Free Wolfen Secrets (The Western Werewolf Legend #3) by Catherine Wolffe Page B

labored
breath brought her slowly back to earth, present an awaking of
knowledge in the cardinal. Wishing the lovemaking didn’t have to
end, she traced a sensitive line down his thigh. Blood continued to
throb in his loins. “You still desire pleasure, my lord. I am yours
for the need I see in your eyes. Throwing her head back, she
reveled in the tiny zings of sensation his teeth grazing her skin
awakened. The excitement rippled along her spine. No man had ever
enthralled her like Tyler Loflin did. She craved him like breath.
Another wolf may try to scale the fortress. Failure was his
destiny. No wolf could ever come between them, for he was her mate.
It was written: wolves mated for life.
    “You’re my one and only hunger, Sonja. I find
myself seeking you out like none before or none after. There will
be no one to follow you.”
    “Lieutenant, you stretch the truth in the
throes of passion.” Sonja spoke to lighten the mood as an unnamed
worry constricted her heart. He couldn’t have spoken truer words.
Her own desire raced like molten lava through her body. Glad she
faced away from his eyes, she fought the tears swelling in hers as
she listened to his heartbeat in his chest.
    “You make light of my words? I speak only the
truth. You are mine! I will be only yours.” Ty whispered incoherent
words as he blazed a path along her flesh.
    Giving his chest a squeeze, Sonja rose to
peer into his bronze features. “I don’t doubt your words,
Lieutenant, for I feel them here.” She placed his hand over her
breast. Do you feel my heart beating? You are the reason it
continues to beat. Without you, I would be no more.”
    Reaching up to fist a hand in her hair, Ty
took her mouth in a kiss to seal the commitment. “A pack we’ve
made, like my grandfather’s with his tribe. To live and die for
them as the Great Spirit saw fit.”
    “Please, did you have to speak of dying?
Positive thoughts, Lieutenant, all right?” Her brow furrowed
despite her will to the contrary.
    “What is death if not a part of living? Don’t
you see, Sonja? You and I are bound by a bond stronger than
anything of this world. Destiny has a place for both of us.” He
gathered her close, running his hand down her back. Releasing a
deep sigh, he traced the outline of her hip before massaging the
skin covering her backside. “I am half Choctaw. I understand the
ways of the passage. From this life, we’ll travel to discover our
next existence waiting on the other side. Many nights I’ve sat at
my grandfather’s knee as he recited the story of the journey all
creatures make when they leave this world.” Soon a smile creased
his lips before warming his eyes.
    “I find the description of life after death
or when we leave this world fascinating. Somehow, coming from you,
I accept the inevitable better than I have before. Your peace with
the whole concept of death and dying is amazing. I want to
understand.”
    “You will, my love. I’ll help you. In the
meantime, though, we should stop lounging the day away.” He grinned
her way before rising. “Why, it’s still daylight outside. We have
shopping to do – there’s a dance coming up on Saturday.”
    He rolled to the bed’s edge before reaching
back. His blue eyes shown with a vibrancy. Sonja’s breath caught in
her throat. No, no ordinary man was this. She took his hand to
rise.
     

Chapter 4 - A Night to Remember
    “Robert,
I have news!” Claudine trailed her taller, elegant companion.
“Robert, did you hear me?”
    Sighing, Robert stopped. The woman wouldn’t
shut up until she had his undivided attention. This latest
companion was grating on his last nerve. “Yes, my darling, I heard
you. What is it?” Snapping the last word off with a temper brewing,
Robert offered her a cool expression, as if he battled with
boredom. The woman could be such a bother at times. So hard to find
good help these days. Not like before the war, when all one had to
do was promise a slave freedom to get