Page 425 of Fated to be Enemies

He pressed a swift, hard kiss to my lips, then shifted back to my side. “Kittycat, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Keeping both my wrists bound in one hand, his other skimmed over my bare thigh. He nipped down my neck, sucking the hollow at the base. I closed my eyes, letting my body have what she’d been craving ever since his mouth had left me during the scent-marking.

Long fingers found the apex between my legs, stroking over damp satin. If I was in my right mind, I might be embarrassed. But I wasn’t calm-and-collected Moira. I was some other woman, driven by sensation alone. I moved my hips to match his stroking fingers. He growled. Or actually, the dragon growled.

“Keep your hands above your head.” An order. I obeyed.

He freed my wrists and pulled my shirt up above my breasts, all the while still stroking between my legs, soaking the thin fabric.

“Beautiful,” the deep-barreled voice whispered as his mouth opened over my breast, then sucked the tip hard.

My neck and back arched upward on a gasp. He slid my panties down over my hips. I bent my knees so he could slide them off my legs. He left them at the crook, one hand resting on a knee, keeping them bent and parted. His tongue circled my peak as his fingers teased down the inside of my thighs. Then his hands and mouth left my skin altogether. Wanting and desperate, I half-opened my eyes to find him staring into mine with a look of fevered longing, fixed and fierce.

“Don’t close your eyes again.”

I nodded, willing to obey any command.

Totally exposed. Totally vulnerable, my body thrummed for more. He bent his face close to mine, lips touching but not moving, holding my gaze in the dark.

A long finger stroked down my slick cleft, then slid back up in a slow, languorous caress.

“God, Kol,” I whimpered.

No smile.

“Stay with me, Moira.”

I did, lacing my fingers behind his nape as his finger probed my opening, then slid inside. I was so tight. It had been a long time since Mikal. Since anyone for that matter.

I made a choked sort of sound as my hips rocked up to meet his increasing thrusts. He pulled out.

“No,” I begged, “Please.”

He did smile then, sliding two fingers inside me, stretching me with divine pleasure. My mouth fell open on a cry. He smothered it with his own, his tongue thrusting deep. I rocked back and forth, my body knowing what it wanted, mounting higher.

I kissed him deeper, drawing him into me, wanting more of him. Burning. I was on fire. I whispered his name in the dark, a plea for something, for more. Clutching his shoulders, I moaned in ecstasy, like I’d never done in my entire life, coming hard and fast, my muscles clamping on his fingers. Squeezing my thighs, pleasure rocked through me.

What was he doing to me? This wasn’t me. I didn’t make-out with guys I barely knew or let guys feel me up that I had no intention of dating. I’d only ever been with one person and that was after a long time of courtship. Where the hell was Moira? I didn’t recognize the woman panting and pleasantly sated beneath the behemoth of Morgon man. But God, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

He pulled his fingers out and slid my panties back into place, then righted my shirt. He lifted the covers back on the bed, then threw two more logs on the fire. Sparks spit and crackled as the flames licked around the dry wood. Finally, he lay on top of the bed, stretched on his side. “Go to sleep.”

I curled up on my side, facing away from him, ignoring what just happened as much as he seemed to be. I didn’t understand Kol. During the scent-marking, he was all smug about his male prowess. Now, he was so grave, so serious.

“I can’t.”

“You won’t have the same nightmare.” He was close enough that his breath heated the back of my neck, but he didn’t touch me.

“How do you know?”

“Remember when Petrus said clans have certain gifts?”

“Yeah.”

“My clan has the ability to influence dreams. You won’t have another nightmare.”

I rolled over. “Seriously?”

His gaze was steady in the dark. “Dreamwalkers, some people call us.”

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