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CHAPTER 12. Skye curled her hands behind Paenther’s neck as his warm fingers slid up her bare thigh and curved around her hip






Skye curled her hands behind Paenther’s neck as his warm fingers slid up her bare thigh and curved around her hip. She’d begged him to touch her again, to take her in the most basic way. Her body quaked with anticipation even as her heart swelled with a raw affection for this man who had so many reasons to hate her yet treated her with more caring, more gentleness, than anyone since her mother.

She pulled back, her gaze caressing the strong lines of his face, those high cheekbones and the feral slashes across his eye, then dipped to his mouth. Her own lips parted, longing to feel his again.

As if reading her mind, he leaned forward. She met him halfway, melding her mouth with his, shoving her tongue into his mouth even as he shoved his into hers. She craved his kiss and his touch. Three times he’d come inside her, but only one of those times had he been free to touch her. Only that time in the woods when she’d captured him, and it had all happened too fast.

“Lift up, ” he murmured against her mouth, as his hands gripped her hips on either side and lifted her off her heels.

Skye pulled back from his kiss, watching his dark, passion-filled eyes.

“Spread your knees for me, Beauty. Let me touch you.”

Thick, damp heat gathered low inside her as she did what he asked, her gaze locked on his as she curved her hands over the thick muscles of his bare shoulders to steady herself. She held on to him as his hand traveled from her hip to her stomach, then slowly down.

As her breath caught with frantic anticipation, his other hand slid inside her shirt and covered her breast, setting fire to the sparks already consuming her. She gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as his own finger and thumb plucked at her nipple, drawing hot gasps of pleasure from her throat until she was leaning into his touch, silently begging for more.

The hand on her stomach slid down into her curls before sliding lower, straight to the source of her heat. As a single finger teased the hot core of her pleasure, her hands slid into his hair, and she grabbed his head, holding on against the torrent of sensation. His finger stroked between her legs, flicking the center of her heat over and over until she was moaning and rocking against his hand. Then his finger slid deep inside her, curling against her inner walls, circling the edges of her sheath, around and around, harder, faster, until she felt she was spinning in the eye of a storm.

“Paenther.”

A second finger dove inside her, both shoving deeper still as she pressed her hips down, groaning with pleasure.

Paenther’s head dipped, his mouth on her breast. No one had ever touched her like this. No one had ever tried to give her pleasure at all. No one but Paenther.

As he sucked on her breast, one hand pressed against her back, holding her close as the fingers of the other pressed deep into her body until she was moaning, lost in the whirlwind of sensation.

Paenther’s warm mouth released her breast, moving slowly to her chest and her shoulder. He pulled her closer as his mouth went to her neck. His hand slid into her hair, and he cradled her head, tilting it away to give him full access to her throat.

A thrill of danger danced down her spine at the thought of how vulnerable she was. If he changed into the half animal who’d ripped open her arm, he could kill her. Then again, with his vastly superior strength, he could have killed her at any time.

She trusted him. For now, in this moment, she trusted him.

As he kissed her neck, she rode his fingers, gasping, straining toward release, certain the pleasure couldn’t get any sharper. His hand slid around the back of her neck as his kisses moved to her ear, and she shuddered with delight.

He pulled his fingers out of her suddenly, and she groaned. “Paenther.”

“Shhh, Beauty. Patience.” He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head in one impatient tug, then moved away to remove his pants with a sensuous feline grace. His body was a study in male perfection. She’d seen him aroused before, but the sight of him now, thick and long and wholly erect, took her breath away. He was twice the size of any Mage. And she was more than ready for him.

With a low, animal growl, he swept her into his arms, deposited her in the middle of the bed, and followed her down. She looked up into his face, waiting for him to come to her, but he didn’t move. For long moments, he looked into her eyes, their gazes twined. She felt herself falling into the black depths of his eyes, spinning head over feet. The sweet pressure in her chest grew until her chest hurt.

She adored him.

If only he could be hers.

Paenther’s knuckles brushed her cheek as he stared down at her, then he dipped his head and claimed her mouth, and the passion exploded all over again.

His soft hair caressed her cheeks as his hand slid down her hip, to her thigh, and back up again with barely controlled passion. She curled her arms around his neck and held on, but her Feral wouldn’t be caged, not even within her arms. He nuzzled her cheek and dipped to her neck, then broke her gentle hold and trailed kisses down her chest, between her breasts, over her belly button, and lower.

The light brush of his warm breath tickled her inner thighs as he dropped damp kisses all the way down to her knees. Then he swung around with that animal grace and knelt between her legs, staring at the flesh between with open hunger.

Skye shivered with anticipation, a smile tugging at her mouth. “What are you doing? ”

He met her gaze with a look that was positively sinful. “Enjoying the view.” With his hands, he pushed her knees apart until she was fully open to his sight. He reached for her with both hands, his fingers sliding over tender flesh, plucking and tugging until her body wept with need. “Beautiful, ” he whispered.

She expected him to cover her and slide himself inside her. Instead, he slid his hands beneath her hips and lifted her. “Paenther, what…? ”

“Hook your legs over my shoulders, Beauty.”

“Why? ”

The look he gave her was pure cat. “So I can pleasure you. So I can pleasure us both.”

Her cheeks flamed, but she did as he asked, ready to trust him with anything. Even this. As she wrapped her legs over his shoulders, he pulled her hips up and closed his mouth over the very core of her.

The intensity of the pleasure made her cry out.

He lifted his head an inch, spearing her with his dark gaze. “Do you like it? ”

“Yes.”

His tongue stroked her, sliding inside her, then out again until she was writhing against his mouth, crying for release. Her hands gripped the sheets as she held on against the building tempest. His lips closed over the sensitive heart of her, the place he’d helped her discover with her fingers that night after Birik beat her, and she did cry out. The pleasure was almost too sharp. Almost.

He sucked that small bit of flesh into his mouth and teased it with his tongue over and over, driving and coiling the tension in her body until she shattered on a cry of pleasure, her body pulsing and throbbing, desperate to be filled.

As Paenther lowered her back to the bed, she held out her arms to him, her hips rocking with unabated need. For him. Only for him. “Come inside me, Paenther. Please. I need you inside me.”

He didn’t disappoint her. He slid into her arms and entered her body, his thickness filling her with a delicious stretching pressure. She pulsed around him, thrusting her hips to drive him deeper, needing to be one with this man.

He held himself up on his forearms, capturing her mouth in a drugging kiss as he drove into her, over and over, filling her again and again with a beauty and a warmth. A completeness of body and spirit.

The pressure built inside her, coiling tighter, deeper, until finally the tension released on an explosion of such strength, such richness, it was as if she’d never come before. As her body clenched over and over, Paenther thrust into her hard two, three times more, then on a hard groan of completion, dropped his head to her shoulder.

Tender feelings nearly overwhelmed her as she wrapped her arms around him and stroked his damp back.

If only we could stay like this. Forever.

Finally, Paenther pulled out of her and stood up, scooping her into his arms, startling a smile out of her.

“What are you doing? ”

“Getting a shower. Then I’m finding you something to eat. You need flesh on these bones, woman.”

He carried her to the bathroom at the back of his room and turned on the water but didn’t step in.

She lifted her head from his shoulder. “What are you waiting for? ”

“The water to warm up.”

“A warm shower, ” she murmured with pleasure. “The water in my room in the cavern never ran anything but cold.”

He kissed her temple. “No more cold, Skye. I’ll keep you warm.” Finally, he stepped into the shower with her, gently lowering her to her feet beneath the warm spray. But as he turned to get the soap, she slid her arms around him and pressed her cheek to his back, overwhelmed by the force of her emotions.

Tears began to run freely, mingling with the water from the shower. No one had ever cared for her like this before.

She’d fallen in love with him. But he could never be hers. They had no future because they belonged to two different worlds.

No, that wasn’t completely true. He belonged to the world of the Ferals.

And she belonged nowhere.



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