Carpathian 21 - Dark Peril

didn’t budge. He nuzzled her neck. “Were you trying to move?”

    “I’m waking the kitten and he’s going to pounce on your bare butt.”

    He rolled again, with more haste than grace. The thought of the shadow cat’s claws getting anywhere near certain parts of his anatomy were enough to scare any man, even a Carpathian warrior.

    She smirked. “You’re such a baby. Let me up. We really have to wake him and figure out how we’re going to feed him.”

    He reluctantly allowed his arms to slide away, releasing her. Solange stood up on shaky legs, smiling down at him. She robbed him of breath. Her body gleamed with a fine sheen from their lovemaking. He loved that she didn’t attempt to cover herself. Her breasts stood out proudly, and he could see the marks left by his teeth and mouth and hands. Her hair was wildly disheveled and her mouth a bit swollen from his kisses.
    She looked like she’d been thoroughly made love to, but he wanted to see his seed running down the inside of her thighs.

    “I love looking at you,” he said, sitting up.

    “I know,” she answered, a satisfactory purr in her voice. She stepped into the pool and rinsed off.

    Dominic, fully clothed, waited for her with a warm towel. “I will have to go hunt,” he said. “And do some scouting.”

    “I’ll go with you, but I want to take care of the cub first.”

    “There is no need this evening,” he countered. “I can look and figure out the distance you will need to be away from the vampires in order to keep the parasites silent.” He rubbed the water drops from her skin, wanting to lick them off. Already his body was stirring. The tight clasp of her body combined with her scorching heat was addicting, and he would never be sated, no matter how many times he took her. And he intended to take her a million times.

    Solange dressed in the short emerald green ladder dress. He loved the way the slinky material clung to the outsides of her breasts yet bared them to him. He couldn’t resist caressing the light weight just to feel her softness against his palm. His fingers rolled and tugged her nipples until they were hard little beads.

    “You’re going to make me damp and needy all over again,” she warned.

    “I want you that way. If I could, I would have you in a continual state of arousal. When this is all over, be prepared to spend a long time that way.” His hand crept beneath the short hem to cup her bare mound. His thumb circled her clit with a languid expertise. Her breath hitched in her throat and he leaned over to capture the breathy moan in his mouth. “I love the way you sound,” he confided. “You please me, Solange.
    So much.”

    “I’m glad, Dominic. Wanting you is very easy.”

    When she began to ride his hand, he abruptly pulled his fingers away, licking them, his eyes on her face.
    “Keep wanting me.”

    “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

    He seated himself across the room from her, wanting to watch her with the cub. Its yowl was loud as he waved his hand and removed the sleeping spell. The kitten stretched before lifting his head, its gaze darting around the room until he found Solange. He ran to her fast and rubbed up and down her leg.

    She dropped her hand into the fur and knelt to nuzzle the mewling creature. “We need to call him something.”

    Dominic cringed inwardly. “It is probably best to stay detached,” he advised.

    “He needs a name,” Solange insisted.

    Dominic sighed. He didn’t want to give the animal a name, not when he doubted if he could save the creature. How did one make shadow into substance? She was already half in love with the little bundle of fur and claws, and he couldn’t bear to break her heart. She’d had enough heart-break in her life. He’d healed terrible wounds, some even mortal, but this . . . He sighed again.

    “ Hän sívamak , if you get attached and I cannot save him, you will mourn the loss.”

    “Naming him isn’t going to make a difference, Dominic,” she answered, her eyes betraying sadness. “I’m already in love with him.”

    The kitten bounced across the room, the strange, purring growl rumbling in its chest. The shadow cat probably weighed around forty pounds, all muscle, but it couldn’t keep its solid form. Dominic could see the evidence of rosettes in the sleek black fur, proof that the mages had used a jaguar in their experiments to produce the shadow cat.

    “Shadow,” he said.

    She laughed