Raining Kisses (The Opeth Pack Saga Book 2) by Sascha Illyvich Page A

around him, rather than concern of his wellbeing.
    “We will feed you, drága. ”
    He spooned the last bit of beef and broth into his mouth, found the napkin Katarina tossed at him and wiped his mouth. Yes, the spices cooled his temperature; let his mind stop swirling so fast. In fact, exhaustion began to weigh heavily on him, forcing a yawn from him.
    “Come, let’s go to bed.”
    He narrowed his eyes. “Indeed, we should go straight to bed.” His voice dropped a few notches.
    Katarina frowned. “Nicholaus, please?”
    Not like he had the energy to fuck her anyway. The filling effects of Agí's stew settled in along with the magic it provided to refill him. Nothing had done that to him in years. “I know. Let’s go, szeretõm.”
    She stood, took his bowl and hers, waiting for him to finish his wine. Then she set the dishes in the tiny sink and washed her hands before extending her hand.
    He took it, his grip around her slender fingers loosely at first, unsteadily walking with her toward the bedroom. His gut churned, stomach danced wildly at the prospect of sleeping in their bed again.
    No.
    Her bed.
    Never his. Never again. He’d ceded that right when he left. But a taste of what he couldn’t have was cruel, wasn’t it?
    “Why are you being cruel to me, Katarina?”
    She ignored his whispered plea to end his torture.
    In her bedroom, Katarina moved a pile of clothes off the bed onto a beat up rocking chair and pulled the covers back. Using low level magic, she lit the several candles around room and provided just enough light to see. Stripping to panties and a tank top, she crawled into bed and patted the space beside her.
    Nicholaus’ mouth watered at the very sight of her oh so feminine body. Candlelight spilled off luscious curves and hidden valleys of her round breasts and flat tummy. She stretched out, slowly moving long, slender legs while she undid the braid of her hair and shook it out.
    She looked up to see him staring at her. “Please behave. I can't bear to destroy what we have and can have again, nor can I act with such bravado as to betray those who love me.”
    The desperation in her voice tugged at his heart, irritating him and adding to the reminder in his head of things he couldn’t do. “I will.” Crawling into bed beside her, he rolled onto his side and draped an arm around her. Fingers interlocked with his, he tucked their hands beneath her breast.
    She adjusted herself, pressing her ass against his hard cock.
    “You keep doing that and I can't guarantee I'll behave.”
    Katarina turned to face him, her eyes filled with the flames of desire. It wouldn’t take but a few kisses to ignite those flames.
    “Why don’t you sleep naked like the rest of us?”
    He stroked her thigh. “You’re wearing clothes.”
    “I’ve always went to bed semi dressed, silly. Or don’t you remember?”
    No, not on purpose anyway. Nicholaus ran his fingers through her long red curls. He recalled the nights he’d slept over with Krystyna and Katarina. One slept partially clothed, the other completely nude. Something about how the clothes made her feel sexy against her naked lovers. “This falls under the category of things we don’t discuss. Now, close your eyes and get some rest. We’ll be up in a few hours.”
    She settled into his body. “Okay. Szeretlek. ” I love you.
    Despite the lie he’d told her, Nicholaus pulled her closer, inhaling her scents, enjoying the play of sandalwood filling his nose. He had no choice, really. The plan would be simple. He’d caught Krystyna’s scent loose in the night air, could probably find her if he concentrated. But he was damned if he was going to let Katarina get involved. Closing his eyes, he realized the world he lived in was about to get a wakeup call, shaken by the events happening now.
    That meant if he didn’t resolve this situation quickly, he’d end up being the head enforcer of the Opeth Pack, and he had no desire to do that.
    The nightmares