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He wraps his arms around me and rolls us onto our sides, facing each other. Mal runs his fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ear as he studies me. “We can stop,” he whispers softly. “We do not have to do anything until you are ready.”
I nod, and he gently pulls my neckline back up to cover my breasts and then tucks my cloak around my shoulders. I nestle into him, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms around me as I rest my head on his bicep.
Mal presses a tender kiss to my forehead and then smooths a hand down my back. I lift my head to his, and cup his cheek. “Can we just kiss for now?”
A handsome smile lights his face and he arches a brow. “You like my kisses?”
I decide to tease him. “I think so, but I’m not sure.”
His expression falls. I try but fail to suppress a grin, and he laughs. “Are you teasing me?”
I nod.
He rolls onto his back, placing his hand over his chest. “You stopped my heart, Luna.” He shakes his head in mock frustration. “I thought you were serious, and I was worried you’d never let me kiss you a—”
I press my lips to his, and then smile against them as I whisper. “Maybe we should practice.”
He deepens our kiss, plundering my mouth with his tongue and making me dizzy and breathless as desire pulses through my veins.
With my skirt still bunched up around my waist, I can feel the hard press of his length against my lower abdomen as he holds me close. Curious, I reach between us, and a tortured groan leaves his mouth as my fingers explore him.
Warm liquid beads at the crown, and he’s so large I cannot reach my fingers entirely around his girth. A large bulge of spongy tissue around his base swells and tightens beneath my touch. “Mystavis very sensitive.” He groans. “My knot even more so. If you keep—” His breath hisses out from between his fangs, and he grips my wrist, quickly pulling my hand away.
He rolls me beneath him. His stav is still hard and erect against my inner thigh, and warm liquid weeps from the tip, leaving a wet trail along my tender flesh as he kisses me fiercely, curling his tongue around mine and stealing the breath from my lungs.
I hold tightly to him, tracing my fingers along the thick cords of muscle that line his shoulders and back.
He rips his mouth from my own and presses a line of kisses along my jaw and down the curve of my neck. “Want to mark you as mine,” he rasps, as his tongue traces over my already sensitive skin.
I tilt my head to one side, offering him better access. “Mark me as yours,” I whisper.
He releases another tortured groan and then rolls us back onto our sides. He rests his forehead gently to mine as he clenches his jaw. “If I mark you, my inner wolf will want to claim you,” he whispers.
I cup his cheek. “But I’m already yours.”
“You do not understand.” His eyes snap to mine, dark with hunger. “It is instinct.” A hint of a growl laces his words. “The wolf inside, and myself… we are one and the same.Mydesire for you is great, buthisis ravenous. If I mark you now, he will not settle until we fully seal our bond.”
Heat flushes my entire body as the understanding of what he means falls into place.
Breathless and panting, I can feel his heart pounding against my own. I want him. Desperately. But I’m worried it will be painful. “Will it hurt?” I whisper.
He freezes in place, and then lifts his head. His nostrils flare as he scents the wind. Without warning, he jumps to his feet and turns his back to me.
Panic fills me, and I quickly push myself up to standing. “What is it?”
Crouched in a defensive stance, his claws extend as he stares out at the darkness and a low and menacing growl rises in his throat. “Stay behind me,” he murmurs. “Someone is coming.”
Ice freezes my veins as three sets of glowing eyes blink at us from the darkness. “Looks like you’ve saved us the trouble and caught this one already,” a deep voice rumbles in the dark.
“Why are you here?” Malak snarls.
A Wolf-Shifter with yellow eyes steps into view, followed by another, their fangs bared in feral anger and glinting beneath the silvery moonlight as they approach. “The king has ordered the arrest of Ambassador Falen and his family,” he grits out.
“Why would he order this?” Malak frowns.
“Avalor has declared war upon Winterhold. They sent an assassin to murder your Father and brother.” He narrows his eyes at me. “The assassin was seen leaving Ambassador Falen’s home this morning, and the king wants him to answer for these crimes.”
Righteous anger burns in my chest. “My Father had nothing to do with—”
