Chapter 11

Her body was still humming from her release, every nerve sensitive and sparking with the pleasure he’d given her. Likewise, her heart was still light, dancing with the knowledge that Kira had been right.

With Evander, there was no shame at being seen. Her scars didn’t make him turn away. Instead, she could feel his pride and his love for her, that he genuinely appreciated every mark as a badge of honor and courage.

His touch was beyond anything she’d ever expected, and every press of his lips brought heat and growing desire. But even as she came apart around his mouth, even as she regained her senses from the shock of her release, she was conscious of a desire for more.

She was conscious of the hot, hard length of him, conscious that he’d not taken his pleasure from her, for all he’d given her. She reached out and stopped him as he started to back away. “Dinnae stop. I want tae feel all o’ ye.”

Evander stilled. “I…” His voice was a low, husky sound, like a groan. “May, I dinnae want tae ruin ye.”

“It doesnae matter. I dinnae want tae be with anyone other than ye.” That was truth. “I’ll never love another man, so I’ve nae wish tae be loved by another man either. I want ye.”

She shifted her leg so her knee slid against his manhood, and he made an incoherent noise in the back of his throat.

Evander rolled them both, so she was on her back, one knee between her legs as he bent over her. “There’s nae going back. Ye’ll belong tae me, forever.”

“I ken.” She didn’t bother to remind him that she already did, as far as she was concerned. Now that she knew he loved her, and she loved him, there was no way she could ever go to another. She arched her hips to press against his in silent invitation, gasping a little as sparks danced through her still-sensitive skin.

Evander growled, low and primal as he bent to claim her lips in a strong, almost bruising kiss that left her light-headed. “Open yerself tae me.”

She obeyed without question, spreading her thighs to leave herself vulnerable to him. Her thighs felt damp, and she couldn’t tell if it was from her previous release or renewed arousal.

Evander bent his head, his breath ghosting over her sex. “Ye smell so good. The scent o’ ye is likely tae drive me mad.”

He kissed his way up her body, muttering as his fingers traced over her sex. “Ye feel so wet, so hot and ready fer me. Dae ye ken how much that can affect a man? Tae have a woman so willing and waiting fer him? And yer skin is so soft...’tis like stroking silk and velvet.”

A finger slid inside her as his tongue teased her breast, and she cried out and arched into his touch as lightning danced through her from both his mouth and his hand. “So responsive. I love how I can ken everything ye feel, just by the way ye move against me.”

His finger stroked her again, pressing deeper than his tongue as he caressed her inner walls. “Ye’re so tight. Relax fer me, May. Let me feel ye.”

There was heat building inside her, faster than before, driven by his hand stretching her opening and his mouth teasing her breasts. She gasped and spread her legs a little wider, trying to relax as he said.

She felt his manhood pressing her entrance, pushing slowly past the lips of her sex, and welcomed the thick, hard weight of him as the tip slid slowly into her core.

She felt her body stretching to accommodate his girth, felt the burn translating into pleasure as he pressed inside her. Both of them felt the moment he met the resistance of her maidenhead. Evander paused, then bent to whisper to her. “Bear with me, May.”

His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that seemed to sear through her, swallowing her soft cry as he thrust forward and breached the barrier. There was a moment of pain, which vanished into the heat that was building within her.

Finally, Evander was sheathed inside her. She felt him, penetrating her to the core, both of them panting for breath as he paused to let her adjust. Then he drew back and thrust again, burying himself into her body and setting up a firm, steady rhythm in time with his breaths and the words that seemed to escape him without thought.

“Ye’re so tight, and hot. ‘Tis like being sheathed in velvet and wrapped in a glove. I can feel every move ye make. Did ye ken how wild ye make me?”

His head bent, his whispers hoarse in her ear as he continued to thrust, firm and deep. “Ye drive me mad. From the moment I saw ye, soaked and standing in the entrance hall… I’ve wanted tae feel ye beneath me since I was a boy. Ye dinnae ken how many nights I’ve laid awake, imagining the feel o’ ye.

“The scent o’ yer hair... the feel o’ yer skin… the way ye’d respond tae me... the sounds ye’d make…” Every whisper was punctuated by a thrust, so deep she could feel his bollocks against her buttocks as he buried himself to the hilt with every push.

“I couldnae bear tae think o’ another in yer bed.” His pace grew stronger, and she could feel the quivering of the muscles in his arms and shoulders, which she clung to as their bodies moved together.

“Ye’re mine now, May.”

“I’ve always been.” She could barely form the word, and was glad it required no thought. The fire was consuming her again, spiraling higher than it had before, taking her with it as every thrust built the inferno within her.

Higher and higher, and she felt like she was burning away in a haze of pleasure and heat. Then Evander raised his head and bit lightly at her shoulder, on one of the wolf scars. The sudden sensation sent her over the edge.

Pleasure and heat crashed over her like a wave and she arched against Evander with a cry. She felt his hips stutter as the walls of her core convulsed and clenched around him. Then he grunted, a low sound as his body stiffened and his release took him. She felt his seed spurting inside her, and another shock of pleasure rolled through her and stole her breath and her senses away.

The last thing she was aware of, as pleasure passed into darkness and a pleasant lassitude that beckoned her to sleep was Evander’s voice. “Ye’re mine now, May MacPherson.”

The words, and a momentary sense of sadness for the impossibility of them, followed her into her dreams.