Children of the Moon 04 - Dragon's Moon

Eirik set Ciara on her feet. Though he kept their mouths fused, his body bowed over hers, his arms encasing her in a way that both excited her and made her feel safe.
    She let that feeling of safety wash through her like a cleansing tide. If he could give her this sense of peace, it was almost worth the pain that would inevitably follow.
    Finished with thinking, she focused entirely on the sensations he elicited in her with his kiss.
    Her hands went to his chest of their own accord, sliding over hard muscles and brushing the tiny nubs they found there. His big body shuddered at the contact and she had to do it again, circling her fingertips around his small male nipples.
    Then she traced the lines of the leather straps that held his sword scabbards to his back. They crisscrossed the golden skin of his chest in the most fascinating way. She followed each line, brushing over the brown disks of his nipples again, but moving on as she explored the delicious combination of the leather and his smooth skin.
    With a growl he tore his mouth from hers. “Do that again.”
    “What?” she asked in a husky voice she barely recognized as her own.
    “Touch me there.” He grabbed one of her hands and guided it to rest over his hardened nub.
    She did, no thought to the contrary. Circling and pinching the tender flesh, she exulted in the power she exerted over this giant warrior who shared his nature with both dragon and raven as he shivered with each caress.
    “Yes.” He threw his head back, pleasure etched in every harsh line of his face. “Excite me as only you can, faolán .”
    She let her hands explore every spot she could reach, but now the leather straps from his sword scabbards were in her way. “Take these off.”
    “Aye.” The look he gave her was hewn from the granite that had used to protect her heart.
    Within seconds all of his weapons lay on the ground within easy reaching distance. Not that a dragon who could partially transform needed a sword to defeat his enemy. His boots and kilt followed his weapons in short order and then he stood before her, gloriously naked in the moonlight.

Chapter 18

All that spirits desire, spirits attain.
    —K HALIL G IBRAN
    N o hint of embarrassment or shyness for this prince of the Chrechte. Eirik accepted her intensely fascinated perusal as his due.
    A foot taller than her and so broad with muscle only a fool would challenge this man in battle, Eirik’s gaze burned through her with promise.
    And with a challenge she would be a fool not to meet.
    He drew her to him without a single gesture or word and she willingly submitted to the siren’s call of his body, moving closer. A faint echo of that frightened voice that had lived deep in her heart for so long warned her that like the siren’s this man’s song of desire would lure her to her doom.
    But that voice was not loud enough to stop Ciara reaching out to touch that which held her attention so assiduously—the erection jutting from his body. Her fingertips did not quite touch in their circling of it, but he did not seem to mind, if the bliss crossing his features was anything to go by.
    Long and thick, the hard phallus was much too big to fitinside her, she was sure. Though her wolf argued otherwise, snarling for the chance to be impaled by the Éan prince.
    For a moment, Ciara wondered at the sanity of her beast.
    That moment was lost as Eirik’s hand curled around hers, increasing the tightness of her hold. The dichotomy between his hard, callused fingers over hers and the soft, silky skin covering ungiving hardness beneath took her breath away.
    “’Tis amazing,” she said on a sigh, looking down at their joint hold on his erection.
    “Aye.”
    He began to guide her in movement, taking their joined hands to the base of his length and pushing his foreskin down so the broad purple head winked up at her. “Like that, sweet little wolf.”
    “You should be vulnerable here, but you do not feel vulnerable at all.” He felt hot, hard and strong beneath her hand.
    He gave out a choked sound that could have been a laugh. “Make no mistake, even a dragon shifter’s cock is susceptible to pain as much as pleasure.”
    “There is so much heat,” she whispered in wonder. “Are you sure your dragon is not getting ready to cast fire again?”
    This time his laugh could be mistaken for nothing but. “It is a kind of fire, but I assure you, it will not burn you, faolán .”
    “Oh, I think it will.” Her heart, if not