“Now, ride me, Spitfire.”
Straddling him in reverse, I moved against him, my hips swirling in rhythm with his thrusts, feeling Daxton fill every inch of me.
He released a sensual groan as I rolled my hips, riding his cock and taking exactly what I needed. Without warning, he sat up and leaned forward to grasp my breast, his other thumb continuing to circle my clit.
“I can’t wait to mark you here with my bite,” Dax growled as his teeth nipped at the base of my neck.
“Along with my own on you,” I rasped, leaning back to find his lips.
I eased myself down his length until he was once again fully seated inside me, loving the feeling of him stretching and filling every part of me in this position. Daxton’s moan echoed against the walls as he rolled mynipple between his knuckles, ice kissing the base of my neck.
“Dax!” I moaned, finding my release.
“Skylar!” Daxton roared as his hips bucked one final time.
Rolling to our sides, I reveled in the bond I had with my mate. Turning my head, I kissed him, savoring the feel of his lips that I knew I would never have enough of.
“Keep kissing me like this, Spitfire,” Daxton said with a dark chuckle, “and we’ll never find rest tonight.”
“Who needs sleep?” I answered with a humorless laugh, allowing the quiet night to seep into the space around us. “Daxton…”
I could feel him tense against me, sensing the unease through our bond. “Skylar?”
No. Not now, not yet. I can’t—
I shuddered as I took in a long breath, clutching onto my mate with every ounce of strength I had in me.
“Turn toward me,” Daxton said.
Curling into his chest, I buried my face in the nook of his neck. I inhaled deeply, the fresh aroma of pine and mountain air helped settle my rush of anxiety.
“Skylar?” Daxton asked, his beard brushing my brow as he kissed my forehead. “Are you frightened?”
“No,” I answered quickly.
“I can tell when you’re lying.”
“I’m not afraid for myself,” I dared to admit aloud.
“Who are you afraid for?”
I swallowed heavily, the truth dangling at the tip of my tongue.
“Who?” he asked again.
“My pack.” He needed to know.“I asked Fjorda to sail to Solace once the veil is gone. I’m afraid the humans will launch an all-out attack against shifters, and many of my people will die. We are strong, but the number of soldiers in Taran’s army is—”
“I promise we will help protect your pack, Skylar.”
“You will?”
Daxton gave me a firm nod. “I swear on the Mother and Father above that Silver Meadows will aid your pack in any way we can.Iswear to protect them, just as I would you.”
I unfolded my arm to cup Daxton’s cheek, giving him a soft smile and a loving kiss. “Thank you. It puts me at ease knowing we’ll have your support.”
“Anything for you, Skylar,” Daxton said, looking deep into my eyes and searching for the words I was not saying. Gods above, he somehow knew there was more lingering below the surface. “Anything else on your mind?”
“There’s always something,” I answered, earning a half-smirk from him in reply, exposing the dimple on his right cheek. “But nothing I wish to talk about tonight.” I leaned in and kissed him.
