Chapter 29: I want you just as much.

Kyra paced through the familiar place. And she thought to herself what was the spell that he had on her that she has not some how made an excuse of staying with her sisters again, maybe lying again that one of them needs help. What was she doing there? I was crazy because there was no way she would be able to resist him. Even before now, her body was already screaming to have him. Her wolf was already begin to feel torment. There was no way she couldn’t resist him when they were alone. She closed her eyes briefly and stepped out the sliding glass door leading to the lower deck where the hot tub was. The view was astonishing. She could see the plenty green trees that surrounded the walls and even inside the walls. It was cool outside, but the stars glittered overhead. She stood for a moment, contemplating whether or not she was strong enough to make love with with, hold him all night, and ho back to how there were the following morning.
"What are you doing out here?" Conri came up behind her. "It’s cold, Kyra, come inside."
"Oh I know “ she said, putting the jacket Conri fave her earlier on her open flesh “ I know, but everything is so beautiful. Look at the sky, the moon is so beautiful." She indicated the dazzling silver ball.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, nuzzling her hair out of the way so he could kiss the nape of her neck. "Are we going to talk about the weather?"
She shivered with his touch. "No, I just wanted you to see the night and maybe enjoy it with me for just a moment." She turned in his arms and clasped her hands behind his neck. "Do you remember the night you said you wanted to show me a secret place of yours and you took me to that small mountain over their “ she pointed, but he didn't need to look. He knows it by heart.
“ You said you wanted to share that with me “
His hands stroked over her silken skin, his body and brain imprinted with the memory of her soft curves, her tight heat, her soft cries of surrender. "I remember laying you down on my blanket under the stars and making love to you for most of the night. And I ended up carrying you inside because you were too tired to walk. You were just there lying naked in my arms, with just blankets wrapped around you. I loves every moment of those days, you completely surrendered your body to me “
"We were laughing so hard we were afraid we would wake everyone up, but we still couldn't stop laughing “ she said smiling to the memories.
"You’re shivering."
"Am I?" She really hadn’t noticed. His skin was hard and hot and he smelled fresh and clean and masculine. She had needed him for so long, hurt for so long, she almost couldn’t comprehend that he was with her. Both of them reaching this point, where she had somehow become his wife and luna, recognized Luna, not just the title he had given her from the first day, when he said he was going to be the alpha and be would make her his Luna, everything was feeling unreal Like a dream. And suddenly she wanted to forget about everything that has happened in the past or the fear if what would happen in the future. She wanted to stay in the moment forever. .
"You are." He left a trail of kisses along her neck. "Let’s go inside."
Kyra shook her head as her fingers tangled in his hair, as she rubbed her skin beneath the jacket and laid her head against his chest. She wanted him to hold her like this, feeling the breeze blow on her face. She didn’t want to feel afraid. She didn’t want to remember anything but his touch and his body and the way he loved her.
She pulled out of his arms and reached for the hem of her tight tank top. She drew it over her head and tossed it aside. Conri thought he’d remembered every line of her body, every generous curve, but the sight of her soft breasts encased in her lace bra, the cool air tightening her nipples into inviting peaks, brought a rush of desire so strong it shook him.
"Let’s make a bed out here," she suggested, her voice low and sensual. She raised her arms toward the sky, embracing the night, her long hair flowing around her like a silken cloak.
"Are you sure? It's cold out here tonight “
She half-turned her head, her exotic eyes and hair lending her a fey appearance in the light spilling down from the moon. " Yes, I am sure. You will warm me up. We can use the hot tub and the shower’s right inside."
“ I can just hold you tonight, I meant what I said earlier. I'd this what you want, I’m not going to force you to do anything ."
She sent another one of those smiles he couldn’t interpret, slow, seductive, and just a little bit out of reach. "I want tonight. Give me tonight, Conri, and we can sort the rest of it out later."
Conri turned up the temperature on the hot tub and went back inside to return with the mattress and sheets. While she made up the bed, he brought out several comforters and large bath sheets.
"You know I have always liked the way the room is designed," she said. "I don't know if I have told you before. Everything just fit so nicely."
"Yea, you have said it a million times before, I don't think I can forget. . . You love living here, don’t you?"
She sent him a faint smile. "It’s home. Of course I love it.“
He reached for her, pulled her closer. "That’s how I feel about you. A place where I don't need to worry about the battles in front of me, Home." He kissed her neck, stroked his hands from her breasts to her belly. The golden links of the chain around her waist were already cooling in the night air but served to fuel the growing heat in his groin. "You’re in my blood, Kyra. I don’t even want to get you out."
He heard the soft hiss of a zipper as she stepped away from him. The hungry ache intensified to an agonizing fullness. She slid the pair of black jeans slowly over her hips and down the length of her legs, stepping out of them so that she stood on the deck wearing only her lace bra and panties and a pair of black high heels.
"You’re killing me," he admitted softly, dropping his hand to the rock hard bulge straining against his slacks. "I’ve dreamt of you coming to me, but my fantasies don’t quite live up to the real thing."
The light from the moon surrounded her so that her skin appeared to be a glowing pearl. Her mass of thick hair fell below her waist, drawing attention to the curve of her bottom. His world of violence and betrayal was a way of life. He understood it. Trusted no one. And then there was Kyra with her laughter and warmth, with her soft, melting body and secret haven of pleasure beyond his wildest dreams. She stood there, holding out her hand to him, not recognizing what she meant to him.
A roaring started somewhere in his head and consumed him. Tears burned behind his eyelids. He’d held himself in check for so long, refused to feel or think or dream, and now the dam had burst and the floodgates were wide open. He was damned if he was going to give her up. She thought she was offering a night of solace. He could feel her holding a part of herself back from him, but it wasn’t going to happen. She was his, and every single cell in his body belonged to her. He had one night to make her admit that and he wasn’t going to blow his chance.
He enveloped her hand in his and tugged until her body was against his. He had waited three years for this moment and he couldn’t wait a moment longer. His fist clenched in her hair, his mouth found hers to catch that first small moan of surrender she always made. He reveled in that sound, that moment when he knew she would give herself to him. There’d been too many nights when he’d awakened alone, his body as hard as a rock, that small breathy sound filling his mind and bringing an ache to his heart.
Her hands slipped to his shoulder, fingers digging into his muscles as his tongue sank deep into the sweet heat of her mouth. He pressed his aching groin against her soft belly, allowing the sensation of her skin and lush curves to push him to the edge of control. Every memory of touching her, the endless pleasure, the unbelievable love that had crept into his heart and soul so slowly he hadn’t recognized it in time to protect himself. It had been too late by the time he knew what was happening. He needed her when he had never needed anyone.
Her mouth was velvet heat, her tongue tangling with his, heightening his pleasure. He could barely breathe as he skimmed his hands possessively over her.
"You have too many clothes on," she complained.
Reluctant to break their kiss, his teeth teased at her lower lip. He raised his head, taking just enough time to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Before he could reach for her again her palm slid over the front of his slacks. His body shuddered at the sudden heat and friction as she rubbed him through the material.
"Way too many clothes," she emphasized, looking up into his eyes.
He was lost and he knew it. How many times had he drowned in her gaze? She was a craving he’d never be over. He had stopped fighting the fact that he needed her. It was only a matter of making her realize she needed him just as much. He rid himself of his clothes, carelessly dropping them as he reached again for her, lowering her to the bed.