Something shifts in him. I feel it in the way his hands hover before settling at my waist, the way his breath trembles, and in the low, broken sound that escapes him as I deepen our kiss.
His lips move against mine with aching tenderness, and when his thumb brushes lightly over my side through the robe, the touch is so gentle I could weep again for entirely different reasons. “I need you, Auren,” I murmur. “All of you.”
He pulls back and drops his forehead to my own. “Careful, Vivienne,” he murmurs as his hand tightens on my waist. “You don’t say things like that to a male who has spent every day wanting you.”
Desire ripples through me at his words, and I seal my mouth over his in a passionate kiss. When I pull back, I scrape my teeth lightly across his bottom lip because I know it drives him mad.
His blue eyes swirl with black as desire and hunger burns in his gaze. Reaching up, I trace my fingers over the pointed tips of his sensitive ears.
“Vivienne,” he growls low in warning, the sound rough with restraint.
“I love you, Auren.” I brush my lips to his, and whisper against them. “Make me yours.”
CHAPTER 46
VIVIENNE
He captures my mouth in a claiming kiss, stealing the breath from my lungs. When he finally pulls back, he cups my chin. “Say it again,” he murmurs. His gaze locks onto mine, dark and intent. “Tell me you want to be mine.”
I’m breathless and dizzy as I stare up at him. His lips are so close to my own, the warm mint of his breath floods my senses. “I want to be yours, Auren,” I whisper. “In all ways.”
He crushes his mouth to mine. Threading his fingers through my hair, he grips the silken strands as he deepens our kiss. A small whimper escapes me as he curls his tongue around my own.
Heat pools deep in my core as he pulls me flush against him, moving his hands over my body. “You are mine,” he growls as his large palm cups my breast through the silk of my nightshift. I moan as he brushes his thumb over the sensitive peak, and he growls and lifts me effortlessly into his arms, carrying me to the bed.
Gently, he lays me down atop the furs and then crawls over me. I part my thighs and he settles between them.
I long to feel his bare skin against mine, but there’s too much clothing between us. I tug at his tunic and he removes it immediately, leaving him in only his soft knit pants.
Braced on one arm above me, he runs his other hand along my outer thigh, pushing the hem of my sleep gown to my hips. He’s so close to where I want him to be. Impatient for his touch, I take his hand and guide him to my center.
His eyes turn raven-black with desire as he dips his fingers through my already slick folds. A low moan leaves my lips as he brushes his thumb over the small bundle of nerves at the apex, but he quickly swallows my sounds with a searing kiss.
I arch against his hand, desperate for more. He rips his mouth from mine, pressing a trail of suctioning kisses along my neck down to my breast, even as he continues to tease the small pearl of flesh between my thighs.
I gasp as he closes his mouth over my left breast, laving his tongue over the already stiff peak. Pleasure ripples through me as he moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention as the first.
“Gods, Auren,” I whisper. “I want you.”
Reaching between us, I dip my hands beneath the waistband of his pants, but he quickly snatches my wrist, pulling it away and pressing it to the mattress above my head. “I desire to taste you first,” he murmurs against the soft mound of my breast. “Need to have you on my tongue.”
He kisses a line down my body and when he reaches the apex of my thighs, his nostrils flare. “I can scent your need,” he growls low in arousal. “Open for me, my beautiful mate.”
My heart pounds as he guides first one leg over his shoulder and then the other. He wraps his arms up under my thighs. Helifts his gaze to mine, and his pupils are blown so wide only a thin rim of blue is barely visible around the edges.
“You are perfect,” he whispers and then dips his head and slicks his tongue through my folds. His eyes roll up in the back of his head, and a low rumbling sound rises in his throat as if I’m the best thing he’s ever had. “Your taste is exquisite,” he murmurs.
“Auren,” I moan out his name as he teases his tongue over the small bundle of nerves at the top. “Please. I need more.”
With a low snarl, he concentrates his attention on the softly hooded flesh and I writhe beneath him, begging him to never stop. When he slides one finger into my channel, my entire body goes taut like a bowstring, and I cry out his name as waves of pleasure move through me.
I’m still floating on a blissful wave as he rises above me, extends his claws, and carefully slices a line down the center of my gown. It falls away, leaving me bare beneath him.
His dark gaze travels over my entire form, full of awe and reverence… as if he still cannot quite believe he is allowed to touch me. Cupping my chin, he brushes his thumb lightly across my lips. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Vivienne.”
“I want to see you,” I whisper, trailing my hands over the thick muscles of his chest down to the delicious V of his lower abdomen. “All of you.”
He removes his pants, and my mouth goes dry as I gaze at his lean, muscular form. He is masculine perfection. Hisstavis hard and erect, extending from his body. A bead of fluid gathers on the end before dripping in a line of viscous fluid down to my abdomen.
