CHAPTER15
Gunner’s wolfsurged against its cage once more, and for a moment the spirit danced above the waves of his desire.
The golden-green glow hovered inches above him, struggling, straining, as if despite all its strength something still tethered it to the ground.
As soon as it had breached, it was pulled back under, for Cate’s cries of pleasure broke through the silent air.
His gaze traveled upward, taking in the sight of her like this.
Long, dark hair falling wildly around her shoulders covering her breasts in haphazard strands, pale skin illuminated in the moonlight, dancing with sparks. Perfect, taut pink nipples standing out against the creamy expanse of her porcelain skin.
Eyes shut tight, chest heaving as she rode the waves of her release.
His cock throbbed with anticipation as Cate rolled off of him and onto the ground beside him, refusing to look at him. She lay by his side, her hand on her heart, eyes staring straight up at the moon.
Gunner pulled himself up to his elbows and glanced over at her, a strange silence befalling them.
“Well, that should take the edge off.” He chuckled.
“It wasn’t enough.” She spoke solidly but did not look at him.
Excuse me?
“You think I’m done with you?” He rolled over onto his side, slinking closer to her.
Cate cast him a look that told him to stay where he lay. Not to push further.
“This is not about me.” She swallowed as she rolled over onto her side, little bits of earth sticking to her pale skin. The sight enticed his wolf, and images of Cate being driven into the soil forced their way into his brain. He cleared his throat, if only to push them aside for the moment.
“This is about you.” She pulled herself closer, setting her hand on his chest. Tiny zaps of magic danced on his skin. “Stand up. I have an idea,” she directed him.
Gunner, feeling only marginally slighted after his display, did as he was told, and she stood in tandem. Cate’s dual-toned gaze roved over his body, and he did not miss the glow in her eyes.
Or the hunger in them.
Something tried to be released within her as well, it seemed. She angled herself closer, bringing her warm body flush against his, and his cock twitched. He longed for release, unsure of how long he would be able to stand the anticipation. She set her hand on his chest once again, but this time it was not gentle. Her nails bit into his oil-slicked chest, and she pushed him hard against the tree.
When she brought her lips to his, they were full of fire, full of need.
Sparks danced along her skin like fractals, blue and green, and a gentle wind chilled him, blowing her hair around them.
Gunner could not help the groan that escaped his mouth, or the rattle of his wolf pushing forth.
A deep growl sounded from his chest, like the rumble of thunder.
Cate reached down, clasping her fingers around his aching cock. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, eliciting another deep, satisfied groan.
The energy pulsed above his skin, hovering only slightly.
“More,” he moaned into her mouth.
Cate’s fingernails bit into the skin of his chest. “You do not tell me what to do. Do you understand?” she growled in response.
Gunner’s lips twitched in a smile.
“Or what, sweet cheeks? You're going to bend me over your knee and punish me?” he teased.
“Perhaps a good punishment is just what you need to root out that defiance.”