proved that she wanted him. And once they’d reached the
room she’d been ready. His desire was obvious and she had teased him, wanting
him. When she finally met his gaze, her desire had shone in her eyes and flushed
her cheeks.
And then the damn woman had turned around and run into the
bathroom. Why the hell had she done that? And why the hell hadn’t the gods
granted him the full scope of telepathic powers if they had chosen such a
confusing mate for him? How was he supposed to meet her needs if he couldn’t
figure them out? Once they completed the Mating Rite, there would be a mind
connection between them, but he wasn’t sure how deep it would go. It seemed
that with his cousins, it started with a strong empathic link initially and
deepened from there. At this point, he’d take whatever he could get. In more
ways than one.
Aurora murmured softly and rolled onto her side. He turned
his head toward her and that need, swift and biting, sliced through him again.
Light from the motel’s sign outside the window sliced through a slit in the
curtains and splashed over her face in an unvaried pattern of neon flares. Even
in the garish flashes of pink and green, the woman was beautiful, no question.
Her black hair splayed over her pillow and her eyelashes lay in thick, shadowed
half-moons on her cheeks. Slightly parted, her lips were soft in sleep and the
desire to hear his name whisper past them as she climaxed in his arms cut like
a double-sided blade.
She was beautiful, but what drew him most and surprised him
most was her courage. It flowed through everything she did. Fighting a Predator
or standing her ground in an argument, Aurora didn’t run. The fear of gaining a
weak mate that had murmured in the recesses of his mind since he’d begun the
search was finally silenced. Any Kilth mate, but especially those chosen to
stand beside an eldest heir and imminent head of household, must be able to
withstand the dangers and strain inherent in the sovereignty she would occupy
immediately once they returned to Ilyria.
His mate. The truth drummed through him with the same
certainty as when he had vowed to return to Ilyria with his mate or die trying.
No wonder his cousins ran around acting like total idiotic madmen once they
found their mates. The culmination of years of hopes and dreams and promises
was fulfilled with their mates in their arms. Even the brief embrace he’d
shared with Aurora in the parking lot had made that abundantly clear to him.
And when she had melted into his kiss, he felt the very purpose of his
existence down through the darkest, most secret corners of doubt hidden in his
soul.
Shifting to his side to fully face her, Connyn traced the
angle of her cheek with the tips of his fingers. Even her features were bold,
sharp and startling. Her eyes and hair were dark against her pale skin. Her
high cheekbones, pointed chin and full mouth would overwhelm a more petite
woman. On Aurora, they fit. They not only fit, they charged every sexual
fantasy he had.
He trailed his fingers over her lips and she murmured again,
his cock hardening as her breath fanned over his skin. She reached for him,
scooted close to him in her sleep, her silky sleep shirt the only barrier
between his chest and her breasts. Wrapping his arms around her, he gathered
her more firmly against him. Her legs slid against his and he buried his face
against her neck, inhaling her clean warm scent.
“Connyn?”
Her voice was barely audible above the rattle of the room’s
heater. He kissed his way up her neck, stopping to swirl his tongue at the
corner of her jaw when she hummed and arched under him. He slid his hand under
her shirt, gliding over the smooth skin of her waist to cup her breast. Her
nipple beaded as he thumbed gently back and forth over it.
“I want you,” he said, brushing his lips over hers.
“Mmmhmm.” Her sleepy response purred into his mouth as he
covered her lips in a softly questing kiss. She opened for him and
room she’d been ready. His desire was obvious and she had teased him, wanting
him. When she finally met his gaze, her desire had shone in her eyes and flushed
her cheeks.
And then the damn woman had turned around and run into the
bathroom. Why the hell had she done that? And why the hell hadn’t the gods
granted him the full scope of telepathic powers if they had chosen such a
confusing mate for him? How was he supposed to meet her needs if he couldn’t
figure them out? Once they completed the Mating Rite, there would be a mind
connection between them, but he wasn’t sure how deep it would go. It seemed
that with his cousins, it started with a strong empathic link initially and
deepened from there. At this point, he’d take whatever he could get. In more
ways than one.
Aurora murmured softly and rolled onto her side. He turned
his head toward her and that need, swift and biting, sliced through him again.
Light from the motel’s sign outside the window sliced through a slit in the
curtains and splashed over her face in an unvaried pattern of neon flares. Even
in the garish flashes of pink and green, the woman was beautiful, no question.
Her black hair splayed over her pillow and her eyelashes lay in thick, shadowed
half-moons on her cheeks. Slightly parted, her lips were soft in sleep and the
desire to hear his name whisper past them as she climaxed in his arms cut like
a double-sided blade.
She was beautiful, but what drew him most and surprised him
most was her courage. It flowed through everything she did. Fighting a Predator
or standing her ground in an argument, Aurora didn’t run. The fear of gaining a
weak mate that had murmured in the recesses of his mind since he’d begun the
search was finally silenced. Any Kilth mate, but especially those chosen to
stand beside an eldest heir and imminent head of household, must be able to
withstand the dangers and strain inherent in the sovereignty she would occupy
immediately once they returned to Ilyria.
His mate. The truth drummed through him with the same
certainty as when he had vowed to return to Ilyria with his mate or die trying.
No wonder his cousins ran around acting like total idiotic madmen once they
found their mates. The culmination of years of hopes and dreams and promises
was fulfilled with their mates in their arms. Even the brief embrace he’d
shared with Aurora in the parking lot had made that abundantly clear to him.
And when she had melted into his kiss, he felt the very purpose of his
existence down through the darkest, most secret corners of doubt hidden in his
soul.
Shifting to his side to fully face her, Connyn traced the
angle of her cheek with the tips of his fingers. Even her features were bold,
sharp and startling. Her eyes and hair were dark against her pale skin. Her
high cheekbones, pointed chin and full mouth would overwhelm a more petite
woman. On Aurora, they fit. They not only fit, they charged every sexual
fantasy he had.
He trailed his fingers over her lips and she murmured again,
his cock hardening as her breath fanned over his skin. She reached for him,
scooted close to him in her sleep, her silky sleep shirt the only barrier
between his chest and her breasts. Wrapping his arms around her, he gathered
her more firmly against him. Her legs slid against his and he buried his face
against her neck, inhaling her clean warm scent.
“Connyn?”
Her voice was barely audible above the rattle of the room’s
heater. He kissed his way up her neck, stopping to swirl his tongue at the
corner of her jaw when she hummed and arched under him. He slid his hand under
her shirt, gliding over the smooth skin of her waist to cup her breast. Her
nipple beaded as he thumbed gently back and forth over it.
“I want you,” he said, brushing his lips over hers.
“Mmmhmm.” Her sleepy response purred into his mouth as he
covered her lips in a softly questing kiss. She opened for him and
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