My mouth watered, and my cock leaked even more pre-cum, the front of my trews damp from my need. My wolf roared inside of me, and I took another step forward, and another. I kicked a rock in my haste, the pebble skittering across the craggy ground and echoing off the cavern.
She gasped and sat up, water splashing in her haste.
And then we just stared at each other for long seconds, her eyes wide and so very blue, her chest heaving from the shock of thinking she was alone only to find me standing here watching her.
“W-who are you?” she breathed, her arms now covering her breasts as she tried to conceal her body from me. But the image of her was now forever ingrained in my memory.
I let out a low growl at the sound of her voice. Soft and sweet… so very feminine. My wee mate was American, and judging by the shocked expression on her face, no doubt sheltered as well.
Although I scented her nervousness and shock, there was no real fear pouring from her. She was startled, yes, because I was a stranger and we were alone. But deep down, she felt a pull toward me. In that moment I wished the females of our world felt the same intense connection their counterparts did, that Linking Connection that roared out in me over and over again that I’d give my life for her, kill for her.
But I knew she recognized me on a primal, instinctual level.
She knows I’m her mate.
“You know who I am,” I said low, far too low for a human to hear clearly, but my little vampire mate gave me a gasp at hearing the words. “You know what that means.”
She licked her lips, and I was transfixed to the sight, couldn’t stop the obscene images that slammed into my head of what she could wrap those pouty lips around. And when she started shaking her head as if trying to deny the undeniable truth, I let my very wolf-like grin spread across my face.
“I’m yours,” I growled out and took another step closer. “And you’re mine, little mate.”
Chapter Six
Luna
I’d been pretty sure if there was a literal heaven, I had found it in this little oasis. And I’d been enjoying it, lost in my own little world until I realized I wasn’t alone.
And now here I was, clutching my arms to my chest, my wet shift very transparent. I stared at the biggest male I’d ever seen. And that was saying something since Adryan was a beast of a male.
He’d been huge atop his steed last night, but even standing twenty feet from me, his body was imposing and massive.
I didn’t know what to say as I thought about what he’d just told me in response to my question.
“I’m yours and you’re mine.”
His words bounced around in my head over and over again until I was dizzy from them. I started shaking, not from the cold but from the sudden rush of… everything moving through me.
I felt this off-kilter anticipation, this consuming breathlessness. But most of all, I felt an arousal that quite literally scared me.
He took a step toward me, and I took one back, the water making my movements slow. I very much felt like a helpless prey ensnared by a predator hungry for a meal.
I curled my fingers around the material, feeling the shift sticking to every single part of my body almost obscenely. And although I was humiliated to officially “meet” my mate for the first time this way, there was also a darker part of me that liked exactly what was happening.
Me being unbalanced, nearly naked, and his gaze roaming up and down me as if he’d been starving and dying of thirst and hadn’t realized until he saw me.
His focus slowly slid down my body and stopped, his bronze eyes hooded, his nostrils flaring. My heart jackknifed in my chest as I realized I’d been so busy covering my breasts that there was no doubt he could see the blond curls between my thighs.
But it was as if my limbs were frozen in place so I couldn’t even move my hand down to cover myself. Or maybe I didn’t want to. I didn’t know. I was so confused, and gods have mercy, I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs as I felt a heavy throb right at the most intimate place of my body.
I ache.
His broad shoulders moved up as he inhaled, his barrel chest shuddering as he exhaled.
He took a step closer, and I lifted a hand, palm out, to stop him although it felt wrong on every level. I wanted to crook my finger for him to come closer, this instinctual part of me telling me his body needed to be pressed to mine, rubbing against me, easing the desperation I felt in my body.