believe them. It was in his eyes. Hers? She pushed against his invisible hold, but it was strong. She tried using hers, but he blocked it completely.
She sent a mental call for her sisters to stay away; he was too strong. She couldn’t listen to their refusals; she demanded they wait until she knew more and then blocked them, unable to focus on them and him.
She needed to think, but her mind was gone, with every step closer that scent took her further into an erotic haze where only need existed. He scented the air. His wide muscled chest rose and fell much like hers, and his lowered eyes were gliding over her body, cataloging every minute detail as if the sight of her was something incredible, and her wolf rose, basking in his appraisal. His power caressed her body even as he held her in place. Impossible. She felt exposed, hot and more aroused than she ever dreamed possible. She was not a weak female, young, yes, but generally stronger and more powerful than even her eldest sister. He’d said claim. Such a possessive damned word and her beast wanted it, him. Why ask her? He could take anything he wanted, whether she allowed it or not.
It seemed everything was in slow motion. Even her responses were slow. “I’m not an animal to have a mate. What have you done to me?” He stalked closer, his eyes heated, but she didn’t fear him like she should. Panic at his power and the unknown, but her beast’s responses wouldn’t let her fear harm from him. Which wasn’t remotely logical.
“Fuck, your scent makes me lose my damned mind,” he said and ran his fingers through his hair as if he were fighting himself.
When he moved closer, she bit her cheek against the intense desire to lick his chiseled jaw and work her way to the powerful tendons of his neck, to bite. She shook off the thoughts with a force of will that was quickly evaporating. He looked like a pagan God of old. Was he a God? They were supposed to be gone. That sent a chill through her. That could explain his power. She felt his warmth slide through the thin fabric as he came close enough to touch with more than those invisible hands of his ability. It felt as if his fingers were softly stroking her face and neck. She felt the caresses becoming more intimate, licking over her nipples while the other bands of power held her pinned. She wanted to move, fought the hold of his power even though it was weak effort because she wanted him so damned much.
He used the invisible hands to slide her wrists high above her head. The new position pushed her breasts up and out. Her shirt slid up and under her breasts. “Will you let me see, princess?”
Her breath sawed out, but she shook her head, more to test if he would hold back or just take what he wanted. His eyes were filled with heat, but he kept in control with a grin that looked almost pleased.
His voice rumbled, “The term mate pertains to Immortal pairings. It’s rare. We only get one. You’re mine.” Her heart thudded in her chest. Mating? We, as in there were more of him? His heat tantalized her, and he hadn’t physically touched her yet.
“What do you want from me, other than my body?”
His eyes darkened further. He played his power over her nerves, through her clothes, using precision to roll her nipples until she was moaning.
“Are you a God?” She exhaled through clenched teeth.
“Not a God. I’m a Guardian. Your Guardian,” he said softly and continued to torment her erect nipples as she squirmed. He seemed lost in a haze as much as she was as he teased the juices from her body. Her panties were wet, soon her yoga pants would be. She rolled her head as her legs spread with the invisible hands of his ability. That power held her to the new splayed position on her toes, and still he caressed her breasts and now her slit. She panted, angry and aroused at the same time. Being restrained should have sent her beast through the roof, but she was a fucking useless ball of whimpering need inside
She sent a mental call for her sisters to stay away; he was too strong. She couldn’t listen to their refusals; she demanded they wait until she knew more and then blocked them, unable to focus on them and him.
She needed to think, but her mind was gone, with every step closer that scent took her further into an erotic haze where only need existed. He scented the air. His wide muscled chest rose and fell much like hers, and his lowered eyes were gliding over her body, cataloging every minute detail as if the sight of her was something incredible, and her wolf rose, basking in his appraisal. His power caressed her body even as he held her in place. Impossible. She felt exposed, hot and more aroused than she ever dreamed possible. She was not a weak female, young, yes, but generally stronger and more powerful than even her eldest sister. He’d said claim. Such a possessive damned word and her beast wanted it, him. Why ask her? He could take anything he wanted, whether she allowed it or not.
It seemed everything was in slow motion. Even her responses were slow. “I’m not an animal to have a mate. What have you done to me?” He stalked closer, his eyes heated, but she didn’t fear him like she should. Panic at his power and the unknown, but her beast’s responses wouldn’t let her fear harm from him. Which wasn’t remotely logical.
“Fuck, your scent makes me lose my damned mind,” he said and ran his fingers through his hair as if he were fighting himself.
When he moved closer, she bit her cheek against the intense desire to lick his chiseled jaw and work her way to the powerful tendons of his neck, to bite. She shook off the thoughts with a force of will that was quickly evaporating. He looked like a pagan God of old. Was he a God? They were supposed to be gone. That sent a chill through her. That could explain his power. She felt his warmth slide through the thin fabric as he came close enough to touch with more than those invisible hands of his ability. It felt as if his fingers were softly stroking her face and neck. She felt the caresses becoming more intimate, licking over her nipples while the other bands of power held her pinned. She wanted to move, fought the hold of his power even though it was weak effort because she wanted him so damned much.
He used the invisible hands to slide her wrists high above her head. The new position pushed her breasts up and out. Her shirt slid up and under her breasts. “Will you let me see, princess?”
Her breath sawed out, but she shook her head, more to test if he would hold back or just take what he wanted. His eyes were filled with heat, but he kept in control with a grin that looked almost pleased.
His voice rumbled, “The term mate pertains to Immortal pairings. It’s rare. We only get one. You’re mine.” Her heart thudded in her chest. Mating? We, as in there were more of him? His heat tantalized her, and he hadn’t physically touched her yet.
“What do you want from me, other than my body?”
His eyes darkened further. He played his power over her nerves, through her clothes, using precision to roll her nipples until she was moaning.
“Are you a God?” She exhaled through clenched teeth.
“Not a God. I’m a Guardian. Your Guardian,” he said softly and continued to torment her erect nipples as she squirmed. He seemed lost in a haze as much as she was as he teased the juices from her body. Her panties were wet, soon her yoga pants would be. She rolled her head as her legs spread with the invisible hands of his ability. That power held her to the new splayed position on her toes, and still he caressed her breasts and now her slit. She panted, angry and aroused at the same time. Being restrained should have sent her beast through the roof, but she was a fucking useless ball of whimpering need inside
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