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“I’m—” he warned, but she did not pull away. She wanted every drop of him.
He came with a shout, flooding her mouth.
Wyn paused, waiting for him to empty. His grip loosened on her head and she swallowed.
He sank to his knees and kissed her deeply. For a moment, she wanted to push him away because gross. If the taste of himself bothered him, Lorran gave no sign. He claimed her mouth like it was the greatest gift he ever received, and maybe it was, not to sound conceited.
He pressed his forehead to hers and gave a happy sigh.
“I am so going to enjoy practicing with you,” she murmured.
“My forever,” he answered. “My home. My mate.”
Chapter 14
Wyn
“You know, my family probably thinks you have me chained to the bed,” Wyn said.
Lorran huffed, sounding amused. “I would never. Your skin is far too delicate.”
Wyn rolled to her side. Seeing as the standard-issue bunk had been too narrow for both of them comfortably, they put two mattresses side by side on the floor and made a nest out of pillows. “What is on the agenda today?”
His eyes swept over her, and before she knew it, he had her pinned to the mattress. She opened her legs wide enough for him to settle into place. He rocked his hips forward and she had a fairly good idea of his agenda. The man ate pussy like a champ. Practice made perfect.
Sometime later, they cleaned up. While she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, he brought in a mug of steaming tea. “I would like to hunt today.”
“I thought you said the island was too dangerous.”
“I said I needed information on native predators. I have conducted a survey and believe that there is nothing in the forest that I cannot best.”
“So long as you’re the big bad monster, huh?”
He flashed that self-assured grin. “The biggest and the baddest.”
“Really? I thought that was Mylomon.”
With a growl, he lunged, and they tumbled back down to the mattress. Their initial kisses were playful and quick, a peppering to stop her laughter. Kisses grew heated, and touches lingered, turning to caresses.
Heaven above, this man was too tempting. If she weren’t careful, she’d die dehydrated but with a satisfied smile on her face.
“The spirit is willing, but the flesh really wants some fresh air,” she said, finally breaking away. “What are we hunting? How warmly do I need to dress?”
Her wardrobe was limited to her one suitcase, and she didn’t pack a hike in the woods. She walked on her knees to the suitcase and dug through, setting aside a pair of heavy jeans and a hooded sweatshirt.
“You misunderstand.Iam hunting.” Lorran closed the lid of her suitcase.
“Oh.” Wyn sat back on her heels. “I’m not helpless.”
“I know you are not, but there are too many unknowns.”
Wyn looked up at the water-stained ceiling and tried her best to keep her cool, because while she felt disappointed and upset, she refused to throw a tantrum. “So you want me to sit in here all by myself while you go do your thing.”
“Correct. I am pleased that we are in accordance.” He nodded, as if that settled the matter.
She wrapped and unwrapped a stray curl around her finger, trying her best to keep her cool, but this was not cool. “You just decided that? On your own? No discussion or compromise? You’re the man and you make all the decisions?”
Her tone must have tipped him off about the serious uncoolness of the situation because, bless him, he finally looked concerned. “There is nothing to discuss. You will remain here, where it is safe.”
