Free Mist Revealed by Nancy Corrigan Page B

from her throat. Her heart raced. She hated the dark.
    “Rune?”
    No answer.
    The window cast a small sliver of light across the room, not enough to see much but it calmed her frantic pulse.
    “The power went out.” She stated the obvious, but she had to say something. The silence threatened to stir her anxiety.
    He didn’t respond.
    A shiver raced down her spine. The cold air Rune had let in chilled her. She rubbed at her arms to warm them. It didn’t help. Her teeth chattered. “Do you have a generator? It’s going to get pretty uncomfortable in here soon.”
    Hands caught her hips from behind. A hard body pressed along her back. And the scent of a crisp autumn day filled her lungs. She relaxed into him. Rune hooked his arms around her waist. She tugged them tighter. The warmth he gave off felt heavenly compared to the icy air fogging her breath.
    “Who was the male you were talking to?”
    “Sam. He’s—”
    “Is he your lover?”
    Not seeing any reason to lie, she answered. “Sometimes. We’re not serious.”
    He buried his face in the crook of her neck. For a long moment, he only breathed slowly. Each exhale heated her body.
    “You won’t touch him again.” He pressed his lips to her ear. “I won’t share you.”
    The stark possessiveness in his voice and words should’ve made her see red. It didn’t. Confusion over why he’d care surfaced instead.
    “Share me? What are you talking about?”
    “Your body, Cat.” He kissed her, right below her ear. Another shiver raced down her spine. Desire fueled it. She was no longer cold. “And your heart, your life, your future. They’re mine.”
    Oh. Dear. God.
    Arousal flowed with his low gravely declaration. Every inch of her body tingled, eager for his touch.
    Hello? Modern woman here. The alpha male attitude should not push me into a state of instant desire. It did, though. She didn’t want to consider what that said about her.
    “Don’t I get a say in this?”
    He clamped his mouth over her neck and nibbled. His teeth scraped her, and a groaned sigh escaped him. He eased back so only his lips brushed her skin.
    “Oh yes. You get the final say. I will never take anything from you that you don’t willingly give.” He covered her lower belly with his spread fingers, then inched them higher. At her waistband, he popped the button, tugged the zipper and shoved her jeans down. “And you offered to feed me.”
    “I did, but you walked—”
    He slipped his hand under her panties and pushed two fingers into her dripping center. Her words turned into a moan.
    “I wasn’t ready to enjoy you before.” He stroked her achy core with slow, controlled thrusts. Her thoughts scattered. “I am now.”
    He withdrew his hand and dragged her pants completely off, leaving her panties. She stood frozen in place, unable to think beyond the desire pulsing through her.
    He dropped to his knees in front of her. The swatch of light from the moon highlighted a section of his face, from the edge of his jaw to his hairline, drawing attention to his eye. The longer she stared, the lighter the color of his eye became, appearing more gray than blue. Beautiful. Like liquid silver. She couldn’t tear her gaze from him.
    He pressed his lips to her thigh. Instead of breaking the trance he’d cast over her, his touch made her hyperaware of what he was doing to her. She waited for him to move. Anticipation built as the seconds ticked by.
    Finally he exhaled, and her pent-up air escaped in a rush. A flick of his tongue, and he worked his way to her knee, licking and nipping her skin, before lifting her leg. She stretched an arm to the side to steady herself. Her hand met the back of the couch. She gripped it while he skimmed his lips to her ankle, then nuzzled against her calf.
    The gentleness of his actions left her weak inside. She didn’t know how to respond. No man had ever touched her with such care. He slid her sock off and placed her foot on the ground, then treated her