Page 45 of A Clash of Moonlight
He felt her move closer, felt her magic pulse and threaten. “I will shred your guts if you ignore me again.”
She would try. Werewolves did not like to be dismissed. Nora, especially, did not tolerate being treated as insignificant.
He shut the water off. He usually excelled at detaching himself from emotions. He needed to do that now, to find the emptiness that he survived in. “Deagan smelled you on me.”
When she did not respond, he methodically toweled off his hands. When they were dry and he had erased all feelings of worry and want, he turned.
The gold had left her eyes. So had the chill.
“He’s well aware that we’re fucking,” she said.
“Did the wolf who was here become aware of it?”
Her eyes narrowed with a touch of curiosity, but she said nothing.
“Did he identify me?” he asked. He did not know what he wanted her answer to be. If the wolf had recognized his scent, Jared would need to prepare. He would need to put the rest of his plan into motion, drop more hints that Nora was one piece of a bigger plot. He would need to preemptively go to Arcuro with information he had gathered on her, the pack, and Lehr’s ambitions. He did not have much yet. He had lost his focus. Instead of reconnaissance, he had studied Nora’s body, her desires and resentments, her reactions to his touch. He had studied the beautiful way she arched into him when her control broke and she found her release in his arms.
He had completely lost his way.
“No.” She injected an artificial chill into her voice. He could see beneath the icy shield now, see the way she used it to keep people away. To keep him away.
“Good,” he said.
“Is that all you wanted?” She crossed her arms. Her silk nightgown tightened over her breasts.
Desire returned with a speed and potency that almost made him stagger. His pants became uncomfortably snug.
“No,” he said quietly.
She drew in a slow, deep breath, undoubtedly scenting exactly what he wanted now.
“You killed two wolves.”
“I protected Ms. Rain.”
“What if they had been part of my pack?”
He would have killed them anyway for killing the vamp.
“We would come after you,” she said. “We would hunt you down.”
“I know.” He held out his hand. “Allow me to apologize.”
Her expression gradually softened. After a moment’s hesitation, she uncrossed her arms and came to him.
The nightgown was the thinnest barrier between him and her breasts. He slipped a strap off her shoulder as he kissed her, pulling it down so he could touch her, sliding his thumb over her peaked nipple. He forced her back until she hit the couch, then he lifted her to sit on its back.
She wrapped her legs around him. He pulled her hard against his body. He wanted to bury himself in her now, without preamble, warning, or foreplay. He had not expected to have her tonight, and this—the feel of her against him, the taste of her on his tongue—this erased his dark mood and filled him with a need as hot and bright as any sun.
He took one hand off her ass to bring it around to her front, slipping his fingers beneath her panties. He let out a satisfied sound. “You are already wet for me.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “The moment you called my name.”
He tore off her panties. She undid his belt, his pants, then freed him from the constraint of his underwear. Cool air breezed over his cock only for a second before he sank into Nora’s heat.
God, she was divine. Tight and wet with delicious friction. His hands returned to her ass, keeping her from falling away, and he pounded his hips forward, over and over, shifting the couch backward with each thrust.
Nora’s fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders. She pulled him closer, kissed him hard, teeth biting his lower lip. “I’m always ready for this.”