“Please...” I murmured.
“Oh, no.” He said harshly. “You earned this penance with your vicious tongue. There’s no sweetly begging me for mercy now. Open your damn legs, Jade.”
Biting my lip and still refusing to open my eyes I slid my knees apart. Making the wood of the chair creak beneath me.
I instantly felt his large, warm hand reaching over me. His knuckles along my soft inner lips.
He nimbly opened them until finding my damp entrance with his middle finger. He swirled it there to ensure I was appropriately slick. Then that long wide-knuckled finger entered me.
Making me lurch up as my back arched. His other hand on my chest just below my neck held me in place.
“Ah, ah.” He said, amusement almost tingeing his voice. “I have you now. You’re not going anywhere.”
The intensity of part of him being in my body was overwhelming. It felt foreign and exhilarating. It w
Warlord was doing as promised. He was filling my mouth with his hard length. Stroking along my tongue as he grew stiffer. His aggression mounting because we were only a couple night’s shy of the Mating Moon.He growled and he was riding into my face. His hips beginning to jerk.The sounds of his pleasure was doing wild things to me, in return. Despite the momentary fear I’d experience as he filled my throat. Worrying when my next breath of air would come, I found myself savoring the sounds he was making.His rough touch exciting me as his hands roamed my body as though he owned it. Touching me all the places that Clements had never been able to.“Stop thinking of him.” Warlord said violently. His touch growing rougher as he began to strain to reach the back of my mouth. Filling my throat so it wrapped him entirely. My lips naturally pressing around the base of him as I felt the compression in the back of my neck.When I grun
“Well done, Jade.” His blue eyes were keen on me. “Get up.”I did but it was on unsteady legs. I gave him a wary look.He watched me impassively.I realized that his eyes were the clearest blue I’d ever seen. Like a sky on a cloudless summer day. But when he turned feral they glowed like the inside of a flame.I tried to give him a look which would seem unafraid but knew that my eyes flitted like a scared doe.He jumped into motion and I nearly screamed. He twisted and caught behind my knees and my shoulders. Lifting me and compressing me until I was in his arms in a bridal carry. Leaving behind him the smoky black tendrils that indicated he’d moved inhumanly fast again.I need to remember what he is at all times.Stay on my guard. I reminded myself.My arm automatically slung over his muscled shoulders. The high bones of his shoulders moving as he carried me toward his bed.
I must’ve cried myself to sleep. Because I found myself slowly waking. Realizing it was pitch black outside beyond the shutters in the distance. Silvery moonlight searing down over the Training Gardens below.Where mages learn to kill wolves. I thought bitterly.Warlord’s mages.The room was so dark I could hardly see anything inside save where that moonlight seeped into to cast over the floor between the window and the table, he’d had all his herbs on before bringing me in here.I realized there was deep, masculine breathing next to me. Warm even breaths along my neck. And a heavy, hairy leg strung over my smoother ones. A large hand palmed one of my breasts and his body was steaming hot next to me. Warming me despite the open window.He’s too close.How’d I fall asleep with my biggest threat so near? I had no idea. I squinted to peer at him.I couldn’t see him a
His hard cock peeled through my soft lower lips and finding the tight heated channel beyond and stroking into me.I gasped behind his hand. My neck straining and my body lifting as I tried to retract from him. Trying to retreat from the hard rod piercing my tenderest flesh.“You’re not going anywhere, Jade.” He asserted in a harder voice. “You’re here with me. And I’m inside you. And soon I’ll take your maidenhead.”I shook my head beneath his hand. No. Don’t do that. Don’t ruin me.He nodded slowly in answer. Hard jerks of his head which told me he had no sympathy for me, and it was happening.As he sheathed into me and found that weak bit of skin deep within me, he paused.“It’s going to hurt, Jade. We’re going to get it over with. Brace yourself.” He leaned into the crook of my neck. Still holding a hand over my mouth. And I felt the graze of his
Warlord held it gingerly and looked back at the bird. Giving a series of pretty twittering whistles at it.The bird responded in kind and cheerfully took off. Black tipped red wings fluttering as it vanished as quickly as it’d come.“What’s that about?” I stared after the bird, fascinated.“Messages.”“From who?”“One of my sources.”Sources? I’d always heard he talked to no one. How’d he groom sources?And who were they?Who’d want to aid such a cold man?“Magus.” He explained absentmindedly.“One of the mages?”“He used to be.”“But he’s not now?”“I just helped him escape under the condition he would send me such word.” Warlord’s tone hardened slightly, and I could tell he wasn’t liking where this discussion wa
Warlord began stirring through things. Tugging out a small black bag and stuffing a few vials in it and a few clothes.“What are you doing?”“Preparing to go on a mission.”“So soon?”You’re leaving me? I was half afraid of being alone. Worried someone else might come up here and do to me what Warlord had this morning.He paused to look at me. “No one will get to you.”“How do you know?” My voice quaked.“I wouldn’t let them. You’re mine.” There was such confidence in his voice that I found it somehow reassuring.Even though it means he’s coming back.And he sees me as no more than a possession.He gave me another quick look but said nothing.***He slung the back over his shoulder. But he paused when he heard my question.“If you can’t leave, why doesn’t
“More than you can imagine. Get it off me.” He urged.He wants to wash away the killing? I wondered.He was acting as though the blood made him feel deeply dirty.Not just flesh deep.I finished his chest and lifted my hands. Using the corner of the bar to lather at a few spots. And scratching at the others with my fingernails, as gently as I could.I glanced at his eyes. Barely noticing that he was staring at me as if seeing into my soul. His gaze roving my face as if looking for something. His penetrating study made me feel exposed. Even more than I already am.As intimate as if he’s inside me again.“What?” I asked.“You’ve the most erotic thoughts.”I gasped.“You were staring at me before that!” I sputtered.“You’re right. I was.” He coldly admitted.“Why?”“
I couldn’t imagine anything King Detry could possess that’d make Warlord cave to his whims. I stared into his blue eyes and saw only resignation and pain.Who’d have thought he was capable of pain.“Why’d you save me?” I blurted. Reaching up to catch a handful of wet dark hair. Surprised at his thickness as I pushed it back behind his ear to better see him. Despite that he was now clothed, that dense mane still hung in heavy straight strands, dampening his shirt.A flick of his hand could dry it instantly.What am I doing touching him?The look on his face was nearly as startled as I was sure mine was.Why’d I move his hair? It was such an achingly intimate gesture.To try and read him. I could admit I’d been having a hard time with that since I’d gotten here. Nothing I’d seen so far matched the character that he projected. That ev
Lyra Lani was holding her arms out in welcome. I noted that her arms were slightly bloodied and there was another splash marring her delicate chin and silky blonde curls. But both women were heedless as Vanna Rae embraced her. Clearly old friends. I was a bit jealous. Having never had a she-wolf to confide in like that. Only those that raised me. But now I had a mate, and it would be nice to discuss what that meant with someone. As if sensing my thoughts, Vanna Rae peered back at Killian. Returning to hug him as well. Then she turned her attention to me. I was astonished by how truly striking she was this close. With gorgeous blue eyes. Smooth light blonde hair and a figure that one as skinny as me was sure to envy. “And you,” She shook my shoulder lightly. “You I must thank for helping bring my brother back to me.” She smiled up at Killian. “Am I to understand you are his mate?
It was nearly too much for King Detry to bear. “Irasus!” He roared. Expecting her to skitter from the trees for the sound thrashing he’d execute on her. He was faintly surprised when she didn’t come out with her head ducked like a whipped hound. He called for her again. Slowing his horse. “Do you think she’ll come back?” Callum asked. Helping his mentor onto a horse. “She’d be a fool too.” Roderick whispered as he mounted. “What are you looking at?” Callum asked. Seeing Roderick staring over his head at the bleak mage still standing in the center of the camp. “I suspect, our future.” “What are you thinking?” “I’m thinking that is a King that I’d serve.” “Why?” “Did you see the way the others rushed to defend him. His own willingness to be in the thick of battle?” He looked over his shoulder at their retreating King. “I did…” Callum said thoughtfully. “You’re thinking on joining h
“I cursed myself.” Irasus proudly admitted in answer to Killian’s question. “To what?” She smiled evilly. “To feel nothing.” He murmured. Eyes widening on her. Sensing she was about to strike, he moved before her. Sending lashing strands of smoky magic out to devour her. But she bent the trees to her will. Forcing them over to weave and intertwine before her. “No, you don’t.” She heard a feminine whisper somewhere near her right but didn’t give it the credit she should’ve. Suddenly the trees ripped from her grip. Leaning away to weave behind her. Pushing her forward and out into the opening. Despite all Irasus’ efforts at using magic to hook into them, they no longer obeyed her. She spun her head and saw the pretty young woman touching a tree far too her right. She sent rocks flying that direction but that smoky magic struck first. Blocking them with an invisible barrier. So, they toppled haplessly to the ground.
“What is she doing?” Callum coughed. The young knight fighting to breathe as he sent the older knight, Roderick a worried look. “Making the perimeter. They won’t be able to breathe if they try to leave.” “We have to ride through that!” “We can get through faster than they can. We’re on horseback. Just hold your breath boy.” “This is foolish.” Callum jerked his horse’s rein. Tempted to turn back. Despite all his brave words from the night before. Rodrick didn’t argue. “Forward.” Detry waved. But he waited for Roderick, Callum and many of the others to go through first. There was much coughing and gasping. And many knights immediately turned back. Afraid of the place where breathing became nearly impossible. “What are you waiting for!” Detry bellowed. Drawing his short sword to point in the direction. “Get through!” They were surely creating enough racket that the wolf pack would be sure to know they were
“I’m a very good Healer.” “Yes, you are.” Killian remarked. “I envy the Asara for your presence.” “They’ve been very good to me.” But she was already looking off into the distance. Looking for Fury. I realized. Wondering if her suffering under the Mating Moon had been as great as the rest of ours. “Come, Jade.” He lifted me into his arms. “I want to get you back indoors until you feel a bit better.” “What are you going to do?” “First I’m going to send my sister and those vicious mates of hers, after the NightHunters trail.” “You want her to get out of this camp before Detry gets here.” I called him on the truth of his intentions. He gave me a chiding look. “You know me a bit too well.” “I know how protective you are.” “I wish I could send you ahead.” “I wouldn’t go.” He snorted. “I know.” “Which is why you wanted to lock me indoors.” I gave him a pensive study. “
I swung my back end around and knocked the door closed. Jerking it from his hand. He freely let it go. Giving me severe study. “You understand what you’ve done, She-Wolf?” I bobbed my head. Walking further in, I lowered to my chest on the pile of clothes. Dropping the front of my body but leaving my backside up in offering. He didn’t hesitate. Turning he lunged across the room. Black fur peeling through his skin along his arms and shoulders then up his neck and along his cheekbones until those blue eyes were entirely surrounded by midnight fur. Just as striking as I’d first guessed he would be. He loped the last couple steps and climbed over me. Catching my scruff in his teeth as he slid into me again. The night was rough. And I was sore. My mate returned to human form just as daylight crested. He was exhausted and disheveled and barely managed to slump to the floor. Fur falling away and skin smoothing i
I nibbled along his throat. Knowing that if I wanted to, I could’ve torn it out. He was entirely vulnerable to me in that moment. Naked, exposed and ball deep in my core. I entirely possessed him. Just as much as he did, me. “Yes!” He growled primally. Agreeing that he was what I decreed. The great Warlord. Mine. Mine to give pleasure, mine to harm. Though I would never do so, the fact that I could get close enough to, reminded me of how intimate the act we did just now was. How connected we are. Then we both erupted. I hooked my legs over his hips. Digging my heels into the backs of his thighs just as he slapped the wall next to me. Raking it with wolf claws as he fought for control of his wild body. Together we slid to the floor. Spent. Or so I thought. He barely paused to catch his breath. Before rolling me onto all fours and mounting me from behind. His ches
And watching him standing there. Streamers of dark magic seeping from him. His blue eyes nearly fluorescing in the dark. I’d never yearned so much for a male. Or to claim one. "We’ll sate our beasts for tonight and tomorrow we hunt!” He rotated within the circle of light cast by Aviari’s fireball. “The mages will guard us until morning.” He gave Hawk and Magus long looks. They nodded back at him. A wave of relief washed over me. I found myself feeling weak. Not only because Killian was okay but because he was declaring for all eyes to see that I was his... Killian finished his announcement and crossed the camp to embrace me. I nearly threw myself into his arms. My skin feeling as though it were on fire. “Come.” He whispered. Palming my cheek and covering my face in small kisses. “I can hardly stand looking at you, just now.” I gave him a wide-eyed look. “I want you so badly.” He assured. “Right
He was kind, patient. Then there was the first time I saw him smile. Everything I’d thought about him before that had shattered and I’d felt true desire. Beginning to realize he was far different then he’d first seemed. “There’s more to it than just guarding me.” I said to Aviari, watching his face carefully. “You’re right.” He said in a strained voice. “Though he would rip my throat if I let something happen to you, this is not my fight.” “But it’s your sister!” I argued. “Yes. And she knows I love her. But this,” He gestured to the entirety of the camp. “All of this. Is his night.” His? Killian’s? “For what?” “To become what he really is.” Aviari smiled proudly. Looking up at the pink moon he added. “Under a Mating Moon, no less. Isn’t that fitting?” His head dropped and he was giving me a pointed study. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “Because