Page 26 of Kiss of Embers

His eyes flew open. Lust swam in the deep blue depths. But so did doubt. “We might scare her off.”

I squeezed his dick hard enough to make him wince. “Fate chose her for us. Let her watch us…and wonder how it’ll feel to be in our bed.”

He made a low, helpless sound, and I knew he wondered too. Still, he hesitated. Something vulnerable moved through his eyes. “I always thought our female would run into our arms when we finally found her.”

My heart clenched. Struan could cleave a man’s head from his shoulders with an unsharpened sword. But he was built for love.

I reached up and cupped his jaw. “She’s an alpha werewolf,” I said, feathering my thumb over his cheekbone. He leaned into the caress like a cat, and I couldn’t hide my smile. I stroked his skin again as I continued in Gaelic. “They’re a stubborn sort. The mate bond is unique for everyone.” I leaned in and kissed him, stroking my tongue over his as gently as I’d stroked his cheek. “We have to give her time, love,” I said against his lips. “And if the little spy wants to watch us fuck, I think we should give her that too.”

Struan’s breath fluttered against my face. His cock swelled between us, the hard length brushing mine. “All right,” he said.

I smiled as I stepped back, and I switched to English as I flicked my fingers at his chest. “Take your shirt off.”

Throat bobbing, he obeyed, ripping the cotton over his head and flinging it to the ground. His round pecs twitched and his nipples tightened, the pink tips poking from the thatch of black curls on his chest. He was hairier than most of our kind, who tended to be smooth. An attribute of his wolf blood, probably. It suited him.

“Nice,” I said, pushing away from the table. He turned his head as I circled him, but he didn’t break position. And he wouldn’t. Struan was, as I’d said, a very good boy. The moonlight spilling through the tent’s opening painted his broad shoulders in silver.

“Do you feel it?” I asked, running my fingertips over his ribs as I rounded him.

“Aye,” he said, clearly understanding what I meant. “Like the sun on my skin.”

“Except it’s the moon.” I stopped in front of him, and I trailed my fingers down the pelt of hair on his chest. “You’ll need to hunt soon,” I said a little louder than necessary. But it couldn’t hurt to remind Zara that she and Struan had something in common. His beast form was wholly dragon, but he was called by the full moon the same as any werewolf.

He swallowed. “I will. Tomorrow, probably, or the day after.”

“But not tonight,” I said, sliding my hand lower and palming his dick. He moaned, and I leaned in and dragged one of my fangs along the sharp edge of his jaw. “Tonight, you’re mine.”

He tipped his head back and to the side, exposing his neck. His tone turned pleading. “Please. Please, Finn.”

I made another pass along his jaw, letting his stubble abrade my lips. “You want me to drink you?” Unlike my mother’speople, I didn’t need blood to survive—one of several reasons they despised me. I also didn’t producesila, the addictive venom that induced euphoria in a vampire’s victim. As a result, my bite hurt.

But that had never bothered Struan. Quite the opposite.

“Anything,” he croaked, thrusting his cock against my hand. “Anything you want.”

“You always say that.” I stepped backward, and I leaned against the table again. “But I wonder if you really mean it.”

“I do!” His eyes went wide, as if he worried I wouldn’t believe him. “You know I’ll do whatever you?—”

“Strip,” I snapped. “Everything off.”

A masculine whimper broke from him as he bent and unlaced his boots with shaking fingers. He straightened, two spots of color staining his cheeks as he toed off his boots and then ripped open his fly. He shoved his pants and briefs down, freeing his swollen erection.

“Stop,” I said.

He froze at once, and my dick tightened at the speed of his obedience.

Outside, Zara didn’t quite manage to stifle her gasp. More blood pumped to my dick. Tormenting Struan was one thing. Tormenting him with our woman watching was like opening the door to a new realm of pleasure.

Struan stayed still, his erection hanging lewdly over his waistband. The look on his face let me know he’d also heard Zara.

I lounged against the table, and I ran a slow gaze down his body as I said, “I changed my mind. Keep the socks on. Lose everything else.”

The pink in his cheeks deepened as he pushed his pants and underwear down and then kicked them away. He straightened, nude except for his white calf socks.

My fangs slid lower. Desire twisted a hot, frazzled path to my cock, urging me to put Struan on his knees and order him to suck me. But that would have been too easy. Pleasure was always better when it was earned.

I twirled a finger in the air. “Turn. Slowly.”