He drew back slightly and kissed her throat, nipping at her in turns. “I have a special place I’d like to take you. Though I haven’t known you very long, I think you’ll love it.”
She smiled. “Then let’s go, because everything about our strange entanglement has pleased me.”
Once more, warmth flooded his chest. Sweet Goddess, was he actually falling in love with his blood rose?
He levitated slowly into the air and as always hunted for Invictus sign. Finding the dark night skies empty, he turned toward the southeast and flew until he reached his tree house. He then dropped to follow the stream, gliding just above the water as he moved.
“You game for another a swim?” he asked.
“Really?”
“Sure. I have a pond upstream that I use for bathing and right now I want you in the water.”
He felt her vibrate with excitement from head-to-foot and he wasn’t surprised. Olivia had bounded into the ocean in her wolf form without a moment’s hesitation, just like she leaped and launched against the cliffs and inside the shifter lodge. A physical woman like Olivia would want to swim.
When he approached the pond and landed, she wiggled out of his arms and started stripping.
He couldn’t help but smile.
“There’s a waterfall and everything,” she cried. “I have to be under it. Now.”
And he wanted her under him.
She lost her clothes so fast his head spun. He had a greater difficulty, however, since he had to sit down and unzip his boots, peel off his leathers, ease out of his long Guardsman coat, and lose his shirt. But the whole time, he watched Olivia, delighting in her sense of abandon and pleasure as she swam through the water.
By the time he was free of his clothes, she’d reached the waterfall and stood under it, waist deep in the pond, her breasts a gleaming pale beacon in the night, eyes closed, expression euphoric.
Despite the icy temp of the water, he felt hot all over as he moved slowly through the pond, his gaze fixed to her.
Once again, however, his mating vibration began to hum. He paused in the water, feeling that hum, stunned that his usually dormant frequency was calling to Olivia. In his long life, he’d never had that happen before, not even with Emily.
So who was Olivia in his life? Was she his destiny, a force well beyond his determination to keep a relationship with her at bay? And because she was half-human, would she even have a similar mating frequency?
The pond deepened and he began to swim, her cinnamon and very spicy scent leading him forward. Despite the cold water, his cock responded and his fangs descended.
He realized he hadn’t fed in a while, not since they’d last made love. As she tilted her head back beneath the fall of water, his gaze got stuck to her pale throat.
He didn’t rise from the water, but instead drew close and kissed her navel. She gasped, a sound barely audible because of the pounding of the waterfall all around them. Her hands landed on his shoulders, kneading his muscles, showing him with her touch that she loved his body.
He kissed his way slowly up her belly, higher and higher until he reached her breasts. He salivated, but had to retract his fangs for what he wanted to do before he fed from her vein.
He took a breast in his mouth and suckled slowly. With a hand on her back, he added pressure so that he could take more of her into his mouth.
That feels wonderful, Zane.
Good. I want you aching for it.
I am. I think all that bounding at the lodge wound me up. This is just what I need.
Her hands drifted down his neck and over his shoulders and arms. He flexed for her and sucked a little harder. She groaned heavily in response, sinking her nails into his biceps. The sensation went straight to his cock.
He said, We’re getting pretty involved here out in the open.
Yes, we are.
How about you cloak us so that we can be free to give full expression to what’s going on between us. For emphasis, he slid his hand low and cupped her.
She cried out, a sharp almost howl-like sound. Immediately after, he felt the vibration of her cloak descend on him.