Page 90 of Star Claimed Omega
Fokk, he couldn’t wait to mark her as his mate.
SOLEIL
Soleil’s body was a humming mess of pleasure and awe, draped across Santi’s chest as the violet-tinted dawn bled through the blinds.
She recalled how they made love all night.
How, again and again, he worshiped her, coaxed her open, claimed her until she was wrecked, and malleable, so aching for him.
Yet what lingered, more than even the feel of him, his hands, his lips, his physique, relentless and divine, washis spectral wolf.
All night, it hovered above them like a sentinel woven from amethyst fire and gold starlight.
Every time Santi touched her, the creature’s power appeared to throb into her through him.
Somehow, its presence seemed to tighten their bond, making it even more intimate and incandescent.
Each climax blurred her sense of reality until she wasn’t sure if it was the man who possessed her or the lycan within him. Or both.
She must have finally passed out and slept til dawn, because when her eyes fluttered open again, it was light and Santi was already dressed.
He stood beside her with a steaming cup ofkahawain one hand, his other brushing her hair from her damp brow.
He’d showered, his bearded face neat and trimmed, the scent of his cologne and the leather of his boots mingling with the roasted smokiness of the drink.
What a delicious way to wake,she thought.
‘Morning,cariño,’ he murmured, voice deep and syrup-thick.
He bent and kissed her, long, slow, lips molding to hers like he had all the time in the world.
The kiss pulled a soft moan from her chest. It made her want him all over again.
‘You didn’t have to bring mekahawa,’ she whispered when he finally withdrew with a groan.
‘You gave yourself to me last night with abandon, beautiful,’ he said, handing her the mug. ‘Of course, I have to spoil you for it. Rest. You earned it.’
She sipped, sighed, and then set the cup down and grabbed his belt with a wicked smile. ‘Or you could cancel everything and come back to bed.’
He let out a deep, reluctant chuckle, then leaned his forehead to hers. ‘I want to,misol,Diosknows I do, but we’re close to tracking how the ship got infiltrated.’
Her stomach dropped.
She schooled her expression fast, tamping down even the slightest flicker that might betray her. ‘Right. Of course.’
He stood, kissed her brow. ‘You’re safe here. Always.’
Then he turned to leave, his gait prowling, his silhouette glowing where the light hit his skin.
Soleil forced a smile, waved, and tracked his fine ass as he went.
The moment the door hissed shut behind him, her limbs quivered.
Not from exhaustion, but from dread.
Her fear of Vern returned in a blast of cold terror.
As did the memory of Santi’s violet-gold wolf, stared down at her, studying her, freakin’ penetrating her careful mask.
