we won’t look out of place.” Maia shrugged. “Sounds fine to me.”
“And you, Dylan? How are you holding up under the impending change?” Lamont asked.
“I’m fine and handling it.”
Lamont’s brows lifted and he looked to Chantal, who nodded. “He’s right. He’s doing okay. And I’m taking care of him,” she added before he asked.
“Tomorrow is the full moon. I don’t think I need to remind you that Dylan will need to be kept here when the change occurs.”
“Noah and I will take care of it.” Geez, like she didn’t know when the full moon was?
They’d slept during the day. She woke to dusk settling over the room, Dylan’s even breathing behind her.
Interestingly enough, Dylan hadn’t gone to his room to sleep. He slept in her room.
Even more interesting was that she didn’t mind when he followed her, undressed and slipped into bed, drawing her against his body and pulling the covers over them both.
She’d passed right out, cocooned within his embrace.
She was getting used to having him around, which was a very bad thing. As soon as she got him past the transition, she’d go back to her job and he’d go back to doing 50
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his. Wherever that was. They had no relationship—okay, other than the bond they would always share because of what she’d done. But that didn’t make them partners forever. It didn’t mate them. Not unless it was by choice on both their parts.
Dylan didn’t know the first thing about lupine society and its rules. And Chantal wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. She had…things to do with her life before she settled down in a pack with one mate.
Though at the moment none of those “things” came to mind. The only thing pressing on her mind was Dylan’s long body stretched out behind her, his warmth surrounding her, his hand resting in the hollow between her breasts, one leg over hers.
Possessive. She never even let guys spend the entire night with her before. She might fuck them, but she never slept with them. But Dylan had slept with her. And she was comfortable with him. What did it mean? Was it because she had no choice, or was there some special quality about him that other men she’d known didn’t have?
The sex was phenomenal, that was for sure. She smiled in the darkness and inhaled a satisfied breath. Admittedly, she’d never been quite so…pleasured, before. And they’d only scratched the surface. She knew there was more. So much more.
In fact, that “more” was lengthening against her ass right now, the heat of his awakening cock sliding between her legs. Dylan cupped her breast.
“I feel you’re awake,” she teased.
“Uh-huh.” He moved his hips against her. Her pussy responded with a flood of moisture. God, she was so easy where he was concerned. Her nipples puckered, begging for his attention. He rolled her over on her back and took one hard peak between his lips and sucked.
She arched, thrusting the bud into his mouth, letting him graze on her nipple in lazy abandon. Waking up this way, letting him love her body in slow, leisurely fashion, was another new experience for her. Her nerve endings tingled in anticipation as a desperate rush of passion surged to life. The yawning awakening had been replaced with hungry need. She lifted her hips to his, trying to edge closer to his cock.
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He used his own hips to push her back down on the mattress. “Not yet, baby.” Damn him. “Quit teasing and just fuck me.”
“You’re too impatient.” He licked her neck, causing chills to pop out along her skin.
“You’re too damned irritating. We need to get going.”
“Plenty of time,” he murmured against her breast as he shifted lower, licking at her nipples, sucking them, gathering one between his teeth and lightly biting. She nearly came off the mattress at the exquisite sensation. Twice, because he did the same thing to the other tortured bud before moving his way south, sliding his
“And you, Dylan? How are you holding up under the impending change?” Lamont asked.
“I’m fine and handling it.”
Lamont’s brows lifted and he looked to Chantal, who nodded. “He’s right. He’s doing okay. And I’m taking care of him,” she added before he asked.
“Tomorrow is the full moon. I don’t think I need to remind you that Dylan will need to be kept here when the change occurs.”
“Noah and I will take care of it.” Geez, like she didn’t know when the full moon was?
They’d slept during the day. She woke to dusk settling over the room, Dylan’s even breathing behind her.
Interestingly enough, Dylan hadn’t gone to his room to sleep. He slept in her room.
Even more interesting was that she didn’t mind when he followed her, undressed and slipped into bed, drawing her against his body and pulling the covers over them both.
She’d passed right out, cocooned within his embrace.
She was getting used to having him around, which was a very bad thing. As soon as she got him past the transition, she’d go back to her job and he’d go back to doing 50
Legend’s Passion
his. Wherever that was. They had no relationship—okay, other than the bond they would always share because of what she’d done. But that didn’t make them partners forever. It didn’t mate them. Not unless it was by choice on both their parts.
Dylan didn’t know the first thing about lupine society and its rules. And Chantal wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. She had…things to do with her life before she settled down in a pack with one mate.
Though at the moment none of those “things” came to mind. The only thing pressing on her mind was Dylan’s long body stretched out behind her, his warmth surrounding her, his hand resting in the hollow between her breasts, one leg over hers.
Possessive. She never even let guys spend the entire night with her before. She might fuck them, but she never slept with them. But Dylan had slept with her. And she was comfortable with him. What did it mean? Was it because she had no choice, or was there some special quality about him that other men she’d known didn’t have?
The sex was phenomenal, that was for sure. She smiled in the darkness and inhaled a satisfied breath. Admittedly, she’d never been quite so…pleasured, before. And they’d only scratched the surface. She knew there was more. So much more.
In fact, that “more” was lengthening against her ass right now, the heat of his awakening cock sliding between her legs. Dylan cupped her breast.
“I feel you’re awake,” she teased.
“Uh-huh.” He moved his hips against her. Her pussy responded with a flood of moisture. God, she was so easy where he was concerned. Her nipples puckered, begging for his attention. He rolled her over on her back and took one hard peak between his lips and sucked.
She arched, thrusting the bud into his mouth, letting him graze on her nipple in lazy abandon. Waking up this way, letting him love her body in slow, leisurely fashion, was another new experience for her. Her nerve endings tingled in anticipation as a desperate rush of passion surged to life. The yawning awakening had been replaced with hungry need. She lifted her hips to his, trying to edge closer to his cock.
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He used his own hips to push her back down on the mattress. “Not yet, baby.” Damn him. “Quit teasing and just fuck me.”
“You’re too impatient.” He licked her neck, causing chills to pop out along her skin.
“You’re too damned irritating. We need to get going.”
“Plenty of time,” he murmured against her breast as he shifted lower, licking at her nipples, sucking them, gathering one between his teeth and lightly biting. She nearly came off the mattress at the exquisite sensation. Twice, because he did the same thing to the other tortured bud before moving his way south, sliding his
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