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Their gazes met and he saw the hunger in her eyes. The desire.
She watched me fight. And it aroused her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Khorrek’s eyes found hers across the fire. Black. Feral. Triumphant.
The mate bond pulsed between them, hot and possessive, and Thea stopped thinking altogether. Her feet carried her towards him, drawn like a moth to a flame, and she met him at the edge of the training area.
“Enjoy the show?” His voice was rough, breathless.
“That was…” She couldn’t find words so she settled for truth. “Incredibly hot.”
His pupils dilated. “Hot?”
“I had no idea fighting could look like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like dancing. Like art.” Her hands slid up his chest and felt the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palms. “Like pure power and grace combined.”
He made a low, possessive noise and then his mouth was on hers, claiming, demanding, and she gave herself over to sensation.
This. This is what I’ve been missing my whole life.
Not just physical pleasure—though that was certainly part of it.
But connection. Belonging. The bone-deep certainty that she was exactly where she was meant to be. With him. Forever.
When he pulled back, his eyes were still black, his Beast close to the surface.
“Take me away from here,” she whispered.
He didn’t hesitate. He swept her into his arms with the casual strength that always left her breathless. Ignoring the knowing laughter from the Windrunners, he carried her past the fire and past the tents into the grasslands beyond the camp.
The night air was cool against her flushed skin, and countless stars blazed overhead.
I’ve never seen so many stars.
Even the best dark sky preserves on Earth couldn’t compare to the brilliant display above them.
He kept walking until the sounds of the camp faded to distant murmurs and they were alone beneath the vast expanse of sky. He set her down gently, despite the urgency she could feel thrumming through him.
“You’re sure?” His voice was strained. “Out here?”
“Yes,” she said, equally urgent. She helped him strip off her clothes then fumbled impatiently at the hem of his leather tunic.He growled and yanked it off, revealing the raw strength of his warrior’s body and the scars that mapped his life. She leaned in, catching one of his flat nipples in her mouth and startling a growl out of him as she worked to free his erection. He felt huge and heavy, pulsing with life against her palm, and her own body responded with a flood of heat and moisture.
Her fingers closed around him and he shuddered, a guttural noise escaping his throat. She took a moment to explore the silken skin, the heavy weight of him, the thick band of flesh around the base that marked his knot. He groaned and reached for her, but she bent her head and licked him instead. Gods, he tasted good.
His whole body shuddered as she ran her tongue over the ridges and veins, memorizing his shape and taste. The sheer masculine power he exuded, and the way he surrendered to her touch, was the most intoxicating thing she had ever known. She’d never done this before, and she couldn’t take much more than the tip of that enormous cock into her mouth but it didn’t seem to matter. a low continuous growl came from his lips as she licked and sucked and took as much of him as she could.
“Thea…”
Her name was barely recognizable, and she looked up to find the eyes fixed on her face were solid black, an almost feral expression on his face. He looked utterly destroyed, completely undone by what she was doing.
“Let go, Khorrek,” she whispered.
He didn’t answer, but he fisted his hands in her hair, urging her on as his hips rocked against her. She worked him with her mouth, using her hands to cover the rest of that thick shaft,desperate to see him fall apart. She wanted to be the one who gave him this pleasure.
