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“A short walk wouldn’t be amiss,” she said slowly, “but I am exhausted.”
“I won’t keep you long.” He gave her a small smile. “I don’t want you to be yawning through the ceremony tomorrow.”
Tomorrow? Already? “So soon?” she choked out.
“Yes. Come.” He stood and held out his hand to help her up.
She could feel the daggers Anders was sending Talon’s way as they left. She was hurting him, she knew, but she didn’t have a choice.
Few werewolves wandered about as they strolled around the grounds.
“I figure you would want to know a little about me,” Talon began.
“Yes.”
“You will not be my first wife.”
Oh?
“Or my second. My first died in childbirth. The babe also perished.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“My second wife… she became sick and succumbed to her illness. I… I cared for them both. I hope that one day, we both will care for each other.” He stopped and stared at her. There was pain in his eyes. “Maybe even one day love each other.”
“Talon…” Misti had no words to give him. She would not give him false hope.
“You should sleep.” He turned abruptly and walked away.
Her mind was too full for her to even attempt sleep, so she continued walking. What did she want? What would her future hold as Talon’s wife?
War. Death. Ruin. No peace. No matter if she went through with the wedding or not, all she could see was slaughter.
Without intending to, she had walked all the way back to the guest quarters. She ignored her door and headed down the lonely hallway to Anders. A part of her had grown quite fond of him. She wanted him. She might even love him.
And that could doom them all.
Before she could convince herself this was stupid, she knocked on his door.
He opened it, leaning against the doorframe, looking sexy as hell. He had taken off his shirt... Her gaze fell to take in his abs and the dark trail of hair that descended even lower.
He had taken all of his clothes off actually.
She snapped her head back up. “What are we doing?”
With a wave of his hand, he motioned her inside and closed the door. “Surviving,” he said bitterly.
There was as much hurt and pain in him as there was in Talon. “What would you have us do?” she whispered.
“Live on our terms,” he growled.
She initiated the kiss. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. She stripped off her clothes, one piece at a time, letting them collect at their feet.
He answered her kiss, deepening it, taking with him a part of her heart and her soul. He dueled her tongue with his, sending shock waves throughout her body. He kicked her clothes out of the way and picked her up.
Her arms enclosed around his neck, pressing herself against him, wanting to memorize how it felt to be carried by him. His hands were on her ass as she wrapped her legs around him. Still kissing her passionately enough to heat her blood, he carried her deeper into the room, not to the bed but to the windowsill. He set her on it. She lowered one leg to the ground, but the other she lifted so it went over his shoulder.
His hand slid down her ankle to her knee and farther down to her thigh. His thumb circled her clit a few times, and the fire he was setting alight to within her would never burn out. Deep down, she knew this was so wrong. They should stop. They couldn’t be doing this.
