“Then what makes you think it was jealousy?” he demanded.
“I wasn’t sure until I bumped into Lucas on the way out and he had his arms around me,” she answered, forcing herself to keep her expression mellow, despite her pleasure at his possessiveness. “Then I felt it so strongly from you that I couldn’t possibly mistake it for anything else. You were jealous. Admit it.”
He stood there with his arms crossed, glaring down at her for several long moments. Then he sighed and threw his hands into the air in defeat. “Fine, I am jealous. Are you satisfied?” he growled.
Arya smiled and stepped toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She laid her head on his chest and said, “You don’t actually think you have anything to worry about, do you?”
He tucked a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his, and she found herself swimming in the sea of his eyes, which had begun to shift from green to yellow. “No, I do not. But I don’t like seeing another man touch you, especially when I can clearly tell how much he desires you.”
Arya stood on her toes and pressed her lips gently against Kellan’s, squeezing him more tightly. “I would feel the same if some woman had her arms around you,” she admitted.
Kellan raised one eyebrow before asking, “Really?”
Arya nodded, and he scooped her into his arms and said, “I must get you home quickly. Darkness is falling.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he broke into a run—down the forest path, through the maze, and into the village. He didn’t stop running until he reached their door, which he practically kicked open. He kicked the door shut behind him, and headed straight for the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed with a look of primal lust in his eyes.
Arya bit her lip as her pulse quickened. She watched as he peeled away his clothing, her eyes raking across his broad chest and down his flat stomach. His hardness showed through his trousers, and he removed them slowly, causing her to ache with desire.
When he was fully undressed, he lay beside her, pressing his lips to hers, teasing them apart with his tongue as he slowly slid his hand under her long skirt to massage her knee. From there, his hand traveled up her inner thigh, drawing a shiver from her as their tongues entwined.
As they continued to kiss, he slowly removed her clothing piece by piece. His body was trembling with the intensity of his desire, and Arya was certain it was painful for him to take this slowly. She could feel his discomfort. She wanted to quell it.
She pushed her hands to his chest and shoved him onto his back, rolling on top of him in one swift movement. His eyes widened, but before he could say anything, she closed her lips over his and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She straddled his body, sliding against his hardness, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers.
“Woman, you drive me mad,” he growled against her lips.
She pulled away and shot him a wicked grin before sliding downward and taking his manhood in her hands. He watched curiously as she began to stroke it, and it twitched in her hand. She could sense how much he loved this, and she wanted to take it further, drive him even wilder. Cautiously, she took the head between her lips.
He groaned loudly the moment he entered her mouth, and his hands fisted the blankets beneath him as he struggled to control himself. His body trembled, and he groaned again, this time through gritted teeth.
“Woman…” was the only thing he could manage to say.
With her hand wrapped around the shaft, she began to suck him, teasing along the shaft with her tongue as her head bobbed. Her connection with him was no so strong that she could feel everything he felt as though she were feeling it herself, and she used this to guide her as she pleasured him. Tension mouthed within her as she pleasured him, coiling tighter and tighter until she was certain she would explode. She continued to bob her head and lick him, one hand moving to the base to feel the bulge underneath his manhood, and another jolt of pleasure rushed through her. God, this intense connection to him was incredible! She moaned softly against his shaft as she could feel herself nearing the precipice.
“Stop!” he shouted, suddenly pulling away from her.
“Wh-what’s wrong?” she asked, her own pleasure suddenly waning.
“I don’t want to release yet,” he said breathlessly. “I want more of you.”
He stood, pushing her onto the bed and kneeling between her legs. His head bowed as he began to bury his tongue between her lips, sliding slowly across the little bud that made her feel such pleasure. She cried out and tangled her fingers in his hair, pushing her hips upward to meet him.
His hands grasped her bottom, squeezing and lifting her toward him as he devoured her. His tongue darted and danced, and he pushed a finger inside her. She wondered for a moment if he could feel her pleasure as she felt his, but she didn’t have to wonder long, for suddenly she felt both their pleasures meld into one, doubling—intensifying the feeling. Apparently, he could feel it, too, because he suddenly stopped what he was doing. He fisted his thick shaft and pressed it against her, thrusting to sheath himself inside her. She screamed, bucking her hips to meet his. Every thrust he made, she matched. Her hands gripped the bedposts behind her, and he pushed harder and faster until both of them shouted to the heavens and froze, their loins pulsing in unison with the feeling of a shared release.
And then they both collapsed, panting and weakened, his weight resting on top of her like a warm blanket. His head rested on her stomach, and she ran her fingers through his mass of dark hair.
“That… was… incredible…” Arya panted.
“Aye,” Kellan agreed. “I never realized…”
“The mating is complete, isn’t it?” she interrupted him. “Completely.”
“It would seem it is,” he agreed. “Are you sorry?”
She said nothing, and he lifted his head. She smiled. “Not for a moment.”
He returned her smile and shifted his body so that he lay next to her. Then he took her in his arms and held her close to his body. “I love you, Arya. My wife.”
“I love you so much, Kellan. My husband.”
He kissed her gently on the tip of her nose, and they drifted into a blissful sleep.
About the Author
Catherine Vale, a Canadian romance author, has been writing fiction for as long as she can remember, but it wasn't until she wrote her very first paranormal romance story that she found herself hooked on the wild side of powerful shifters and dominant alpha men (of the furry kind!).
Catherine writes sci-fi, and paranormal romance for readers who are willing to take a walk on the wild side of love. Her stories always include powerful alpha males, curvy gals, and a happily-ever-after. Girls with curves and guys with growl. What more could you want?
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Other Books by Catherine Vale
Shades of Dragon
Broken Moon
Kiss of Fire
Darkest Days
Wild Things
Run Fur Love
On The Prowl
Dark Side of the Moon
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