Once again I lost control with my mate. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of her. My hands, my mouth, my tongue. Everything about her draws me in … her scent, her taste, her screams of pleasure. And if that wasn’t enough, when we curl up in front of the fire, her body fits inside of mine perfectly.
I wake to the soft sounds of footsteps and whispers. Immediately, I wake Merethyl. No one out here at this time of night is up to anything good.
When I help Merethyl up, I catch their scent and I know it’s hunters. Not only can I smell the blood on them, but I can also smell the scent of metal and gunpowder.
I put my finger to my lips, letting Mere know that she needs to stay quiet. Then I turn, pulling her arm over my shoulder and lifting her onto my back. I’m not sure how quiet she is, but
