The Werevamp Diaries: Moon Beam Dream (The Lynlee Lincoln Series Book 5)

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her nipples with the other, continuing the steady plunging of his body into hers.  It was all she could do to close her eyes and get lost in the sensations.
    Then his fingers dug into her backside and she looked up, needing to see him as he exploded with release. The sight of excruciating pleasure as he gritted his teeth to keep from crying out was her undoing.  She bit her lip, to stifle her moans as her own orgasm convulsed through her center.

Chapter 13
    R hiannon’s head was hanging off the back of the counter, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession.  Her phone rang, and she tried to clear the sex from her mind so that she could remember where it was.  Thankfully Sandy was faster, because within moments he was holding the receiver against her ear.
    “Hello?” she managed to breathe.
    “I need you now.  She’s bad, and we have to do something.  Get ready because I’m coming to get you.”
    “Oh, my God!” she cried out, sitting straight up in panic. “No, don’t.  It’s a really bad time.  Give me...”
    But it was no use. Prieto was there, appearing in a cloud of purple smoke right there in her kitchen.  And while Sandy had managed to slip on his jeans, she was still sitting there dumbfounded without anything covering her body.  Her boyfriend immediately stepped between her and the fallen angel, shielding her from his gaze.
    Prieto turned around and presented his back to them as soon as he realized his error. “I apologize.  I wasn’t thinking.”
    “Yeah,” Rhia said as she scrambled to get her clothes on. “You clearly weren’t.  You know most people knock, but then I guess angels think they have liberties and all.”
    “I didn’t see anything.”
    Sandy snorted in disbelief, and when she faced her boyfriend, she was surprised to see his face a splotchy red and the muscle at his temple flexing as he gritted his teeth.  She’d never once seen him jealous before, but then he’d never been in a circumstance where she was naked in front of another man. 
    “Are you dressed?” Prieto prompted.
    “Um, not yet, but you can talk while you wait.  What’s her condition?”
    She watched from the corner of her eye as he braced his legs apart and held his hands together behind his back.  “The meds you left her aren’t making a dent in the pain.  She’s raging with fever and...”
    He paused his words just about the time she had slipped her shirt over her head.  “Okay, you can turn around.”
    When he did she saw that his face was a little ashen, and there was a strangely hollow look to his expression.  “And what?”
    “The hemorrhaging has started.  I’ve only seen anything like it once in my life.  And once was enough.”
    Rhiannon nodded, swallowing hard.  “Okay, give me a minute to gather some extra supplies.  Then we can go.”
    As she sailed off to the laundry area and her special storage room, she heard steps following close behind her.  Her werewolf ears knew immediately that it was Sandy. 
    “I’m coming with you.”
    She opened the cabinet and started selecting vials of medicines. “Hello?  Who’s going to stay with Remy?”
    He snapped his mouth closed and frowned.  Then his brows lifted and a little smile turned up his lips. “Lynlee can take him.”
    Rhiannon finished packing her satchel, then set is aside and approached her man, putting her hands on his cheeks and tugging his lips down to hers. “Babe, I love you.  Prieto’s a pretty face, but he’s an asshole, and even if he weren’t I wouldn’t be interested.  When I commit, I commit.  Okay?”
    “Yes.” He nipped her lips then hugged her tight to him. “But Lynlee’s just as committed to Beck, and look what happened.  He’s got strange powers, Rhiannon.  And he just saw you naked.”
    She drew back with a perky grin. “No, he didn’t.  He said he didn’t.”
    “He lied.  He saw plenty.”
    She patted his cheek. “Angels don’t lie, sweetheart.”
    She sauntered back

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