Page 37 of Moon Guardian
He reclined me onto the plush rug placed in front of the fireplace, the soft fur cushioning my naked back as he nipped my shoulder, then licked the small hurt.
He repeated the motion, going lower until I opened my eyes. He kissed my fingertips, then moved to the other side to repeat the motion.
Mesmerizing.
I couldn’t look away as he moved over me, worshipping me in a way only a shifter could.
Nip.
Lick.
Kiss.
When he nipped at the top of my breast, my back arched and I squeezed my eyes shut.
“We can stop here,” he said, the strain in his voice betraying the control he held over himself.
I had a feeling he hadn’t taken a mate before, meaning he had been waiting for me for a very long time. Shifters had long lifespans and alphas were nearly immortal.
Which had me wondering what could have killed them all.
Except for Kane.
I opened my eyes, watching him, finding myself mesmerized again by his beauty.
The silver tattoos shone brightly over his skin, swarming as he leaned over me, his hands resting on either side of my body as he waited for my command.
I glanced down, noting the hard length of him just inches from my hips. A part of me wanted to explore what it would feel like to mate a wolf.
I wouldn’t be alone anymore.
And this pack had been outcasts hiding from the rest. Perhaps my anger was misplaced. Kane and his wolves were my allies, the very allies I needed to survive the alphas who had rejected me.
I glanced up at him, my heart shifting in that moment.
“Claim me,” I asked, sure of my decision now.
His pupils blew wide at my request. “Kaitsja—”
I grabbed him through his pants, showing him that I wasn’t a weak little girl.
I was his Goddess.
He grinned. “I will mate you then, Kaitsja, in good time. Only under the High Moon can I properly bind my soul to yours. To take you now would be premature.” When I frowned, he added, “But I can worship you until then, my beautiful mate.”
The next High Moon would be a full cycle away. Perhaps he had waited for me and could endure a little longer, but the thought of waiting to fulfill this emptiness inside of me made my inner entity keen.
No, not an entity.
My wolf.
He pressed his lips against my ribcage, resuming his torturous process of nip, lick, kiss. He worked his way down, pulling my pants past my hips. I was grateful I had washed up in the cavern’s icy pools with Althea now, but he seemed to enjoy my scent.
He didn’t wait, instead he drew his tongue along my sensitive folds, making me arch off the floor. He held me down, grinning as he nipped my sensitive bud in reprisal.
“Do you want my worship, Kaitsja?”
I whimpered, then nodded.
