both, a true melding of body and spirit.
That's all he wanted from her, now. To force her to turn to mist. He had no feelings for her anymore. Goddess, he thought she was soulless. He hated her.
And he'd hate her even more when he realized she would never save his friends.
Watching her with those pale eyes, he dipped his head, his mouth replacing his hand, his warm lips caressing her sensitive neck, his soft beard tickling her skin. She shivered, the need growing. As if he sensed her weakening, he grasped her waist, his hands sliding beneath her shirt, his fingers cool against the heat of her skin.
She inhaled deeply, arching at the delicious touch of him. Goddess, she had to get control. Already, her breathing was turning shallow, her breasts aching for the feel of his hands. Or mouth.
Think, Ariana. Seduce him . Seduction came as easily as breathing to an Ilina. Pleasure--her own and others'--was a necessary source of strength for a mist warrior. The challenge was to avoid falling into the seduction herself.
"Let me see you." Her voice sounded husky even to her own ears. "I want to see you, Kougar." At the thought of him removing his clothes, her body began to give off the mating scent few immortal males, and no human, could resist.
His eyes darkened. Her own quick glance below his waist told her his body was more than ready.
Behind her contacts, her eyes began to tingle in a way that told her they'd started to sparkle with sexual heat--another natural seduction she hadn't felt in far too long. There'd been no one in a millennium whom she'd wanted to seduce. But her eyes would do little to attract him hidden, as they were, behind the contacts she'd worn for years in the unlikely event she stumbled into the path of an immortal who might recognize her too-blue eyes for what they were--Ilina eyes.
"Release one of my hands, Kougar. My contacts are growing uncomfortable."
"No." The word came out rough, little more than a growl. "Leave them in." His own eyes had turned silver, his pupils dilated. His breaths were becoming as shallow as her own.
It was a game they both played, now. Maintain as much control as possible while seducing the other. It was a game he wouldn't win. But could she?
"Let me see you, Kougar," she said huskily. "Take off your shirt for me."
He ignored her, his mouth moving lower, to the flesh bared by the vee neck of her scrubs. His hands rose beneath her shirt, his fingers brushing against her abdomen, then sliding up and over her breasts to claim them. The feel of his hands on her, cupping her, squeezing her, had her arching into his touch and gasping with true pleasure.
He released her suddenly, and she made a sound of dismay before she could stop herself, then quieted, holding her breath when he reached behind her to unfasten her bra. A moment later, he pushed the lacy garment up and out of his way, covering her breasts, skin to skin, her sensitive nipples brushing the rough curve of his palms.
Her head tipped back at the achingly right feel of his touch. She reveled in the roughness of that touch, which revealed his own growing need. He dipped his head, pushing her shirt out of his way with an impatient tug, and sucked the fullness of one hungry breast deep into his mouth.
Ariana moaned, her hips rocking, her body hot and wet, burning to be filled by this man whose touch she'd missed so desperately. "Kougar . . ."
Still suckling her breast, he grasped the waistband of her pants with hands as unsteady as the pounding of her heart and pushed them down over her hips. With a low growl, he released her breast, meeting her gaze with eyes like hot steel before he stepped back and turned his attention to her feet. With quick, efficient movements, he pulled off her shoes and socks, then yanked her pants down her legs and off.
She stood shaking before him, wanting what he was about to give even as her heart rebelled.
His breathing shallow and erratic, he rose and met her gaze again, a rich, carnal
That's all he wanted from her, now. To force her to turn to mist. He had no feelings for her anymore. Goddess, he thought she was soulless. He hated her.
And he'd hate her even more when he realized she would never save his friends.
Watching her with those pale eyes, he dipped his head, his mouth replacing his hand, his warm lips caressing her sensitive neck, his soft beard tickling her skin. She shivered, the need growing. As if he sensed her weakening, he grasped her waist, his hands sliding beneath her shirt, his fingers cool against the heat of her skin.
She inhaled deeply, arching at the delicious touch of him. Goddess, she had to get control. Already, her breathing was turning shallow, her breasts aching for the feel of his hands. Or mouth.
Think, Ariana. Seduce him . Seduction came as easily as breathing to an Ilina. Pleasure--her own and others'--was a necessary source of strength for a mist warrior. The challenge was to avoid falling into the seduction herself.
"Let me see you." Her voice sounded husky even to her own ears. "I want to see you, Kougar." At the thought of him removing his clothes, her body began to give off the mating scent few immortal males, and no human, could resist.
His eyes darkened. Her own quick glance below his waist told her his body was more than ready.
Behind her contacts, her eyes began to tingle in a way that told her they'd started to sparkle with sexual heat--another natural seduction she hadn't felt in far too long. There'd been no one in a millennium whom she'd wanted to seduce. But her eyes would do little to attract him hidden, as they were, behind the contacts she'd worn for years in the unlikely event she stumbled into the path of an immortal who might recognize her too-blue eyes for what they were--Ilina eyes.
"Release one of my hands, Kougar. My contacts are growing uncomfortable."
"No." The word came out rough, little more than a growl. "Leave them in." His own eyes had turned silver, his pupils dilated. His breaths were becoming as shallow as her own.
It was a game they both played, now. Maintain as much control as possible while seducing the other. It was a game he wouldn't win. But could she?
"Let me see you, Kougar," she said huskily. "Take off your shirt for me."
He ignored her, his mouth moving lower, to the flesh bared by the vee neck of her scrubs. His hands rose beneath her shirt, his fingers brushing against her abdomen, then sliding up and over her breasts to claim them. The feel of his hands on her, cupping her, squeezing her, had her arching into his touch and gasping with true pleasure.
He released her suddenly, and she made a sound of dismay before she could stop herself, then quieted, holding her breath when he reached behind her to unfasten her bra. A moment later, he pushed the lacy garment up and out of his way, covering her breasts, skin to skin, her sensitive nipples brushing the rough curve of his palms.
Her head tipped back at the achingly right feel of his touch. She reveled in the roughness of that touch, which revealed his own growing need. He dipped his head, pushing her shirt out of his way with an impatient tug, and sucked the fullness of one hungry breast deep into his mouth.
Ariana moaned, her hips rocking, her body hot and wet, burning to be filled by this man whose touch she'd missed so desperately. "Kougar . . ."
Still suckling her breast, he grasped the waistband of her pants with hands as unsteady as the pounding of her heart and pushed them down over her hips. With a low growl, he released her breast, meeting her gaze with eyes like hot steel before he stepped back and turned his attention to her feet. With quick, efficient movements, he pulled off her shoes and socks, then yanked her pants down her legs and off.
She stood shaking before him, wanting what he was about to give even as her heart rebelled.
His breathing shallow and erratic, he rose and met her gaze again, a rich, carnal
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