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“I have.” He gently squeezes my hand. “But I do not think your father approves.”
Happiness fills me. “I don’t care,” I state firmly. “But you are a prince, Mal. You have so much more to lose than I do. I’m not a princess or even a duchess. I—”
“Even if you were an Orc, if would not matter,” he counters.
Laughter bursts from my chest, even as happiness bubbles up within me. “An Orc?” I playfully hit at his shoulder, and then tease him. “And what about a Troll?”
A handsome grin curves his mouth. “It still would not matter.” He tugs lightly at the neckline of my sleep gown, and then rubs his jaw against the curve of my neck and shoulder on one side and then the other.
“What are you doing?” I laugh softly, wriggling in his hold at the tickling sensation.
“I am scent-marking you,” he says matter-of-factly. He lifts his head to mine, his gaze full of possession. “So other unmated males will know you are already taken.”
“You know humans do not have a heightened sense of smell like your people do,” I remind him. “So a human man would not know that—”
He pulls a small box out of his pocket and holds it out to me with a wolfish grin.
My mouth opens in surprise as I take it from him. “What is this?” I already have my suspicions, but I’m still afraid to hope. All of this is like a dream, and I worry that at any moment I will awaken in my bed alone.
“I came prepared,” he says proudly, tipping up his chin. “Human males should recognize this sign that you are claimed.”
With trembling hands, I open the box. Nestled inside is a delicate golden ring with a moonstone in the center in the shape of a heart. On either side of it are intricately carved wolves with a lovely scrolling pattern across them. It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. “You are serious about this,” I whisper, more to myself than to him, my heart still suspended between happiness and disbelief.
“I give you my troth.” His gaze holds mine as he slips the ring onto the fourth finger of my right hand.
Emotions clog my throat, and I cannot speak around them as I stare down at my ring.
He lifts my hand to his face, leaning into it as his thumb traces a pattern on the inside of my wrist. “Mine,” he says, his voice a low, deep rumble that vibrates his chest as he closes his eyes and rubs his jaw across my palm.
“Yours,” I whisper in reply and his eyes snap open, dark and full of hunger.
In one swift motion, he rolls me onto my back, capturing my mouth in a claiming kiss.
I love the way his body covers mine, surrounding me in his warmth and his masculine scent. His tongue sweeps into my mouth as he deepens our kiss, both possessive and demanding all at once, and I feel as if I’m floating.
Only the barrier of my clothing separates our bodies. Malak rolls his hips against mine and the press of his hard length against my entrance creates a delicious friction between us, setting my entire body aflame. My heart beats wildly in my chest, as his sharp fangs nip lightly at my throat.
He reaches between us and gently pulls at the neckline of my gown to reveal my left breast. I draw in a shaking breath as the cold night air kisses my bare flesh. His warm hand cups the soft globe. When he rolls the already hardened tip between his thumb and forefinger, I moan as lightning arcs through me.
Encouraged by my response to his touch, he pulls the gown away from my other breast. I inhale sharply as he closes his mouth over the peak, laving his tongue across the sensitive bead.
My pulse throbs between my legs as desire pools deep within. “Mal,” I barely manage, clutching tightly to his shoulders and then running my fingers through his hair as he continues his ministrations, worshipping my body with his hands and his tongue.
A low growl of arousal vibrates his chest as I pull him closer, desperate to feel his body against mine.
His hand travels lower, moving down my form. He grips the hem of my gown and pushes it up to my hips. His fingers trail fire in their wake as he glides them up my left inner thigh. When he reaches the lace material between my thighs, he carefully pulls it aside, and I gasp at his touch.
“So perfect,” he whispers against my heated flesh as he drags his fingers through my already slick folds.
“Mal,” I cry out, the breath rushing from my lungs as he traces his thumb over the sensitive pearl of flesh at the apex. “Mal, please.”
He concentrates on that spot, and my entire body lights up as pleasure coils tightly within. It’s too much and not enough all at once. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Intense sensation builds deep inside me and I can hardly catch my breath, as my entire body goes taut like a bowstring.
And as much as I want him, I’m afraid. This feeling is too much. Too intense and I feel as if it will wash me away entirely. “Mal, wait,” I pant, as I wrap my hand around his wrist.
He stills and lifts his head. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “No, I just… I’ve never felt anything like this before and I—” I swallow hard. “I’m nervous, Mal.”
