Arthur couldn’t help himself. Her scent was filling his senses and she looked so delicious, soaking wet and his.
His mate.
He licked his lips and she gasped.
“A-Arthur?”
He lowered his head and kissed her, lifting her out of the water. She wrapped her arms and legs around him with a little gasp of shock.
“Arthur, what about the—”
“The fire can wait.” Arthur growled, “Do you not want me?”
Daphne huffed at the question. She did, but she also knew if they got started, he wouldn’t want to stop. She tried to explain that, but Arthur was kissing her again, walking back towards the tree line to where a large boulder sat. She felt the cool stone under her hips as he set her down; kissing her as if he wanted every breath she had for his own.
She moaned as his hands skimmed her thighs an
