underlying sorrow, determination and fear did not begin in his heart. They came from hers. As did the exultation, delight and shock as he sensed she realized the fierce possessiveness and masculine satisfaction were coming from him.
She reared back from him, her eyes wide with fear. “Is this the normal way of things?” She sucked in air, but her breathing remained erratic. “I cannot believe it is. No one has ever spoken of anything like this . . . this mind joining in my hearing.”
“’Tis not our minds that are joined, it’s our souls.”
“Does it always happen this way for you?” Her voice echoed with both hope and abhorrence at the thought that it did.
It was the hope that prompted him to provoke her a wee bit. “I thought you dinna want to hear about my previous experiences with sex.”
The fear washed away in pure feminine annoyance, the hope completely eclipsed by the abhorrence. Giving a fair imitation of a growl, she demanded. “Tell me.”
“No, ’tis special, just between us.”
“We’re not true mates.”
He didn’t bother to answer; his mind was otherwise occupied, and not by her delectable curves or the rolling emotions flowing between them. A wolf did not have to make a sound like a growl. Wolves just growled. She was not wolf, but she was Chrechte.
The ancient tales were not mere entertainment. They were true. There were other tribes of Chrechte, but how had they hidden themselves?
Fear spiked over the bond between them and then another wash of almost desperate determination, its source feeling slightly different than when he’d first encountered it via this unusual bond.
“Stop thinking,” she instructed in a sultry voice.
Even though part of him knew she was using their intimacy to distract his thoughts, her tone and the carnal yearning coming from her made any thought not directly related to his now-weeping cock impossible.
She kissed him this time, her hot, sweet mouth making a claim his wolf howled absolute approval for.
She touched him, exploring his body with her small, delicate hands. That enhanced connection pulsed in the air between them, once again combining their emotions, ravishing his senses with her unabashed wanting.
Every caress went to that place inside him he swore was his very soul.
In her primal passion, she had an otherworldly beauty that defied words or expectations. She was no mere woman, definitely not human. She was a Chrechte warrior princess of old.
Sabrine pressed against his shoulder and he rolled onto his back without protest. With all the strength he sensed inside her, she could not force him to submit to her lead, but as her mate he could give his beautiful lover this gift. And give it he would.
She would see that she did not have to hide her true nature from him, that he was strong enough to both protect her and meet her as an equal as the Chrechte had done amongst themselves for millennia.
She straddled him, a wild smile tilting her bow-shaped lips. “It is my turn to take you.”
The pleased satisfaction that came over her features showed she had felt his desire for her to do just that. This was the way of the ancient Chrechte mating. Living among the human clans had led to some of the Chrechte taking on many of the restrictions men and women felt they needed to live by. He was glad she was not so encumbered by human mores.
She positioned her sex against his erection and they both moaned at the delight of it.
“You are certain you are up to this?” he found himself asking, though he had not intended to do so.
But they had made vigorous love the night before, and she had been a virgin. Even a Chrechte might not be fully healed from the rending of her maidenhead.
Her look turned tender and she leaned down to kiss him. “I am certain I want you,” she said softly against his lips.
“Then have me.”
She did, pressing her wet and slick flesh over his hard member, encasing him in the volcanic heat of her passion.
She began to rock against him, conversely languid and fierce in her hunger. The eroticism of her actions tore through him, making it near impossible to hold back from taking over. Against expectation, his wolf actually helped him, calling on ancient instincts he did not understand but could submit to. He was warrior. He was alpha.
She was his princess though. She could lead and he would allow it. She could take and in his strength, he could give. He