WrappedInThought (8 page)
She shivered as her body came alive under his hands as he tugged her gown over her hips and when the whoosh of silk was gone, she was naked. Her shoes had been kicked off while he carried her up the steps.
He landed on top of her with a groan, supporting most of his weight but rubbing his skin along hers everywhere they touched.
Ali groaned and parted her thighs. He knew she wasn’t a virgin, they had discussed it earlier, but he had insisted that their first time be on their wedding night. That was tonight and she wanted him inside her.
As Baen slid home, she felt a pressure on the nub at the top of her sex that sent her arousal spiralling out of control. When he moved, the pressure point moved and her body soon shivered in a climax that shook the windows with her scream.
His howl of satisfaction was marked by short, rhythmic jerks into her and she rolled to one side with him as he spent himself within her.
She sent her hand down to examine his penis as he withdrew and she felt a strange nub above it that flexed and extended as she caressed it. “What is that?”
“I am a shifter. My body has a form just for making love to my life partner. That is what this is.” He was laughing at her.
“Do all Oefric have this?”
“That one is mine, but they might have something like it.” He wrapped her in his arms, withdrew from her and then spooned against her. His deep sigh spoke of satisfaction of a goal accomplished.
Silence rolled in between them and she wove her fingers through one of his hands, holding it to her chest. “Baen, thank you for knowing what you wanted and waiting to get it.”
He chuckled. “Ali, thank you for holding out for your wedding night. It was so much better with our families celebrating with us and we might be able to visit them all at the same time by this time next year.”
She grinned and wiggled happily against him. “Thank you for that. Caneer is nice, but it is losing its community feel. I think my family will blossom here.”
He stroked one hand down her chest and over her hip. “I don’t care what they do, as long as you blossom with me as your mate. I can think of no greater achievement.”
She laughed and turned to drape one leg over his hips while kissing at his jaw line. “The blossoming will continue, as long as you continue to support me when I have to scan bad people. It is a hard thing for me to do and knowing that you know it as well will make it easier for me to accept the sucky part of my job and get on with my day.”
He chuckled. “Speaking of sucking…”
His lips on her neck slowly trailed down her body and by the time she was panting for breath she knew one thing without doubt. She may end up being wrapped in strange thoughts, but Baengar would always be here to catch her and clean her mind of everything but affection afterward.
And what he was doing now was taking all thought right out of her head.
Hooray for wedding nights!
Author Note
Thanks for joining me and being
Wrapped in Thought
. Book 2 of Tales of the Citadel took some funny turns, but I am pleased with the happily ever after that was the final result.
The next installment,
A Healing Caress,
will continue the exposure of the Citadel and their training methods.
If you missed the beginning of the series,
Soul Keeper
is out and a cute read. I attempt to specialize in cute.
Viola Grace
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.