Unleashed by the Defender (Brides of the Kindred #25) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,68

pale, silvery markings of J’are’s k’dra. They glowed like pale fire all along his big, muscular body, an unmistakable harbinger or what was to come.

Imani didn’t dare to move—she barely dared to breathe. Holding tightly to the branch she was straddling, she squeezed herself tight, praying that the big Nightwalker would pass her by…would just go away.

And for a moment, it seemed like he would. The pale green eyes turned aside and the silvery k’dra markings melted into the darkness.

Somewhere else, Imani thought, her heart thumping. He’s hunting somewhere else! I’m safe!

But her elation lasted only for a moment. There was a rustle in the leaves behind her and when she turned, the pale green eyes were looking directly into her own.

J’are was right on the branch beside her.

Imani screamed and lost her tenuous grip on the rough bark. With a shriek, she plunged towards the ground in a fall that would certainly have broken several bones—or maybe even her neck.

But before she could land, J’are dove out of the tree and padded neatly to the ground. Holding out his arms, he caught her as easily as though he’d been standing there waiting the entire time.

Imani had never seen anyone move so quickly. She stared at the big Nightwalker in surprise and fear as he cradled her close to his broad, bare chest.

“J’are?” she whispered, her heart pounding in her throat. “J’are, please if you’re in there…if you can hear me, talk to me. Tell me you’re still aware of what’s going on!”

The big Nightwalker opened his mouth and a single word came out. Looking Imani right in her eyes he growled,

“Mine.”

Thirty-Six

“J’are, please—we went over this. You know why I can’t be yours,” Imani begged, knowing it was no good. She could tell from looking into his eyes that the thinking part of him was gone—off on vacation, at least until the lights came back on and the jungle and its three moons disappeared.

Still, she had to try.

“God knows part of me wants you—yearns for you the way you yearn for me,” she started. “But J’are listen, please. We can’t—”

But it was clear the big Nightwalker wasn’t hearing her. Or at least, he wasn’t processing anything she had said.

Carefully, he laid her down on the soft grass under the tree. Imani started to get up, but she found that his long arms were on either side of her head, effectively caging her in. Before she could try again to move, he buried his face in her neck.

Imani’s breath caught in her throat—was he going to bite her now? Going to rip out her throat in some savage display of passion turned lethal?

But no—though she felt his teeth—especially his fangs—along the sensitive flesh of her throat, he didn’t bite or tear. Instead, he lapped her gently, as though he simply wanted to taste her skin.

And then he started to move lower.

Imani bit her lip as she felt his hot breath through the thin lace that barely covered her breasts. Her nipples were instantly erect and though she knew she shouldn’t be aroused, a bolt of sudden desire shot through her, making her moan and shift her hips restlessly.

J’are seemed to take this as an invitation because he took the edge of the lace in his teeth and began to pull.

Oh my God, he’ll rip it! And then how am I going to be able to get out of here without anyone knowing what happened?

There was only one thing to do if she didn’t want her dress to be ruined and her secret exposed. With trembling hands, she reached up and pushed the lace band down, baring her breasts for him.

J’are growled approvingly, deep in his throat and leaned down to lap one of her nipples. Imani gasped as a bolt of pure pleasure shot through her when his warm tongue bathed her tender bud. God, she shouldn’t be getting off on this desperate situation, but somehow she couldn’t help it!

Part of it was that her nerves were still so tense—keyed up to the breaking point. It kept the adrenaline coursing through her, making her pant with fear and desire. But another part—a very large part—was his scent.

She’d always loved the way the big Kindred smelled—the dark, spicy, animalistic musk that he carried with him everywhere he went. But now the scent had been doubled—no—trebled in intensity. Imani felt as though it was getting inside her—making her doubt her own will, making her want the male on top of her no matter

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