, Maeve set her mouth to his ear. “Take me to bed, Soren.”
He shuddered at the sound of her voice, seductive and commanding, fierce and sultry.Enket at inan,he was doomed and damned and happy to be both.
With a rumbling sigh, he wrapped his arms around her and took her with him as he stood. Maeve chuckled, letting him taste the laughter in her kiss as he maneuvered them back to the bed. He lay her down gently on the rumpled bedding, admiring the sight of her there.
Keep her here, always,said histuruk.
The ultimate temptation, indeed.
Before he could climb in alongside her, her dainty foot landed on his belly. His hand unconsciously took her ankle, thumbrubbing the thin skin over the bone as she drummed her toes along his abdomen.
“No kilt.” Her brows lifted in an expectant arch, a goddess daring him to defy her.
His heart skipped a beat. This intoxicating, dangerous woman. She knew exactly what she asked for and knew he’d give it, too. He hesitated for a moment, conscious that his kilt and her shift were the last barriers between them, the final guards against consummating this feverish flirtation.
Even still, he dared loose the leather, letting it slip down his legs.
His chest puffed and purred while he watched her admire him. A coy smile teased her lips as she bit her nail, taking her time to observe his naked form. Soren just stopped himself from preening, but he couldn’t help a small flap of his feathers.
She’d felt most of him already, including the insatiable cock already bobbing between his thighs, but hadn’t seen all of him. Standing before her bare was its own kind of spiritual experience, as was watching her bare herself to him.
Wiggling on the bed, she lifted her hips and slipped the shift over her head. Off it went somewhere, he didn’t see—not when there was his goddess to venerate. Bathed in moonlight, she was all beguiling softness. Everything invited him to touch; her flushed cheeks, her gold-spun hair, her supple skin, the rounded curve of her belly, and feminine flare of her hips from the curve of her waist.
Although he’d held and licked them before, he’d never seen both of her perfect, pert breasts bare. Tipped in budding pink nipples, they were enticingly plush, a perfect handful…or mouthful.
Holding his gaze, Maeve slid her hands down her sides, over her hips, and down her thighs. Her legs began to part, but before that, she lifted her arms to him, welcoming him into the cradleof her body.
Soren was powerless against her.
He came when she called.
Planting a knee on the bed, he levered himself over her and down into her sweet embrace. Her knees fell to the sides, making room for him, and their bodies slid into place against each other. His hissing exhale cascaded down her chest as he drowned in the sensation of her. Connected from chest to toe, it was almost painful how perfectly they fit together.
Hips flush, her wet heat teased the underside of his cock. Gritting his teeth, he moved down so that their heads aligned and sought more kisses. It was safer that way, less of a chance to—
“Come back,” she pouted. “I want to feel you.”
Soren’s chest contracted as all the air left him in a groaning sigh. Burying his nose in her hair, he grumbled, “I don’t think I could stop myself if I do.”
“Exactly.” The minx bestowed a nipping kiss on the underside of his chin before reaching between them, questing fingers seeking and finding his cockhead. He already wept for her, and his cock jumped at her touch.
“Maeve…” There would be no going back. Theturukwould consider her theirs even more than it already did. Any parting would be excruciating. No, it was better to leave the mate-bond unfulfilled however much possible, if only for their own survival. He couldn’t bear—
In his distraction, she slid a leg around him and in a swift maneuver, flipped them. He could have resisted, really; the differences in their bulk was marked. Still, she was proving over and over again that he was weak when it came to her.
He stared up at her in surprise and awe. Leaning over him, she planted both hands on either side of his head, her golden hair falling around them in a fragrant curtain. An impish grinthat he desperately wanted to taste teased her lips, and he loved how arrogant and pleased with herself she was.
“I want you, Soren. It’s that simple. Now, do you want me? To do this with me?”
Ibás, she cut straight to the heart mercilessly.
“Maeve, I…”
“Yes or no, Soren?”
