Page 34 of Moon Craving

his wolf.

Her long ringlets, the color of pure, sweet honey, swayed just above her hips with

each step she took. Talorc experienced an unfamiliar desire, nay need, to reach out and

run his fingers through the silky strands.

He bit back a curse. Where had that thought come from? He had never wanted to

touch Emily. Or any other woman. Not since the years during which his body had

transitioned from boy to man. His sexual urges had run rampant then, but he had not

acted on them.

He had not been ready for a wife and had not found a mate. He would never

dishonor his family by not following through on the promises of the flesh either.

Unlike the Balmoral, the Chrechte among the Sinclairs believed sex a binding act.

The Balmoral held more lax standards so their warriors could gain control of their ability to

shift at will at a younger age.

Luckily for Talorc, his father had had the good sense to mate a white wolf who

passed that ability at birth on to their children.

That control over the beast within him had never been truly tested until now.

The wolf wanted Talorc to claim Abigail in the way of his people, but he had no

intention of doing that in front of a chapel full of people. Nor did he intend to mate her on

anyone's land but his own.

It was bloody frustrating, but for an Englishwoman, Abigail was beautiful and all too

alluring. She had perfect bow-shaped lips on a feminine, oval face. Her nose was small

and straight, and her brown eyes were big and expressive. She'd tried to hide her body's

allure in the English clothes she had donned that morning.

She wore her father's colors for the last time. The female tunic over the long dress

covered every inch of her skin from her neck to her dainty feet. At least she wasn't

wearing the awful cowl thing her mother had donned. He thought the English women

called them wimples. Tamara had insisted on wearing one with the Sinclair, constantly

reminding the clan she would not relinquish her English ways.

If Abigail thought to dress so, she would soon learn her mistake.

He would not allow it.