the chance to feel alive and safe. She had survived—she’d fought back and won. Her mate had been there when she needed him. And now, she wanted him.
“Kiss me, Rune.”
He did. Tenderly. And that one brief touch of his mouth roused the insistent clamoring need inside her. She pushed her hips against him and felt his erection pressing back. She groaned and swiveled her hips, feeding the fires inside her. “I need you.”
“After—” He looked down at her and shook his head. “Teresa, wait. Take a shower. Rest. Then if you still—”
“I opened myself to the magic, Rune, and if I were stronger, I’d have been better able to fight those men off. Being with you increases my strength—and I need your touch.”
She grabbed one of his hands and moved it down, down across her bare skin to the very heart of her. Then she pressed his palm to her heated core and sighed at the first contact. She was hot and wet and so ready every nerve ending in her body was screaming for release.
“Ah, God …” he groaned, sliding his hand over her sensitive skin, caressing that bud of desire until she let her head fall back on a sigh of bliss. He delved first one finger, then two, into her depths and she rocked on his hand, pumping her hips as she sought release.
He gave it to her.
Teresa lifted her face to his and through passion-glazed eyes, she watched as he lowered his mouth to hers. That first brush of his lips lit up her insides and when his tongue dove into her mouth, she met each caress eagerly. Tongues tangling in a wild dance of desire, their breath mingled as their bodies went up in flames.
The moonlight magic simmered inside her, pushing her on, harder, faster. This was what she had needed from the moment she began her spell. She moved her hips on his hand, felt his fingers stroking her inner muscles, his thumb caressing her core, and it still wasn’t enough. She wanted to be filled by him. She wanted him so deeply embedded inside her that he would never be entirely apart from her again. She wanted his brand on her skin, his cock in her body, his seed filling her womb.
“Rune, I need you. I need to feel you. Now. Oh, God, now.”
“Take this first,” he told her, and she lost herself in the swirling gray of his eyes.
She groaned his name and continued to move against his hand as tiny, shuddering explosions discharged inside her. When that orgasm ended, though, the fire was still there. Still burning, raging out of control. Calling down the moon had opened her body, her mind, her soul to the magic that only Rune could complete. “More.”
Teresa shrugged out of his coat, then pushed at him, tearing at his clothes until he snapped his fingers and got rid of his own clothing and what was left of hers as well.
“You’re trembling, Teresa,” he said, still stroking her core with steady, driving thrusts of his fingers.
“It’s the moon,” she whispered, reaching down to curl her fingers around his hard, thick erection. “It filled me, lit me up and left me so hungry for you, I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill.”
He hissed in a breath and held completely still as she used both of her hands to hold him, stroke him, cup him. Tiny sparks flew from her fingertips and danced across his skin, increasing the heat of her touch, intensifying each caress. He groaned and Teresa smiled with anticipation as his hunger grew to match her own.
“I want you in me,” she whispered, suddenly squeezing both hands around his erection, dropping to her knees to take the tip of it into her mouth.
“Damn it, Teresa!” His voice was a snarl of barely leashed passion.
She looked up at him and smiled, loving what she could do to this man. This amazingly strong, fierce warrior. Keeping her gaze fixed on his, she took him deeper into her mouth, letting her tongue and teeth scrape across his sensitive skin until his massive body trembled with the force of his own self-control.
But she didn’t want him controlled.
And in the next instant, she got exactly what she wanted.
He reached down, yanked her up against him, then tossed her onto the bed. He was on her in a heartbeat, his huge body covering hers, weighing her down on the bed. She felt the cool glide of the bedspread beneath her heated