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I’m hungry, so hungry for more. But Ambrose is slowing his kisses and barely touching me instead of increasing the intensity of our pleasure.
I need more, so much more from him. I know I’ll spend every second of every day aching for him now that I’ve kissed him until he’s fully claimed me in every way possible and I him.
“Touch me,”I purr in his mind in my most forceful demand.
His eyes flash open at my command, and the gold glow is swirling, mixing with the dark of his pupils as he stares back at me.
Fear should be my response. I know that, but my belly coils as heat spreads through my body as his dark stare.
He grabs my hand, plunging our joined hands between the band of my shorts and panties until I can feel how drenched they are.
“How wet are you?”
“Soaked.”
He growls his approval.
“You should see for yourself,”I say seductively, needing his touch more than I need air.
He stiffens and looks at me with such longing that I know we are going to tackle all of my firsts in one night, but I don’t care. I need this man. I don’t care about his past. I don’t care who he’s killed. I don’t care that he locked me up or why. I need him. The rest we can figure out later.
I reach out to pull him back into an aggressive kiss, but before I can brush my fingers against his locks of hair, he’s gone. Vanished, as if he wasn’t even here in the first place. In his place, his two lingering words echo in my head.
“I can’t.”
Chapter 21
Ambrose
Lumi’s going to die, and it’s going to be my fault. I know her fate—I know both of our fates—the second I kiss her. And I’m desperate to change our destiny.
There is so much she doesn’t know, so much that I can’t explain to her yet. The only thing I know for sure is that if I don’t get ahold of myself and fast, she’ll die.
I stand on my back deck, sucking in lungfuls of air as I try to cool off after that kiss. I thought kissing her was for the best. I thought she needed to see how our physical connection was different than anything either of us had ever felt before.
Instead, I almost killed her.
Flames dance through my body, and my wolf is burning to be let free. To run. To kill.
I force more air down my throat—more, more, more. And I try to think of anything else, anyone but her. Because if I think about how her soft lips felt pressed to mine, or how she fit perfectly in my hands, or the soft whimpers she made when I touched her, then I won’t be able to stop myself. And she’ll end up dead.
I grip the railing on the deck until my knuckles turn white, and my muscles tremble as I force myself to stay frozen whereI stand instead of returning to her. But even with the door shut and Lumi in the basement, I can still hear her. Her shallow breaths and erratic heartbeat are like a siren’s call, begging me to return to her.
I can’t.
I fucking can’t.
We aren’t going to survive until the next full moon. I’m not sure I can survive another minute without returning to her. Without tasting her again. Without claiming her and exploring every seductive part of her.
“Ambrose,”his wicked voice slithers into my head. It’s not like my connection with Lumi that feels warm, like sliding into a second home when I talk to her through our bond. A very seductive, desirable home that I want to fuck until we’ve both lost all control. Nor does it feel like talking to Emeric, which is less talking and more intuitively reading each other’s mind, as we’ve been friends for so long that it’s impossible not to know what the other is thinking.
No, Nyx’s voice in my head is like an invasion that I immediately want to block. It’s only possible because of how strong we both are as alphas, but we can only communicate the most basic of thoughts.
I grip the railing harder. He didn’t leave. He’s still here. It’s the only way he’d be able to communicate with me.
“Where?”I send the word flying back like a bullet intent on killing him.
“Here,”Nyx says, and images of evergreens fill my head. Despite the vagueness the images would invoke in most people, I know exactly where he is. I know every tree and every landscape of my territory.
