Page 347 of Primal Bonds

He crowded Rosana against the wall. Drowning in her. The breast filling his hand. Her scent in his nostrils, fresh and clean as rain. The needy moans she made when he rocked his pelvis against hers.

He’d tried to be good. Tried to send her away. If she refused to go, well, he wasn’t a fucking saint.

Besides, it wasn’t safe for her to be out alone. Not tonight. The hours between dusk and dawn were when the night fae hunted. Better she stay with him until morning.

And yeah, he was grasping at straws, but tough shit.

Her tongue flicked at his closed mouth. He dragged in a breath, picturing what else she could do with that hot little appendage.

For an almost-virgin, she was sure catching on fast. He loved that she felt comfortable enough to challenge him. His cat adored a good game.

“Ah-dreek.” A husky murmur against his lips. “Kiss me back.”

“Rosana…” He squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to remember why this was a bad idea. Why he should boot her sexy ass out of his den.

But he could barely recall his own name, and somehow his hand was on her other breast now, pinching that nipple into hardness beneath the purple stretchy-thing she wore.

She nipped his lips. “Kiss me.”

Hunger crashed through him. He wanted, no needed, to spend this one last night with her.

Langdon had to be taken out. Marjani would never be safe otherwise. And he’d be damned if he’d let the prince tear Merry from the only family she remembered to raise her in the dark, twisted world of the New Moon Court.

When he left this time, not even his sister would know. Because she’d never let him go alone, and the plan called for one man—a quick, surgical strike. The problem was getting back out again after he’d made the kill. Frankly, he didn’t expect to return.

Then here came Rosana, offering herself to him. And gods, he wanted her. Craved her more than life itself.

She wasn’t just one of his women.

She was the only woman.

He released her to strip off her shirt and bra. The silver charm bracelet got tangled in the shirt sleeve and gave him a slight shock, so she removed it and pulled off the shirt and bra herself, shoving the bracelet into her pants pocket.

Meanwhile, he dragged off his own shirt, and then pressed her to the wall again. Her nipples were hard and aroused against his bare chest.

The knit cap had protected her hair from the rain. Only the ends were damp, curling wildly around her face. He filled his hands with her glossy tresses and brought his mouth to hers.

She made a sexy sound low in her throat and gripped his head. Heat leapt between their bodies, like they were kindling and someone had set a match to them.

They kissed each other, hungry and unrestrained, both their animals awake, greedy. Devouring each other’s mouths. Raining kisses over each other’s faces. Grinding their hips against each other.

His fangs pricked out of his gums. He drew back, wary of hurting her, but she just smiled and pulled him back to run her tongue over the tips.

Her hands were on his waistband, undoing the button and streaking inside. He’d gone commando, and she gave a hum of satisfaction before closing cool fingers around his cock.

His eyes rolled back in his head. He groaned and reveled in the squeeze and slide of her fingers.

She was right, he was a little afraid of how he was with her. Only with Rosana did he forget he was Lord Adric, an alpha with an entire clan depending on him. With her, he was just Ric Savonett. A man with his woman.

Grabbing for the last shreds of his control, he caught her wrist, stopping her.

For the first time, she looked unsure. “You don’t like that?”

“I like it fine.” He crouched to unbuckle her moto boots, tapped the right boot. “Lift your foot.” When she obeyed, he removed first that boot, then the other one, slipping off her socks as well. Rising back up, he swung her into his arms. “But I want to get horizontal with you.”

“Oh.” Wrapping an arm around his neck, she smiled into his eyes. “So now you’re asking.”

“I’m not asking.”

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