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Therian Prisoner(39)

By:Cyndi Friberg Friberg


“You too.” She paused, waiting for him to respond. “Move.”

It was all the encouragement he needed. His hands grasped her hips and he scooted to the edge of the rock then drove up into her with sharp, insistent thrusts. She arched her back and reveled in the speed and depth of his strokes. This was definitely better, more natural for both of them.

His lips closed around one of her nipples, his teeth holding firmly while his tongue teased the very tip. Sensations spiraled from her chest to the juncture of her thighs and pleasure rippled through her core. Her inner muscles clenched and released with the first spasms of an orgasm.

“No.” She moaned, fighting back the release. “I don’t want this to end.”

“Never.” He brought her down hard and his cock jerked inside her, the warm splash of his seed shattering her control. They wrapped their arms around each other and she squeezed him with her thighs as simultaneous climaxes pulsed within them.

She felt him brush against her mind and welcomed him with trust and affection. His mouth found hers as he sank deeper, their minds joining as their bodies clung. His power blazed in the distance like a raging forest fire, but he carefully controlled the intensity of their connection.

You will never be alone again. He infused the vow with determination and warmth. I will always protect you.

It was a sweet sentiment, but she was bothered by the implication. She gradually ended the kiss, not wanting to spoil the afterglow. “I still want you to define me. I need to be able to protect myself.”



Ian tensed as he searched her gaze. “Is this why you—”

“No!” She crawled off his lap and reached for her jeans. “Even if we hadn’t…done this, I’d be pestering you to define me.”

She turned her back as she pulled on her jeans and his gaze focused on her nicely rounded ass. The scent of their combined pleasure made his predatory nature restless all over again. He wanted to urge her to her hands and knees and take her from behind, staking his claim on her body and soul. Instead he stood and pulled up his pants. This had been amazing, but he’d struggled against his aggression every step of the way, which explained why he was still hungry.

“I told you, I’m not opposed to defining you.” He fastened his jeans and ran a hand through his hair. “But I still want you to take a few days and consider your options. You need to be positive that joining my network is what you really want.”

With her arms crossed over her breasts, she turned to face him again. “I don’t need a few days. I know it’s what I want.”

He didn’t argue. Instead he took her arms and pulled them away from her chest. “Don’t hide from me. It makes me want to…overpower you.”

She glanced away as her tongue darted out and swept across her lower lip. “Thank you for holding back. I know it wasn’t easy for you.”

He pulled her into his arms, needing the warmth of her body pressed to his. “I meant what I said. I’m willing to give you whatever you need until you’re completely healed.”

A smile slowly parted her lips as she stepped out of his embrace. “What I need right now is food.”

“Fair enough.” He snatched the blanket off the rock and they returned to the middle of the meadow where they’d left the hamper and the rest of their clothes. He pulled on his t-shirt and helped her into her blouse. She buttoned the front but didn’t bother tucking it in. Desire simmered just below the surface and it was unlikely they’d return to the cabin without undressing again.

“Dorothy told me about how you two met, but something she said didn’t make sense to me.” She balanced her plate on her lap as she took a bite of fried chicken.

“What’d she say?” Sunlight accented the warm tones in Devon’s hair making it appear more brown than black. Her cheeks were still flushed and she looked adorably tousled.

“She said you found her shortly after the attack. Did you just happen by or did you sense what was happening to her, to them?”

Was she honestly curious about how he’d met Dorothy or was this a clever way of asking about his empathic abilities? Rather than asking for an awkward clarification, he provided an answer that would take care of both. “It doesn’t work like that for me. I have to be in the same room with someone before I can sense their emotions. My range is greatly increased with family members or those I’ve formed a telepathic link with, but that wasn’t the case with Dorothy.”

“Then it was just a happy coincidence?” She looked as doubtful as she sounded.

“Did she tell you about the amulets?” Devon nodded. He knew Erin had told her about the Historian’s responsibilities to the Therian nation, but he wasn’t sure how much she knew about his connection to whoever held the position. “The amulets were stolen from a woman named Edith. She was your ancestor and Historian at the time. I was in the process of getting them back when I found Dorothy.”