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Kiera
Three Weeks Later.
Kiera finally had Xander back again, inside the fortress and alone in her bedroom. She had hardly closed her door and he was on her. Her eyes fluttered closed as Xander’s low bass growl permeated into her bones. Was it her imagination or did his voice grow even deeper? His rough, hot fingers traveled down her neck, stopping for brief seconds around her throat as his heavy palm rested on her collarbone.
“You want me to live here? With you?” he asked, still contemplating her earlier invitation.
“Well yes. In time, perhaps.”
“I’m not too sure about that. Do you remember what’s down in the dungeon?”
“Whatandwho,” she reminded him.
“Right. Minassus.” Xander grinned. “How is he doing down there with front row tickets to his three ravager bunkmates?”
“He is not a happy ex-Regent, that is for sure.”
“Someone needs to remind him that he’s safer down there than with some of my soldiers.”
“Like Liam?”
“Exactly.”
Kiera tried to steer the conversation back to the idea of living in the fortress. “Really Xander, we would do well here. Plus your mother loves it,” she added, giving him a wink. “And someone has to live in the fortress.”
“True, but I believe the Council can decide. We can open this place up for all, the way it was before. Plus…” he smiled. “My mother and me under one roof? Uh-uh.”
“But she’s so kind to me.”
“Mom is awesome, and I am happy that you enjoy spending time with her, Kiera, but…no. Just no. Besides, I’m not sure I could live here.”
“Why not?”
He wrapped his arms around her waist. “I want you all to myself, pretty little witch. Trust me, you would want it that way too.” The last four words were not quite out of his mouth when he picked her up, carrying her to her bed. “Admit it.”
“Perhaps,” she breathed out in a whisper.
Xander smiled. He bent forward, sprawling them both out on her bed with all his weight pressed between her legs. He teased that spot near her collarbone again, anchoring his fingers in the roots of her hair as he pulled her head to the side. With better access to her tender flesh, he blew a heated breath against her skin, and her core tightened. She whimpered, relishing the wave of goosebumps along her back. Taking hold of his muscular biceps, she did her best to hang on while he devoured that spot with his lips, tongue.
“I have wanted you since I first saw you, Kiera,” he growled against her ear. “To have you completely, to own you…and protect you…and to love you.” She froze at his words, and he lifted his head to look into her eyes. “You heard me. I love you, Kiera.”
Kiera could not catch her breath, but managed to whisper, “I know.”
“You read my mind, didn’t you?”
She smiled softly. “No, but do not think I won’t do it one day,” she joked.
“I’ll try to remember that.”
“I love you, Xander,” she told him, no longer able to hold out on admitting how much she cared for him.
Smiling, he kissed her gently, sliding his hand down to tease her breasts. The unexpected contact had her bucking her hips eagerly. He massaged her nipples, and growled out a chuckle when she squirmed beneath him in response.
“You love that, don’t you? Me on top of you, trapping you under my weight so you can’t move.”
She gave him a weak nod, reaching her hands around to his back as he ground his hips against hers. Arching up, she rolled her hips into his thick, throbbing manhood through her clothes. All that teasing contact made them both groan, and her need overtook every other thought or emotion. Closing her eyes, she gave in to him…her man. “Yes. I need you, Xander.”
