attention.
Without
ever dropping her eyes, she toed off her boots and kicked them away from where
she stood. Damn, he’d wanted those boots wrapped around his waist. There was
always next time. Granger licked his lips as his imagination ran away with the
possibilities. There would be many, many next times.
Struck
by the flush of her cheeks and the rise and fall of her chest, Granger nearly
missed her fingers looping under the tiny band serving as a skirt until she
bent at the waist to roll it down her long legs. Sadie, his mate, stood naked
in front of him. He needed only to reach forward and touch her, but he felt
frozen in place. His eyes continued to take in the bounty before him.
As part
of the Valendite Breed, Granger understood the legacy, prophecy, and to
appreciate the significance of finding and claiming your mate. He planned to
worship Sadie until the day they died. The sharing of blood so sacred, nothing
could tear them from one another. Not only would their blood bond them together,
but it would also sustain him and prolong Sadie’s life so she lived as long as
he did. The unknown was exactly how the prophecy would impact them now that
there was absolute certainty the Sinster sisters were the ones in the Prophecy
of Seven.
When he
touched Sadie, he’d be touching a woman of the prophecy. Yet the feelings she
was inciting in him were not reverent as much as animalistic. In an attempt to
show her respect and gentleness, a gentleness he did not feel at the moment,
Granger walked to her and placed his hands to her face, framing her, and
dropped soft kisses along her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips.
He
brushed the softest kiss against her full lips before speaking, his voice husky
with the desire he held inside him. “Use your tongue against my sharpest teeth.
I don’t want to wait another minute.” Granger continued kissing in between
sentences. “The blood exchange will bind us. I need that before I take you. Ho bisogno di te . Please don’t make me
wait.”
Granger’s
words were barely finished when Sadie’s tongue swirled along his lips and into
his mouth. There was no hesitation as she licked first his tongue and then
along his canine teeth. He tasted the first drops of her blood and moaned low
in his throat as his temperature soared. Sadie tensed shortly and then softened
her body against his as her feminine moans mirrored his. He could feel her
desire as if it was his own, and it multiplied the urge to claim her and demand
she submit to him as his mate. The restraint he tried so hard to hold onto was
a thread, a damn shredded thread.
Sadie
rubbed the full length of her body against him even as he felt the unmistakable
link solidify between them. His cock lengthened and tightened the pants he
desperately needed to get out of. Enough was enough. Why was he holding back?
This was fate. What would happen next was inevitable.
“Bed. Now. Before I take you standing up.” Granger’s husky words pushed
abruptly through his gritted teeth.
Sadie
paused a moment too long before moving so Granger swung her into his arms and
stomped to the bedroom at the other end of the suite. Dropping her on the bed,
he removed his clothes with a single thought.
“I need
to be naked. I need my flesh to touch your flesh, with no barriers,” he
explained. The blush on her cheeks was absolutely delightful.
Granger
leaned over and took one of her legs into his hand and kissed each tiny,
delicate painted toe. She gasped when he sucked on her big toe, pulling into
his mouth just as he planned to do to her nipples. Releasing it, he gave the
same treatment to her other foot, her other toes. By the time he worked his way
up her thighs, Sadie was flushed and heavy-lidded with desire. She was putty in
his hands.
With his
mate lying naked below him, Granger drank in the sight. He leaned down,
kneeling over the edge of the bed, and breathed in her scent. It was musky, but
held the subtle undertone of something sweet.
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