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‘Keep looking at her like that,’ Anya warned, stepping forward with her shadows spilling forth. ‘Keep looking at her like that and see what happens.’

Seb had the good sense to blanch, and run from the tent.

Vernich made that same noise of disgust.

Torj shook his head as he stared after Seb. ‘Must be one hell of a favour…’

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

WILDER

‘Ihated being apart from you,’ Wilder murmured into Thea’s hair as he led her back to their tent.

‘Me too.’ She looped an arm around his waist and held him close as they walked.

‘Will you promise me something?’ he asked.

Thea raised a brow. ‘Depends what it is.’

‘Wise woman,’ he chuckled.

‘Promise you what?’

‘Promise me never again. Whatever we do from here on out, we do together.’

‘I don’t think Kipp’s battle plans —’

‘Not on the battlefield. In life,’ he said. ‘Where you go, I go, from now on.’

Thea smiled, and Wilder didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so beautiful. Her face was illuminated by the moon, fresh snowflakes flushing her cheeks pink.

She drew him to a halt and rose up on her tip-toes, brushing his lips with hers. ‘I like the sound of that.’

‘Promise me.’

‘I promise, Wilder,’ she said.

‘Good.’ And then he kissed her.

In the dark of their tent, he scorched her lips with his own, his tongue exploring her luscious mouth, her answering strokes fraying his ability to think beyond the primal desire to claim her, mind, body and soul.

His cock was already aching for her, desperate for her touch, but he wanted to savour this, savour her. He peeled away her clothes, layer by layer, tracing over her smooth skin and sinful curves, worshipping her body. Her breasts heaved under his stare, her nipples hard. He had to see more, had to see all of her. He stripped her bare, and when she was completely naked before him, he let out a groan.

‘Look at you, Thea…’ he rasped in reverence. She was a goddess. ‘Just look at you…’

‘We didn’t come here to look,’ she replied, and she reached for his hand, placing it between her legs.

Wilder groaned again at the wetness he found there, his hard cock twitching against his pants. ‘Is this what I do to you, Princess?’

‘Yes. Always.’

Wilder jerked Thea closer and slid his fingers through the slick heat, rubbing her clit and swallowing her moan with a rough kiss. Gods, she felt incredible. Not for the first time, he was hit with the surreal realisation that she was his, that this privilege belonged to him and him alone.

Thea’s cheeks flushed as she rode his hand, breaking away to palm his heavy erection through his pants. ‘I need you,’ she said. ‘Now.’

‘I’m yours,’ he told her.

Shoving his pants down his thick thighs, Thea freed his cock and dragged the broad head through her arousal, a gasp escaping her.