Marked by the Moon (Bound by the Veil, #1)

by Helen Scott

"That's a good girl. Let it out," he growled, his words twisting my insides even further. "Give me everything you've got, Senara."

He snarled. “That was with my tongue and fingers, not my cock. I need to feel you come undone on my dick. I want your pussy clenching around me. I want you screaming my name as I fuck you into oblivion.”

Everything in me wanted to stop by the table Tower still sat at with Wyn and teach him not to touch what was mine, and yet I couldn't. Wouldn't. Senara wasn't mine. She never would be.

Instinctively, I turned away, but Thorn caught my chin and gently, but firmly, raised my face so he could look closer at my injuries. He tilted my head left then right. And he stared hard, anger burning in his eye. I knew it must have been a trick of the light, but I could swear it seemed to glow to a deeper amber, one that made me think of fire instead of stone. He blinked, and the spell was broken. “Who did this to you?” His voice was soft and lethal.

Pulling her against my chest, I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I can’t resist you any longer.”

“Eager?” I chuckled even though my body felt the same way. I wanted her naked and riding me, taking her release while I watched her writhe and moan on top of me. Then I'd take her from behind, then against every wall of the castle if I could, until she couldn't go into a room without remembering the way I made her scream with pleasure in that same place. I wanted her to be as addicted to me as I was to her.

Whatever was between us would not be denied, and I for one was tired of trying to fight it. I just begged the gods that she felt the same way.

"Senara, if I did that, I'd have no choice but to go with you." He reached out and cupped my face. "Didn't you hear me when I said I couldn't resist you any longer? If you went back to the front, I'd just follow you, then drag you back here. Or somewhere else maybe." An odd light came into his eyes at the last part, but I was too focused on my racing heart to pay it that much attention. “Then I’d claim you over and over again until you had no choice but to admit that you belonged to me.”

“Did.” Thrust. “I.” Thrust. “Tell.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “That.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Could.” Thrust. “Come?” Thrust.

The cold was always the cold, and the dark was always the dark. They each served their purpose but weren’t evil until someone used them as such.