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and fall with her breathing. He doubted she slept as her body still held tension. How difficult this must be for her. Learning who she was, discovering an entirely different race she never knew existed. He could tell it made her nervous, all the new discoveries, but she possessed a bravery he admired.
Glints of moonlight sparked red rubies in her hair. One hand hovered over her head, wanting to touch, wanting to comfort. Thoren yanked his hand back. What was it about Keara that made him want to touch her? Made his blood thrum when she smiled? Laying this close to her, his body demanded he touch her, turn her toward him, stake his claim on her.
He stuck one hand between his knees. Maybe the knee crunch would stop him from grabbing Keara.
What in the name of the Goddess was wrong with him?
Unfortunately, he suspected he knew. But if he took her for his mate, he’d have to stop his work, the work that gave him a purpose. And where would that leave him? Without a job, sitting around mindlessly watching his female and wishing he was out spying in another land.
Time was on his side. Only one female existed per male. Only one. And if fate decreed Keara his, and he wasn’t completely sure it did, then she wouldn’t find a mate until he was ready to quit his job.
He gritted his teeth as his imagination saw other males touching her, covering her with their bodies. Steam leaked out his ears and he rolled onto his back, hands pressed against his ears.
“Are you all right?” Keara mumbled, starting to turn over.
No. “I’m fine. I have a hard time falling asleep.” When I’m in pain from wanting you.
She rolled back onto her side, facing away from him. Praise the Goddess. If she had continued rolling over, he might have acted on instinct. He moved onto his side, facing away from Keara’s back. Maybe that position would help.
Or not. Only one thing would help his below-the-belt ache and it wasn’t staring at tree branches. Think about pain, catching your finger in a door, getting into a fight.
He cursed. It was going to be a long night.
Chapter 6
“Thoren!” Enar’s bellow woke Thoren with a start.
Blinking his eyes for good measure, he stretched before throwing the blanket off. The rising sun meant he had somehow managed to fall asleep the night before. Shame he didn’t feel like he’d slept. Being in proximity to Keara fired his blood.
But, outside of whatever caused Enar to bellow like a bull in heat, today would be better than how he felt lying next to her last night, burning with desire. If he repeated those words long enough, they would come true. Keara rolled over and stared out of sleep-swollen eyes, a puzzled look on her face as she glanced between him and Enar.
So much for high ambitions. One look and he turned into a simpering idiot.
So stop looking.
Pushing himself to a sitting position, he glared at Enar. “What is worth bellowing about this early in the morning?”
“The lad is missing.”
“Missing? Are you sure?” Thoren hopped to his feet and immediately wished he hadn’t. He didn’t need to glance down to see the cause of Enar’s grin.
Hopefully Keara wouldn’t notice.
At least Enar refrained from being a wit.
“Yes. He’s nowhere in the warded area.”
“I saw him head that way.” Keara pointed toward the woods. “It looked like he needed to relieve himself.”
How could a non-magical child get over there? The wards were at least six feet from the woods.
“Are you sure?”
Keara huffed. “I know what I saw and he walked over there.” She pointed again at the woods, head tilted, eyes glaring at him.
Then that would mean...
Cursing, Thoren mentally smacked himself on the head. Why hadn’t he seen what Jamie was? What kind of a reconnaissance expert can’t tell when his prey is sitting under his nose?
Because he looked for red hair and green eyes, not brown locks and gray peepers.
His first mistake. The number one rule of
Glints of moonlight sparked red rubies in her hair. One hand hovered over her head, wanting to touch, wanting to comfort. Thoren yanked his hand back. What was it about Keara that made him want to touch her? Made his blood thrum when she smiled? Laying this close to her, his body demanded he touch her, turn her toward him, stake his claim on her.
He stuck one hand between his knees. Maybe the knee crunch would stop him from grabbing Keara.
What in the name of the Goddess was wrong with him?
Unfortunately, he suspected he knew. But if he took her for his mate, he’d have to stop his work, the work that gave him a purpose. And where would that leave him? Without a job, sitting around mindlessly watching his female and wishing he was out spying in another land.
Time was on his side. Only one female existed per male. Only one. And if fate decreed Keara his, and he wasn’t completely sure it did, then she wouldn’t find a mate until he was ready to quit his job.
He gritted his teeth as his imagination saw other males touching her, covering her with their bodies. Steam leaked out his ears and he rolled onto his back, hands pressed against his ears.
“Are you all right?” Keara mumbled, starting to turn over.
No. “I’m fine. I have a hard time falling asleep.” When I’m in pain from wanting you.
She rolled back onto her side, facing away from him. Praise the Goddess. If she had continued rolling over, he might have acted on instinct. He moved onto his side, facing away from Keara’s back. Maybe that position would help.
Or not. Only one thing would help his below-the-belt ache and it wasn’t staring at tree branches. Think about pain, catching your finger in a door, getting into a fight.
He cursed. It was going to be a long night.
Chapter 6
“Thoren!” Enar’s bellow woke Thoren with a start.
Blinking his eyes for good measure, he stretched before throwing the blanket off. The rising sun meant he had somehow managed to fall asleep the night before. Shame he didn’t feel like he’d slept. Being in proximity to Keara fired his blood.
But, outside of whatever caused Enar to bellow like a bull in heat, today would be better than how he felt lying next to her last night, burning with desire. If he repeated those words long enough, they would come true. Keara rolled over and stared out of sleep-swollen eyes, a puzzled look on her face as she glanced between him and Enar.
So much for high ambitions. One look and he turned into a simpering idiot.
So stop looking.
Pushing himself to a sitting position, he glared at Enar. “What is worth bellowing about this early in the morning?”
“The lad is missing.”
“Missing? Are you sure?” Thoren hopped to his feet and immediately wished he hadn’t. He didn’t need to glance down to see the cause of Enar’s grin.
Hopefully Keara wouldn’t notice.
At least Enar refrained from being a wit.
“Yes. He’s nowhere in the warded area.”
“I saw him head that way.” Keara pointed toward the woods. “It looked like he needed to relieve himself.”
How could a non-magical child get over there? The wards were at least six feet from the woods.
“Are you sure?”
Keara huffed. “I know what I saw and he walked over there.” She pointed again at the woods, head tilted, eyes glaring at him.
Then that would mean...
Cursing, Thoren mentally smacked himself on the head. Why hadn’t he seen what Jamie was? What kind of a reconnaissance expert can’t tell when his prey is sitting under his nose?
Because he looked for red hair and green eyes, not brown locks and gray peepers.
His first mistake. The number one rule of
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