Page 25 of For Toron's Pride (Toron's Pride 1)

He was so majestic, so proud. This was what it meant to be a lion, and Toron led them all . As she approached, she recalled the pain he suffered when his brother died and how they were affected, including her. For the first time, she wondered at the burden he must carry. He did it with seeming ease, but did it weigh on him? Did he ever feel like quitting and walking away?

As much as Sienna didn’t like Stella, the woman supported him. She’d never run away, even when Sienna came in out of nowhere. From the way Stella acted, she looked at Sienna as a rival, but she’d stuck by Toron through it all .

Sienna stopped several feet away from her alpha, and closed her eyes. She tried recalling Stella’s scent, and she thought maybe there was a hint of rosemary. Was that right or just her imagination? She opened her eyes and padded closer to Toron. He waited unmoving but watching her. The yellow gaze held expectancy. Sienna breathed in. There it was—rosemary—but it was subtle, too little to be more than what would be left behind with casual exposure.

Toron shifted. Sienna mewled at the sight of his naked body.

He touched the top of her head. “You’ve got something.”

She hesitated and then changed. To his credit, Toron didn’t allow his gaze to lower from her face. She crouched and covered her breasts anyway. When she shivered, he drew her into his arms. A wave of warmth spread over her body.

“How can you do that?” she said in wonder.

“There’s a lot more you don’t know about me.”

She bit her lip. “I want to learn. Toron…”

“Yes?”

“Did you…I mean…Oh, hell , I have to know. Are you and Stella lovers? Or is any other woman sharing your bed?”

“No.”

She gasped and twisted in his embrace to look him in the eye. “Are you just saying that to get me in it?”

He caressed her cheek with a feather light touch that brought goose bumps to her arms. “I don’t have to lie to get you on your back.”

Sienna laughed and rolled her eyes. “Arrogant jerk.”

“No, you’re just so open to me, I can’t miss what you’re feeling.”

“Damn.”

“That’s what knocked me off my feet when I first met you. I have never met a woman who could make me use my power on her without even noticing. It scared the hell out of me, and when you left I was relieved.”

“Gee, thanks.”

He kissed her hair. “Not because I didn’t crave you. I did and still do. However, there are things in my past I’ve never s

hared.”

“Your father?”

He started.

“I had a visit from your mother.”

He swore, and she laughed and then sneezed. Toron squeezed her and set her on her feet. “Come on. We need to get you inside. We can continue this conversation in my room.”

He strolled some feet away, but Sienna put a hand on her hip. “What makes you think I’m coming to your room?”

Toron spared her an impish glance before he shifted and ran. Sienna could come up with all kinds of excuses, but the pull the man had without even trying had her on all fours chasing after him.

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Sienna settled on Toron’s, chest, the tub filled with bubbles. He squeezed strawberry scented bath gel into a cloth, lathered it, and then ran it over her breasts. Her pussy clenched, and she mewled. He leaned his head down and nuzzled her neck with his lips.

“If you do that, I won’t be able to wash you.” The rumble of his voice sent chill s down her spine.

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