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I knew I had finally found the feeling he’d spoken about. Something that felt like the building climax of a piece of music.
“That’s right, Claire,” Bastien said, not letting up, evenwhen I spread my thighs wider for him, draping my legs over his. “Come undone for me.”
He’d taken up a punishing pace, working me harder and faster until I wondered what could feel any better than this. But each time I had that thought, that tingling, demanding, intense feeling grew, until I knew there was no turning back.
Something was coming.
My breath was jagged. My heart pounding. I lifted my arms to wrap them behind his neck, holding on to him as I watched him pleasure me. He drew his finger in and out. In and out. His other worked me in tight little circles. So cold, yet so thrilling. I rolled my hips against him, each time feeling the dampness spread over my back.
Faster. Faster.Faster.
We moved together as one. My body tightened. My fists clenching in his hair. My back bowed.
“You’re going to come for me,” Bastien rasped. “Give in to the pleasure you were made for.”
I was right there. Teetering on an edge. But I couldn’t seem to walk over it.
He buried his face in my neck, shuddering, before he gritted out,“I’m coming—fuck, Claire—coming. Come with me, my moonflower.”
A jagged breath left him. And that was all it took to let go. I screamed through our shared connection as everything inside me unraveled. Pure, unadulterated pleasure tore through me in waves. I shook, I moaned, but Bastien didn’t stop. He played with me until I was completely done and the little tremors happening low in my core had ceased.
A moment of stillness passed. The sound of our breaths filling the small tent. A satisfaction I’d never known settling over me. His hand floated up my stomach, holding me in place, holding me against him. When I didn’t think I was capable offeeling an ounce more pleasure, he lifted me off his lap and set me on the cushion, dropping onto his knees in front of me.
I thought we were done, my body still humming with aftershocks—when he caught the back of my legs. For a knee-weakening moment, I thought he meant to lick me.There.But instead, the shadows under his eyes darkened, and he lunged for my soft flesh, his fangs latching onto my thigh, drawing my wet center against his cheek as he feasted on me.
There was no kissing or licking or nipping. This was a feeding. Raw. Impulsive. And it was exactly what I needed. His finger slid back inside my heat, working in quick pulses that drove me right to the edge.
“Bastien,” I moaned. The word slipping from my lips. Not through our connection. Everything too intense to remember not to speak.
The pleasure of him drinking from me caused another, even stronger release, and I came all over again, shaking and moaning until he was done.
“Now we’re even,” Bastien whispered against my skin. He leaned back on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. Taking a fresh silk towel from a basket, he cleaned the mess between my legs. I found I was sensitive to even the lightest touch.
“What do you mean?” I asked, half delirious.
He simply grinned in response. “Let’s get you back to our tent. You need supper and water.” His gaze darkened as it fell on my bare shoulders. “Where’s your cloak?”
Chapter 21
Commander
BASTIEN
Claire undid the ties of the tent to retrieve her cloak. I watched her, knowing I was getting too close. Taking too much of her blood. Of her. Allowing myself to be consumed mind, body, and soul. Muddling my duty to protect and honor her with the pull of the mate bond. And now, I was feeling what she felt through our connection, which had never happened before.
She plucked a cloak and a pair of gloves from under a pile of newly fallen snow, but even with the material covered in thick snowflakes, I recognized the royal blue color. “Don’t be angry,” she began.
I ripped the cloak from her hands. The sight of it—of her holding my nephew’s color—made the world narrow to red. With all the calm I could muster, I slid a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to mine.
“Why do you have my nephew’s cloak?”
She trembled. “He-he gave it to me.”
Is that so?
I found another desire rising inside me—the one to slay myown kin for daring to cloak my mate. A low growl resonated in my chest, and Claire recoiled from me. I was scaring her. I needed to calm down.
I tried drawing in a slow breath to no avail. “Why did he give you his cloak?”
