Broods Of Fenrir - By Coral Moore Page 0,43

he decided that lighting the fireplace was a terrible idea. Cobwebs and debris cluttered even the lowest part of the chimney.

She lifted the blanket when he sat down next to her and settled it over his shoulders before snuggling against his side.

“No good?”

He wrapped an arm around her. “Nope, it should warm up, though. It"s a small area, and I generate a lot of heat.” She rested her head against his shoulder. “I feel warmer already.”

“Good.” He buried his face in her hair and inhaled. The first snow of winter in an alpine forest tickled his nose.

“Brand?”

He murmured an affirmative noise into her hair.

She turned her head to look into his face. “Would you sing with me?”

“Of course I will.” He smiled, pushing back a few strands of chestnut hair that had fallen into her face. “I assume you"re asking because you want to lead?” She nodded, her tongue coming out to moisten her 119

lower lip. “You"ll follow?”

He threaded his fingers with hers. “I"ll follow you anywhere.”

Beaming a smile at him, she sat straighter and filled her lungs. She raised her face and howled. The grace of her features, reverent and peaceful in song, captivated him. He had never witnessed anything so beautiful.

Then, he remembered he was supposed to be singing with her. Inhaling, he lifted his voice to join her. They finished the solemn song together, his lower howl chasing hers in the ancient melody.

When the last note trailed off, she darted in to kiss him, her lips warm and soft against his. Placing her hand in the center of his chest, she pushed him back. His pulse pounded in his ears, an echo of the beast"s struggle inside him. He fought the urge to take control of the kiss, combating it by bracing his hands behind him.

As if his retreat were an invitation, she continued forward. Her fingers opened the buttons of his shirt one at a time. She pulled his shirt open and broke away from the kiss to lower her mouth to his neck. Leaning his head back, he inhaled a shaking breath. Her lips and tongue caressed the skin of his bared throat.

It took every bit of his control to contain the beast. He couldn"t let it free and risk hurting her. She pushed him the rest of the way down, until he was flat on his back. His heart thumped as it did while on the hunt. She was out of her clothes in what seemed an instant and loomed above him, one hand on his chest to keep him on the ground.

She dove for his neck; the strength of her sudden bite made him jerk. When his blood hit her tongue, a shockwave reverberated through him. His power flowed into her like a current of electricity. She moaned into his neck.

A languid feeling settled into him. He curled an arm around her head, pressing her mouth tighter against him. She responded to his encouragement by biting down harder. The 120

pain raced through his body with each beat of his heart. His head fell back as a groan escaped him. She moved atop him without letting up on the pressure of her teeth, her breasts pushing into his chest.

The area around the wound began to tingle. She kept her teeth locked, snarling as she tugged on the skin to set the mark. A pulse of her power throbbed around the wound. She drew more of his blood into her mouth, and then released her hold on his neck.

She sat up, pushing her hands against his chest, triumph lighting her face. She was the most amazing creature he had ever seen. The wild tangle of her hair fell over her shoulders to almost, but not quite cover her breasts from view. The angle of her thighs, straddling his torso, accentuated the delicious curve of her hips. He ached from his struggle with the beast.

She slid her hips down along his torso. Her red-painted lips parted in a toothy grin as she unfastened his belt. With deliberate slowness, she unzipped his pants. The tension building within made him writhe under her. He reached for her, but she pressed him back down onto the floor with one hand while freeing him from the uncomfortable confines of his pants with the other.

She took him in a quick, decisive movement that tore the breath from his lungs. She gripped his throat as she took what she wanted with no remorse. Nothing but her desire mattered while her hunter"s gaze