“Mine.” He purred against her as he continued to lick where he’d bit.
Once again, she was marked by the beast.
He was rubbing against her, purring.
“Tah?”
“You smell like me now,” he whispered as he licked over her again. “I smell like you.”
“Okay.” She wasn’t sure what to say about that, but it seemed important to him.
He sighed as he tugged his cock free and shifted to lay beside her on the bed, pulling her against his chest as if even after what they’d just shared he couldn’t stand not to touch her.
“My senses are growing.”
She nodded against him, her hand resting on his lion tattoo as she snuggled into him.
“When I was out today, I could smell women’s lust. I’ve seen it before, but I didn’t realize it has a smell, an awful smell. It made me sick to smell how those women wanted me.”
It pissed her off too. He must have sensed it because a growl rumbled up from his chest.
“I don’t want them, Abby. And knowing they wanted me made me angry. I got our supplies as quickly as I could. I needed to be with you. I needed to touch you, to remind myself I belong to you. Not because I didn’t remember, but to assure myself you did.”
Oh God, she was going to cry. He felt like he belonged to her?#p#分页标题#e#
“I can feel your brain spinning from here, Abby.”
She snorted and nipped his shoulder with her teeth. He grumbled and jerked her onto his chest, so he could see her face.
“We’re going to have to talk about these caveman tendencies you’re developing.”
“I’ve always been possessive.”
“I’ve seen you with other women, Tah,” she reminded him. “You’re not possessive.”
He growled as if her reminding him of the other women pissed him off. “I’ve always been possessive of you.”
She opened her mouth to argue with him and stopped herself. The past was the past and if this was going to work, they’d both have to understand that.
“I’m possessive too, Tah. You’re mine now, and I don’t share.”
He smiled at her, and if it melted her heart a little bit, then no one needed to know but her.
“I’m yours.” His hand stroked over her skin, and she watched his gaze fall to the mark he’d left on her when he bit her. “Does it hurt?”
She flexed her shoulder and then shook her head. “It doesn’t.”
“I didn’t mean to bite you,” his brown eyes seemed contrite. “I couldn’t stop the urge. It was like I needed to mark you in a way so that no one could ever say you weren’t mine. And even I realize how insane that sounds.”
Without thought, she lowered her mouth to his chest and clenched her teeth in the top of his pectoral muscle, just above his left nipple. She bit down hard and sucked his skin into her mouth. He jerked against her and that sexy growl rumbled up through his chest again. His hands clenched against her ass, and she felt the steel length of his erection before he flipped them over and spread her legs with his knees.
She released him with a cry as he buried inside her once more.
“Mine, Tah.” She did a good job of growling at him. “Now I’ve marked you as well.”
He growled down at her, but she could see the pleasure on his face, the warmth in his eyes.
“Yours,” he agreed and took her to heaven all over again.
Chapter Five
From the journal of Abby Lane
I dream about the lion. If I told anyone about these dreams, they’d have me locked away, claiming insanity. But the dreams are there, and I swear they feel real. More like visions than dreams. Maybe I am crazy.
In the dream, I’m surrounded by woods. There are trees and mountains, and though I never see a house, I know I am home. Sometimes I walk alone. Then there are times I walk with a lion beside me. He butts his head against my side as we walk, and I smile, brushing my fingers through his mane. He is fierce and beautiful, but I have no fear of him, only love for him.
Once I dreamed of a child with golden hair and amber eyes that laughed up at me. And I felt love, so much love pouring from me for this child. I can sense the man, but he always remains in shadow, and I feel as if he represents the possibility that might exist if I make the right choices, follow the right paths.
I sense he will come to me, and it will be up to me to save him. From what or who, I don’t know. But I know if I do the wrong thing, he’ll die and the happiness I’ve dreamed of will never be.
Sometimes when I’m awake, I swear I can feel him there, in the mark of the lion’s claws on my skin. It’s as if the lion was trying to tell me something when I was a child, but I didn’t have the ability to understand. I still see his big sorrowful eyes in my mind, both in dreams and waking. And I wonder how he really died.#p#分页标题#e#