Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

His tongue flicked out to swirl over each line and circle, to flick over her nipple, sending darts of fire racing to her belly and spreading even lower. Her hands tugged him closer even as a low moan escaped. His tongue slid along each line, his healing saliva providing a balm to the deep ache that was still there.
    When he lifted his head, his eyes were so dark they were almost black, so blue they were like midnight and so hot with desire she thought she might melt. Her hands trembled and she forced her fingers to let go of the silky strands so he could stand tall. She just stood there while he slowly buckled her vest, enclosing her breasts behind the tight leather.

    Ivory took a deep breath, shaken, but proud of herself for standing. “Are you satisfied?―
    Razvan’s eyes lit up with a male amusement and he deliberately shifted to ease the thick bulge in his trousers.
    â€œNot hardly, but I have assured myself you are healing well, and that will do for now.―
    The color crept up her neck. She shook her head. “You are crazy, but in a good way.― She looked back toward the rich black soil, desperate to find something to divert her attention—to divert his attention from her. She gestured toward the ground where they could see the traces of excessive salt running like king’s gold in deep veins through the darker loam where the wolf pack still lay sleeping.
    â€œAre you ready for this? They have been attended to by others, Vikirnoff and Nicolas, Natalya sometimes, but they will be ravenous for us. Feeding is part of the ritual of sealing the pack together. They’re like my children.―
    Razvan knew she needed the distraction to feel in control again. Emotions were difficult for her. His heart fluttered in his chest and he found himself smiling at her. Happy. Just to be alive. Just to be with her on this crisp, cold evening, with the moon spilling light over her blue-black hair, framing her face so that she looked as angelic as she did sexy.

    â€œI am certain they will be happy to be out of the ground after all these weeks,― he agreed. “Let us do this and bring our family back together.―
    He found he was as anxious as she to see the wolves. They had become family to him. He had spent so long in her mind that her deep affection for the pack members had transferred to him as well. “As children go, they are a fairly wild bunch.―
    Ivory laughed with him, sharing his humor over the pack. She stretched her arms and called softly to her pack. “Awake brothers and sisters. We will run free this night. Come with me.
    Join with me.―
    She sent Razvan another quick smile that managed to raise his temperature and quicken his heartbeat. The soil boiled up into a geyser and one by one the six wolves leapt free, shaking their gorgeous silver coats and rushing to Ivory, nearly knocking her over. She sank to the ground, laughing, her arms surrounding them as they greeted her with more enthusiasm than manners.
    Raja and his mate, Ayame, turned to Razvan and he sank down beside Ivory, surprised when the big male leapt at his chest and rubbed his body along Razvan’s in greeting. He realized just as he had accepted the pack as family, they had accepted him as Ivory’s mate. Joy swept through him. A family. Another gift from Ivory. He sank his fingers into the thick fur and roughhoused a little, ignoring the show of teeth, feeling the wolf’s laughing intent.
    Each animal took its turn coming to him and greeting him, being welcomed by him and reaffirming its position in the pack.
    He found he was particularly fond of Blaez, the second-in-command. He was quietly confident and very alert to danger, taking his cues from Raja, yet guarding the pack with a fierceness that told Razvan he would have had a pack of his own had his circumstances been different. He felt that same fierce protec tiveness toward Ivory and the pack, and there was a sense of kinship when he stroked his hand through the thick fur and scratched the alert ears.
    The pack was eager to feed, needing the bond, and he waited for Ivory to make the decision on how she wanted them fed.
    You feed Raja and Ayame and then I will. Next Blaez and his mate Gynger. Last will be Farkas and his mate, Rikki. If we start off that way, they will accept your leadership faster .
    The offer of leadership in the pack was another great gift. He knew, after a century of