Embrace the Wind

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Authors: Caris Roane
understand what was happening between them, but her wolf did and she was letting the shifter part of her take the lead. Shifters by nature – at least according to everything she’d read – needed physical release in every possible way, whether battling for pack order, or taking off for long runs across the countryside, or the pleasure of sex.
    She’d been starved most of her life as a result of her separation from the shifter world, which sort of explained why she had only one intention right now.
    He flew over what proved to be a tall, seaside cliff, dropping them down to a beautiful beach. Because she’d been tracking him as long as she had, she knew he hadn’t been in this location once during the past nine months. She kept her cloak tight, however, covering them both just in case Invictus happened to catch them unawares.
    The beach was curved, leading to a series of rocks that jutted out of the ocean to the south. The white sand glittered in the moonlight.
    As he set her down, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.
    Her fingers landed on his bare arms, now fully healed, so that she was touching what she’d been lusting after all this time.
    Zane had a magnificent body. He was lean and so muscled that her mouth watered.
    She drew back slightly, shifting to kiss his bicep. He flexed for her, and without thinking, she opened her mouth wide and bit the tough mound of muscle, holding onto his flesh.
    In response, he growled softly, gripping the back of her neck, something her shifter-self loved. Between the hold of her teeth, she licked his skin. Just as she suspected, he tasted like salty, pungent grasses.
    She moaned, aching between her legs.
    “I don’t even know you, Olivia. It feels strange to be doing this.”
    She was too busy tasting him to let go. But you’ve worked up a lot of women at the Elf Lords Hideaway. Just think of me that way. I’m not innocent, and I have no expectations.
    “You know about my activities at the bar?”
    I think the entire realm knows what you’ve been up to.
    At that, he laughed. “I just have one thing to say to that, Olivia: Where have you been all my life.”
    She smiled. “And now that I’m here, how about we make the most of it. Because who knows when we’ll get the chance again.”
    He caught her chin. “You’re beautiful, especially when you smile. Have I thanked you yet for getting me out of that camp?”
    She reached up and kissed him. “The least I could do, Mastyr, since I know the sacrifices you make night after night on behalf of your realm.”
    She slid her nose into his neck and nuzzled him, kissing the dagger and three drops of blood. Then, moving across to bite his shoulder, she licked his skin once more.
    He groaned. “That is so hot. What are you doing?”
    Tasting you, she pathed. Has to be a wolf thing. I love your muscles, your strength, your power. Biting you like this just feels right.
    He fondled her back and her neck, his other hand sliding down to cup her bottom. “Well, whatever the reason, I love it.”
    She released him, her chin low. She wasn’t exactly inside her human head. Instead, she was all wolf. Still facing him, she leaned in but slid her right leg behind his then gave him a hard shove. As planned, he lost his balance, landing on his back in the sand.
    “What the fuck?” He scowled up at her.
    She didn’t try to explain. Instead, she leaped on him, working the metal button at the top of his pants and when she had the zipper down, she eased his cock out.
    He made no more protests as he relaxed into the moment.
    She shifted to lie off to the side of him, stretching out in the sand, then took his cock in her mouth. As before, his hand stroked her back then put the nicest controlling pressure once more on the nape of her neck.
    He was hung and beautiful and she’d been craving him, this, his cock, her mouth, with all her hot wetness between her legs.
    “Who are you?” he asked.
    Doesn’t matter right now. We can talk

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