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with Dove and Cricket. “Lia, we’ll have to leave you now, but let us know if you need anything.”
Lia laughed. “All right. See you guys later.”
They turned back to the den at a run.
“Why’d you make them leave?” It sounded like she was teasing him. Lia ran a hand through her damp hair. She glowed even now, and seemed to illuminate the entire meadow.
“What?” Ronan shook his head. “Oh. I wanted to take you on a tour of our territory.”
“And no one else is allowed to come?” she asked.
He gazed at her hungrily. “Definitely not.”
“All right, then. Lead the way.”
He found leading difficult. He’d rather follow her, so he could watch the sway of her hips, the way her shirt clung to her back. He could watch her forever. Just being in her presence was enough, though he still had errant thoughts of pulling off her clothes so he could see her bare again. He couldn’t wait until she came around to a life without clothes. Then he’d be able to feast his eyes on her whenever he wanted.
“Where exactly are we going?” Lia asked.
Ronan pointed to a high peak. “To the Vantage.”
“Oh.” Her voice fell. “That climb looks… difficult.”
“You could ride me if you want.”
She blushed. “Aren’t I heavy, though?”
Swiftly, he turned, scooping her off her feet and holding her against his chest.
“Ronan!” She broke into surprised laughter.
The thought flashed into his mind of taking her back to the storage room and laying her out on the mattress. Peeling back her shirt and planting kisses all up and down her sides. The clean scent of her didn’t help—for some reason, it only made him want to dirty her up and make her sweat. Her lips were close to his, far too close. He didn’t want to scare her away. This was too soon, wasn’t it?
He set her down. “You’re no heavier than an armful of rushes. But if we’re going to the Vantage, I’ll want all four paws to climb. You might need to ride my wolf. Does that scare you?”
She looked up at him. “Not with you.”
Ronan cast off his clothes and shifted while gazing into her eyes. It was surprisingly intimate. While it would normally be a breach of etiquette to stare at someone who was shifting, he was glad to let her look.
Her lips parted slightly in awe. “Can I—” She raised a hand, then lowered it. “Can I touch you?”
Ronan lowered his head. She put her hand on his cheek, running her fingers through his fur.
“It’s so soft,” Lia murmured.
Her hand moved toward his throat, and the downy fur that covered it. Ronan wondered if she realized how vulnerable he was there, just a bit of fur and skin separating the air from the hot blood that pulsed in his veins. He couldn’t imagine letting anyone else touch him there, but her fingers were light and wonderful. She wouldn’t hurt him.
He crouched low so she could mount. This time, she swung her leg over his back without hesitation. That was his girl. He was so proud of her.
Ronan thought back to their ride through the night, how she had held tight to him, pressing her thighs into him. He wanted to feel that again.
Leaping up, he bounded away with her. He heard her breath catch—was she scared? No, her breathing was quickening, her hands clutching tighter. She was excited, and… Ronan sniffed. Aroused? He was going to have to try to ignore that. But it did spur him to run faster, vault higher. Boulders and fallen logs seemed like nothing to him with Lia on his back. The mountain seemed more like a hillock to him today. She was his reason to strive.
He made it to the peak in record time. Before Lia could climb down, he shifted. Catching her, he held her on his back.
She laughed. “You aren’t even sweating. How is that possible?”
“I told you you weren’t heavy.” He let her down, though he was sorry to lose the warmth of her skin against his. “You see that curtain of vines?” he asked.
Lia nodded.
“Follow me through, and I’ll show you the
Lia laughed. “All right. See you guys later.”
They turned back to the den at a run.
“Why’d you make them leave?” It sounded like she was teasing him. Lia ran a hand through her damp hair. She glowed even now, and seemed to illuminate the entire meadow.
“What?” Ronan shook his head. “Oh. I wanted to take you on a tour of our territory.”
“And no one else is allowed to come?” she asked.
He gazed at her hungrily. “Definitely not.”
“All right, then. Lead the way.”
He found leading difficult. He’d rather follow her, so he could watch the sway of her hips, the way her shirt clung to her back. He could watch her forever. Just being in her presence was enough, though he still had errant thoughts of pulling off her clothes so he could see her bare again. He couldn’t wait until she came around to a life without clothes. Then he’d be able to feast his eyes on her whenever he wanted.
“Where exactly are we going?” Lia asked.
Ronan pointed to a high peak. “To the Vantage.”
“Oh.” Her voice fell. “That climb looks… difficult.”
“You could ride me if you want.”
She blushed. “Aren’t I heavy, though?”
Swiftly, he turned, scooping her off her feet and holding her against his chest.
“Ronan!” She broke into surprised laughter.
The thought flashed into his mind of taking her back to the storage room and laying her out on the mattress. Peeling back her shirt and planting kisses all up and down her sides. The clean scent of her didn’t help—for some reason, it only made him want to dirty her up and make her sweat. Her lips were close to his, far too close. He didn’t want to scare her away. This was too soon, wasn’t it?
He set her down. “You’re no heavier than an armful of rushes. But if we’re going to the Vantage, I’ll want all four paws to climb. You might need to ride my wolf. Does that scare you?”
She looked up at him. “Not with you.”
Ronan cast off his clothes and shifted while gazing into her eyes. It was surprisingly intimate. While it would normally be a breach of etiquette to stare at someone who was shifting, he was glad to let her look.
Her lips parted slightly in awe. “Can I—” She raised a hand, then lowered it. “Can I touch you?”
Ronan lowered his head. She put her hand on his cheek, running her fingers through his fur.
“It’s so soft,” Lia murmured.
Her hand moved toward his throat, and the downy fur that covered it. Ronan wondered if she realized how vulnerable he was there, just a bit of fur and skin separating the air from the hot blood that pulsed in his veins. He couldn’t imagine letting anyone else touch him there, but her fingers were light and wonderful. She wouldn’t hurt him.
He crouched low so she could mount. This time, she swung her leg over his back without hesitation. That was his girl. He was so proud of her.
Ronan thought back to their ride through the night, how she had held tight to him, pressing her thighs into him. He wanted to feel that again.
Leaping up, he bounded away with her. He heard her breath catch—was she scared? No, her breathing was quickening, her hands clutching tighter. She was excited, and… Ronan sniffed. Aroused? He was going to have to try to ignore that. But it did spur him to run faster, vault higher. Boulders and fallen logs seemed like nothing to him with Lia on his back. The mountain seemed more like a hillock to him today. She was his reason to strive.
He made it to the peak in record time. Before Lia could climb down, he shifted. Catching her, he held her on his back.
She laughed. “You aren’t even sweating. How is that possible?”
“I told you you weren’t heavy.” He let her down, though he was sorry to lose the warmth of her skin against his. “You see that curtain of vines?” he asked.
Lia nodded.
“Follow me through, and I’ll show you the
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