Page 84 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
The images stop.
“Can I kiss you?”
Her words are as gentle as silk against my mind.How could she want to kiss me after everything she saw in my head?
I’m about to say no. To leave. To run as far away from me as possible when she says,“Please. I need to kiss you.”
The words are so soft, so gentle, so filled with need that I have a temporary lapse in judgment.“Yes.”
Her lips are as gentle as her voice when she kisses me. Her tongue carefully parts my lips—but the moment she’s inside, the kiss shifts. It’s ravenous, like I’m the only man she’s ever wanted or could ever want. There’s a hunger behind it that floods me with wild, reckless thoughts—ones I don’t dare voice even in my head. Dangerous thoughts.
Kiss by kiss, a little of the darkness begins to fade away, and light starts to shine again. But it’s not day, it’s night. And it’s moonlight hitting my skin, not sun.
I open my eyes, and the relief filling hers is overwhelming.
“There you are,” she says with a warm smile as moisture fills her eyes.
I glance around the room and find it’s just the two of us.
“Everyone else left, knowing you should get some rest. I told them I’d take the first shift watching you. I should tell someone you’re awake, though. They’ll be worried about you and relieved to hear you’re okay.”
“They know.”
She frowns. “How?”
“They can hear us. Wolf hearing, remember?”
“Oh,” she blushes.
I grin. “They won’t listen now that they know I’m okay.”
“Why?”
“Because of what they think we’ll do.”
“Which is what exactly?”
Dark heat floods both of our minds as I show her a second of what that could be. Of our bodies melding together in…
Her blush shuts off my thoughts.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice full of concern.
I hate and love how she’s looking at me. “Yes, thanks to you.”
She shakes her head. “No, thanks to Riven. He’s incredible.”
“He’s an anomaly, that’s for sure. One that we are thankful for every day. But I still have you to thank.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You did everything.” I study her closely, needing to understand her more. “Why? Why try to ease my suffering when I’ve done horrible things to you? To others? You’ve seen what I am? I killed your best friend.”
“There’s always a reason.”
“What?”
“There’s always a reason that you kill.”
