Page 69 of A Wolf's Treasure
A watery smile was his response. “It’s okay. You’re here with me. It was all in your mind.”
He wanted to believe her.
“Do you remember where you are?”
Aye, he remembered.
The colors dimmed in her eyes, replaced by worry and fear as they searched his face. “It’s not real, Duncan. None of that was real.”
“You were there,” he murmured.
“Yes. I’m sorry. I had to. It was the only way to pull you back.”
“What did you see?” he asked her. He needed to know how much of that she had witnessed.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters tae me.”
She shook her head. “Tricks of the Fae. Horrifying and repulsive. But that’s all it was. They weren’t really there. Nothing was true except me.”
He studied the lass in front of him. His hands were still buried in her hair, and when he went to move them to her face, he saw they were trembling. Still, he touched her, wanting to know she was real and this wasn’t some new horror he was experiencing. “I need tae kiss ye.”
“I need to kiss you, too,” she told him. “I’ve never been so scared, Duncan, as when I walked in here and saw you in the throes of a nightmare created solely by my father. I didn’t know how I was going to pull you out.”
He didn’t know either, but somehow, she had. And she’d done it by coming into the nightmare with him.
His wolf prowled restlessly just beneath the surface of his skin, and Duncan growled low in his throat.
Colors flickered in Ryanne’s eyes. “Kiss me, Duncan. I need to feel you, and I think you need the same.”
He wanted to, he did. “I dinna trust it, lass. I dinna trust ye are truly here.”
So, she made the decision for him. Pulling his head down to hers, she took his mouth with a hunger that rivaled anything he had felt in his life or in his dreams.
With a moan, he took what he needed from her. What was true. The scent of her filled his nose, sweet primrose heavy with the musky notes of her arousal. Her hands stroked him everywhere she could reach with a soft urgency, wiping clean the last remnants of the nightmare he’d been under.
It was with surprise he realized he was still wearing the jeans he’d carried with him and hastily thrown on before coming into the cave. More proof that what he’d just gone through hadn’t been real.
Ryanne’s lips left his to move along his jaw and down his throat. He let his head fall back. Everywhere she touched was fire that burned him in the most pleasurable of ways. Duncan didn’t feel the stone beneath the knees or the ache in his muscles, only the burning desire to slide deep inside of her and let the wet heat of her body soothe away the last traces of the prince’s hallucination.
The heavy shirt she wore was too big and easy for him to work his hands beneath. The feel of her skin was heaven, the weight of her breasts a gift in his palms.
It wasn’t enough.
She made an unhappy noise when he forced her to break their connection so he could pull the shirt up and off. He needed to see her.
But she did him one better.
Standing up, Ryanne kicked off her boots and tugged down her jeans, leaving everything in a pool of clothing on the rocks.
He reached out, touched the soft curls between her legs, then grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to his mouth. His fingers held her open as his tongue dove between the satiny folds to find the taste of her. Ryanne gripped his hair, pulling it near from his head as a long moan tore from her throat.
Och. He’d never tasted anything better than this female.
Duncan loved her with his mouth until she came on his tongue, and then he did it again, and again, until she trembled in his hands and her legs could barely hold her up.
Her taste and scent were all over him, completely erasing what had happened before. When she was crying out his name over and over—part plea for him to stop and part begging he never did—he sat back on his heels and yanked her down so she was straddling his lap. Quickly, he pushed his jeans down and gripped his cock with one hand. He was thick and hard for her. “Come onto me, Ryanne. I need tae be inside ye.”
