“Then you better pray thatmymate doesn’t go into heat, Dire wolf.” I show him my teeth. “Because if she does, I’ll fuck her raw and force you to watch.”
Chapter 11
Sienna
The gentle brushof lips across my neck threatens to rouse me from a deep, dreamless slumber; the kind of sleep that’s ethereal and breathtakingly sweet. Unmistakable heat burns at my back as someone bands their arm around my waist and pulls me flush against their chest. Soft sheets caress my skin in a rare but welcome comfort.
I sigh as the hand on my waist drifts to my breast, its owner cupping me gently before rubbing the pad of their thumb over my sensitive peak. A moan falls past my lips, and I push my ass against their length, eager to feel its pressure and heat between my thighs.
Sienna, a voice rasps in my ear.
A wrinkle forms between my brows at its unfamiliar timbre. The clean-shaven jaw where there should be days-old growth. An insistence that leans toward aggression as he grabs my breast and kneads wantonly, abandoning all pretense of soft and sweet for something harder,hotter.
My body burns as he hooks my thigh over his and thrusts, sliding his scorching hot length through my folds and growling in my ear.
Mine.
He grabs my face and turns my head toward his, devouring my mouth in a heady kiss. His eyes bore into mine, glowing the brightest shade of gold that I’ve ever seen.
The vision fades, but the memory of Alistair’s body remains. Sweat slicks my skin, and I peel off the bedsheets to Revyn’s drowsy protests. He clutches my wrist and pulls me back onto the mattress, burying his face in my hair with a sigh. As soon as he scents me, a slow smile curves on his lips. “Dreaming of me?”
Gods, I wish.
I swallow past the lump in my throat. “No, I—” Wincing, I brace myself for Revyn’s reaction. “It wasn’t you.”
That catches his attention. He pulls my hair away from my shoulder and kisses my bare skin, but his grip tightens on my wrist. “Do I want to know?”
“Probably not.” Burying my face in the pillow, I resist the urge to scream. My body is still strung tight, a burning need settling between my thighs that has no business being there. “I don’t know why it happened.” When Revyn doesn’t press, I try to relax. “It’s just a dream.”
“Mmm,” he hums, releasing my wrist to lace our fingers together. “Nothing is ever just a dream, Sienna.” Sighing, he tips me onto my back and looms over me, his bare chest radiating intense heat as he hovers.
Dark circles beneath his eyes give me pause. I reach up and brush them with my fingertips. His eyes flutter closed. “You haven’t been sleeping?”
He presses a kiss to my palm and leans into my touch. “I don’t like sleeping without you.”
“We’ve spent many moon phases apart, Revyn.” I haven’t noticed any new scars on his body, but that doesn’t mean he’s had an easy time without me. “You need to adjust. Tonight is—” I’m not actually sure what tonight is. An exception? A new rule?
I touch my ribs and frown. They’re no longer broken, and the gash in my side from the tumble over the cliff’s edge is miraculously healed, too. I remember the fall and the jagged rock that split me open, but I don’t remember the landing or what happened after. Alistair Dire was there . . . but everything else is a mystery. I lick my lips, remembering the metallic taste of his blood on my tongue. But there was something else laced within it, like a ripe berry overflowing with flavor.
“Do you think he’s on drugs?” I ask, changing the subject. “Alistair. His blood tastes strange.”
Revyn climbs on top of me and slots his knee between my thighs to separate them. “Stranger than mine?”
“I haven’t tasted your blood before.”
He tilts his head to the side and offers me his neck without a single moment’s hesitation. The gesture is one of the most intimate for shifters—a sign of submission. Of trust.
A rush of emotion catches me off guard, and I have to blink away tears. “Revyn?—”
“Taste me, Sienna,” he offers, lowering onto his forearms and pressing my body into the mattress. “Then you’ll know.”
My heart pounds. I swallow thickly, knowing that he’s trying to make a point.I give myself to you, if not in words, then in actions. It’s enough to make me consider it.
Would mating with Revyn be so bad?
I press my lips to the column of his throat, feel it bob as he swallows, and close my eyes, hesitating.
“It won’t make us mates,” he says slowly, like he’s trying to ease my fears. “You can only claim a mate on a full moon.”
