Page 46 of Triumph of the Wolf
“Thanks for collecting that,” I said.
“You’re most welcome, my lady.” Pausing in our walk, Duncan bowed low to offer it to me, like a knight of old extending a sword in both hands as he swore fealty.
The gesture touched me, and I paused, not only to accept it but to take a moment to appreciate him. I might also have appreciated his powerful frame, his bare muscled shoulders and arms, and the way the dappled sun highlighted his soft salt-and-pepper hair.
“I admit it didn’t require a great feat,” Duncan added. “Your son was startled by my appearance and dropped it.”
“I’m relieved you didn’t have to fight him for it. That’s a battle that wouldn’t have gone in his favor.”
“No. This day did not require any great battles on my part, alas.” Duncan waved toward the road, which we’d almost reached. “Going on a challenging hunt would have been more enjoyable, but I did find some small satisfaction in wantonly damaging the vehicles of those who seek to displace your pack.”
We resumed walking and crested a small rise, the pond coming into view. The road also came into view, and I stopped and gaped.
The vehicles were more thandamaged. Only Chad’s rental and a couple of the trucks and SUVs were gone. The rest… It looked like a tornado had descended upon the rest.
Several were tipped on their sides or even pushed off the road. Doors, fenders, and roofs had been ripped off and scattered among shattered glass. Numerous tires had not only been deflated but torn entirely from their mounts. A detached door hung halfway up in a tree on the opposite side of the road.
I looked at Duncan, a little incredulous. The last time we’d battled, he’d been weakened from the curse. Clearly, he had recovered his tremendous bipedfuris strength.
“You did ask me to scare them,” he pointed out.
Worried I didn’t approve of this wreckage?
No, he’d done exactly what I’d requested. And then he’d hurried back to the gully to see if I needed any help.
“You’re amazing.” I dropped my purse and hugged him.
“Ah.” Duncan wrapped his arms around me. “I do enjoy hearing those words, butyou’rethe amazing one.” He lowered his lips to my throat, nuzzling me. His touch awakened my nerves, rousing heat and tingling sensations that had nothingto do with the magic of being a werewolf. “I love watching you fight,” he added.
“I’m sad I missed seeing you tear up all those cars.”
“I’ll happily destroy more of your enemies’ vehicles later, if you wish.”
His hand slid down my bare back, nails lightly grazing my skin. My body tightened in response as delicious sensations coursed through me.
“You’ll get me excited with such promises,” I whispered, lifting my face to look at him as I molded my chest to his, his skin radiating warmth.
“I do enjoy getting you excited.” Duncan shifted against me, his hard body promising thathewas getting excited too. He gazed intently into my eyes. “I want you, Luna. I have for so long.”
“I want you too.” I slid my hands over his shoulders and down his back, exploring his firm planes as I parted my lips, offering them for a kiss.
His gaze snagged on them, but he paused in stroking me to hold up a finger.
“You don’t want to get intimate in the forest?” I guessed, glancing toward his van.
It was almost laughable how normal it looked, parked among the carnage. Thetornadohad missed it.
“Oh, I’m quite fond of forest intimacy, but…” His gaze lowered to my chest. One of his hands left my back to curve around my body, fingers raising goosebumps as they trailed over my sensitive flesh. He stroked my breast, and I leaned into him, relishing his touch. His fingers lingered, as if they’d been distracted from their mission, and he bent to touch his lips to my bare skin. My leaning turned into a thrust toward him as my fingers dug into his shoulders. “Veryfond of intimacy,” hemurmured, tasting me, then drawing his lips to my nipple for a suck that sent desire flooding to my core. “But…”
“But?” I gasped a protest, my eyes toward the branches overhead as I gripped and kneaded his muscles, my body pressing itself into him of its own accord.
Instead of answering, his mouth remained on me, lips and tongue teasing as he evoked the most wondrous and arousing sensations. The stubble from his beard shadow brushed my skin, adding to the sensations of pleasure coursing through me. His fingers shifted to the medallion hanging heavy between my breasts. It was glowing, bathing his face in its magical illumination.
He lifted the chain over my head, then dropped it onto the purse at our feet. Before I could question him, he did the same with the medallion around his neck, and I realized what he wanted. To have me, and for me to have him, without any question of whether some ancient magic was manipulating us.
Yes. I approved.
Arms tightening around him, I found his mouth and kissed him. Hard.
