is purer than those within the Order of the Moon. You lost your virginity at nineteen and weren’t called by the moon to breed until you turned twenty-three. The male who chose you as his mate fell in love with you, yet you declined him, and they sent him away. You earned three immortal marks of strength, power, and one thousand kills before you turned twenty-five. That alone is an accomplishment unheard of for someone with a pussy.” Torrin watched me through chilling eyes, his lips moving as my heart thundered, knowing that the things he’d spoken of were only known by those within the Order or by Landon.
“You were chosen to lead your group before you could even speak full sentences. They trained you for war by the most skilled warriors within the Order of the Moon. You think you aren’t as beautiful as the others you ride with, choosing to allow them to pick their lovers first. Then you take whatever they leave at the end of the night, and you fuck hard. You fight on and off the battlefield, but you find men lacking. It isn’t because they’re unskilled lovers. It’s because you’re dominant and demanding, and they don’t know how to handle you. I do,” he growled, releasing my throat to push against my aching pussy. “You’re always in control because those beneath you depend on you, to never relinquish it, ever. You have not met a man who can give you what you crave, which is to quiet your fucking mind so that your body can find release. You have no control right now, which is why you’re so fucking wet for me, here,” he stated, pushing my panties aside to slide his fingers through the wetness of my arousal.
I swallowed hard, staring into his frosty, pale blue eyes that burned bright while he watched me coming to the reality that he was right. He knew me. He hadn’t sought out just any moon-touched riders; he’d hunted me down on purpose.
That told me more about the situation than listening to Torrin speak to his people in a language they assumed I didn’t understand or comprehend. He also had no clue what languages I was fluent in since that wasn’t in my files.
“Let me go, now,” I seethed, watching as he shook his head.
Torrin’s fingers pushed into my body, and my muscles clamped down hungrily against him. My entire body burned with the singular focus to come undone around him. My spine arched into his touch, and I closed my eyes against the multitude of sensations that ripped through me. I rocked against the fingers, sliding in and out of my body until his mouth crushed against mine. Torrin released my hands, and I moved them to his hair, holding him against me while his scorching kiss left me gasping for air with oxygen-starved lungs. I moaned hungrily against his mouth as he lifted my rear with one hand, never withdrawing his fingers from my body while he walked us to the bed.
Laying me down, he stared at me while lifting his shirt up and over his head. His eyes held me prisoner while my mind slowly came back. I shook my head, and he turned, moving away from me to an enormous desk that had a thick, leather-bound book. His hands rested on it while he faced away from me, fighting to calm the urgency rushing through him.
“Bathe and go to bed before I forget you took a vow of celibacy, and I bury my throbbing cock in your tight body. You make it difficult to ignore your needs when it’s running down your thighs, woman. I have some work to do. I suggest you bathe quickly before I finish.”
He continued to face away from me, gripping the desk firmly. The muscles in his shoulders bunched with tension, straining against the need to give in to the chemistry happening between us. My attention shifted to the window where the moon was shining. I knew I’d be called to the moon this time. That meant I would be with Torrin during the mindless mating need that took control.
Slipping from the bed, I silently shed my dress and moved to the large, opulent tub that had been filled to the rim with steam wafting from it. Beside it on the table were small glass vials of soap and candles that burned with a soft glow, filling the room. In front of the tub was a crackling fire