Chapter 14 #2
She took an inhale, her nerves on edge, heat coiling in her belly. ‘You’re irresistible.’
She was hedging.
Truth be told, her terror led her to his potency and strength.
She needed it like a hit of koko, and being in his arms was the first time in years she’d ever seemed safe.
‘Am I now?’ Santi growled.
The room shifted.
His aether flared, a whip crack of violet flame that coiled through the air like lightning made flesh.
In a blink, he was out of bed and on her.
Naked. Glorious. A predator uncaged.
The light of the moon-lake through the terrace glass fell on him from behind.
Outlining every carved inch of muscle, each shimmering mark of gold, mauve, and sable ink that moved like tides across his body.
Power poured off him, raw, elemental, magnetic.
Her nipples hardened, and an arc of desire so piercing and hot hit her, and she moaned.
It wasn’t just lust. It was a pure, unadulterated sense that she was knotted, fated forever, to him.
Santi’s arms encircled her and pulled her flush to him, claiming her.
She sank into him and gasped as his heat enveloped her, his energy wrapping around her like smoke and fire. Her knees weakened.
‘Easy,’ he murmured.
He scooped her up, lifting her without effort.
She scarcely had time to catch her breath before he carried her across the room, his prowling stride surging, his gaze never leaving hers.
As he lowered her to the bed, the mattress welcomed her with warmth still left from his body. He leaned over her, one arm braced beside her head, his exhalation ghosting over her skin.
‘You want this?’ he rasped, eyes boring into her.
‘Naam,’ she breathed, the word scarcely audible. ‘I need you so much, Santi.’
He kissed her, and the world fell away.
His lips were soft yet urgent; starlight and heat.
Her moan caught between their mouths as he deepened the kiss.
One hand cradled her jaw while the other swept down her side, branding a path of fire over her robe.
Every touch sparked. Each sigh fed the wildfire they shared.
Her hands moved on instinct, threading into his hair and pulling him closer as he kissed her like she was sacred, rare, and so precious.
He broke the kiss only to brush his lips over her cheek, her jaw, the hollow of her throat, worshiping her with reverence wrapped in desire.
The air shimmered around them with violet light.
He pressed his forehead to hers, breathing hard.
‘You’re in my blood now,’ he rasped. ‘Fokk it all, carino, I don’t think I could let you go if I tried.’
She didn’t answer.
She didn’t need to.
She tugged him back down to her with a fierce kiss of her own.
And together, they surrendered to the fire they could not outrun.
SANTI
Hell, his woman had hands of pure magic.
Santi canted his hips into them as she pumped his cock long and hard.
Her nipple was in his mouth, and he bit down as his ecstasy raced toward a peak.
Plumping her tit, he tugged even more of her into him as her harsh moans went into overdrive.
His other hand worked her slit, three fingers deep, and his thumb flicked her clit.
Their wild loving kept building until, with a groan, they both came in intense shudders.
His cum splashed over her skin as his fingers worked between her legs, giving her sensual stroking, his mouth on her breast, her hands gliding, squeezing, and pumping his cock.
The wild energy he possessed flamed over them in an orchid and gold bloom, as Santi buried his head in her nape and sank his canines into her skin.
Not enough to penetrate, but so much so that she gasped at the pain and ecstasy of it.
He was widening her thighs and sinking his still hard cock into her, claiming her as his own in the most primal way.
He threw his head back and gave a silent, long howl as he shuddered with even more bliss, and her pussy rippled as her second orgasm surged through her.
Fokk, he couldn’t wait to mark her as his mate.
SOLEIL
Soleil’s body was a humming mess of pleasure and awe, draped across Santi’s chest as the violet-tinted dawn bled through the blinds.
She recalled how they made love all night.
How, again and again, he worshiped her, coaxed her open, claimed her until she was wrecked, and malleable, so aching for him.
Yet what lingered, more than even the feel of him, his hands, his lips, his physique, relentless and divine, was his spectral wolf.
All night, it hovered above them like a sentinel woven from amethyst fire and gold starlight.
Every time Santi touched her, the creature’s power appeared to throb into her through him.
Somehow, its presence seemed to tighten their bond, making it even more intimate and incandescent.
Each climax blurred her sense of reality until she wasn’t sure if it was the man who possessed her or the lycan within him. Or both.
She must have finally passed out and slept til dawn, because when her eyes fluttered open again, it was light and Santi was already dressed.
He stood beside her with a steaming cup of kahawa in one hand, his other brushing her hair from her damp brow.
He’d showered, his bearded face neat and trimmed, the scent of his cologne and the leather of his boots mingling with the roasted smokiness of the drink.
What a delicious way to wake, she thought.
‘Morning, carino,’ he murmured, voice deep and syrup-thick.
He bent and kissed her, long, slow, lips molding to hers like he had all the time in the world.
The kiss pulled a soft moan from her chest. It made her want him all over again.
‘You didn’t have to bring me kahawa,’ she whispered when he finally withdrew with a groan.
‘You gave yourself to me last night with abandon, beautiful,’ he said, handing her the mug. ‘Of course, I have to spoil you for it. Rest. You earned it.’
She sipped, sighed, and then set the cup down and grabbed his belt with a wicked smile. ‘Or you could cancel everything and come back to bed.’
He let out a deep, reluctant chuckle, then leaned his forehead to hers. ‘I want to, mi sol, Dios knows I do, but we’re close to tracking how the ship got infiltrated.’
Her stomach dropped.
She schooled her expression fast, tamping down even the slightest flicker that might betray her. ‘Right. Of course.’
He stood, kissed her brow. ‘You’re safe here. Always.’
Then he turned to leave, his gait prowling, his silhouette glowing where the light hit his skin.
Soleil forced a smile, waved, and tracked his fine ass as he went.
The moment the door hissed shut behind him, her limbs quivered.
Not from exhaustion, but from dread.
Her fear of Vern returned in a blast of cold terror.
As did the memory of Santi’s violet-gold wolf, stared down at her, studying her, freakin’ penetrating her careful mask.
Now, as she sat up, drawing the sheet around herself, she couldn’t shake the sense that it was still watching her, all knowing and all perceiving.
Fokk.