Page 21 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
I shiver, knowing he’s near. I can still feel his warmth, and the magic he’s using caresses me like a warm blanket, even though my heart begins to thunder in my chest. “I’m not afraid of you, Ambrose. You’re my mate. My equal. My love—”
His lips crash down on mine like I knew they would the second my mind started to mention the word love. I grin, finally getting what I want—all of him.
He growls. “You’re naughty for taunting me.”
“And you’re cruel for holding back on me.”
I still can’t see him. It’s like a blindfold has been pulled down over my eyes, but I don’t beg him to let me see. I trust him. He has my life in his hands. He could kill me with his hands orhis heart. A bite of his teeth or his words. Either way, my life is completely his to decide.
He angles my head to kiss me this time, his tongue sinking deep into my mouth until I’m about to combust from the kiss. I need, need, need…I’ll probably die from lack of coming at this point. Or maybe my impending orgasm will be what kills me. But my death will come because of this man. Now or in a hundred years, it doesn’t matter. And I’d willingly sacrifice it for him again and again for one more night with him.
I shiver as I feel his sharp nails scrape down my back. His fingers are now claws, but as I feel no fur beneath my hands, I know he hasn’t fully shifted, just enough to let his wolf play with me. The nails travel back up my back and then over my shoulder before sinking into my thick sweatshirt.
I hold my breath in anticipation.
“This smells likehim,” he growls before shredding the front with a simple swipe of his claws.
My skin bears itself to the cool air. I wasn’t wearing anything under the sweatshirt, and my nipples pebble.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry I let him take you. His scent is all over you. He—”
“He didn’t touch me. These are just his clothes. He didn’t touch me. You didn’t fail me.”
“I’ll never forgive myself either way.” Another swipe of his claw, and the sweatpants I’m wearing fall to a heap at my feet. I’m naked. But it’s so dark that I doubt even his sharp wolf eyes can make out my body.
“I could stare at you all day.”
I blush. “You can’t even see me.”
“Look down.”
I do, and then gasp. My body is glowing. The runes that were marked into my upper body during the Moonlight initiation are glowing brightly as if highlighting every curve of my body.
“Not fair,” I say when I can’t see him.
“Hmm, who said anything about fair?” I nearly jump out of my skin as he plants a tender kiss on my bare shoulder from behind me. I don’t know when he moved, but when he pulls me back against his body, I can tell that he’s naked too.
I run my hand up and down his thigh. “I want to see you, too.”
“Do you?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“But I’m enjoying teasing you so much.” A crisp breeze runs over the front of my body. An unnatural wind that starts at my toes, curls around my cunt almost like a hand would, before swirling over my nipples in a teasing motion until their peaks are hard and stiff.
It takes me a second to register what just happened. “That was you?”
“Yes, my queen.”
My head falls back against his shoulder as the wind runs over my body again. If my brain could process anything, I might realize how immense his magic is, but all I can think about is how incredible it feels. How incredible he is.
Golden light draws my attention forward as a crescent moon takes shape as if being drawn by hand in the air. The light begins to dance outward in intricate runes, illuminating the muscular man beneath the design as it slowly lights up all of his features through the darkness.
I gasp at the sight of him, almost losing my balance and falling backward, but a gust of wind pushes me upright in a warm embrace.
I raise an eyebrow as my lips curl up. “Now you’re just showing off.”
He grins back. “Is it working?”
