Free Savage Possession (Temple of Luna #1) by Moira Rogers Page A

Enjoying some
time with his grandchildren now. My cousins have been quite
prolific.” Magic brushed over him as she settled her hand around
his arm, a softly submissive power that was gentle and eager all at
the same time.
    Every dominant instinct in him suddenly took
far more notice of her. “And what of you? Waiting for a soldier of
your own to return from war?”
    She lifted her free arm with a put-upon
sigh. “You didn’t notice? I’m a novice. Still.”
    He studied the gold bands on her sleeves
with a raised eyebrow. “You must be nearly twenty-one by now,
Avani. What’s holding you back?”
    Her cheeks flushed as she studied the floor.
“I’m twenty-three. But twenty-two is the average age. Some women
just need time to grow into their power.”
    Or they didn’t belong in the Temple, wearing
Luna’s robes. “You’ve not had your first warrior, then.” He
shouldn’t have been so pleased by the realization.
    “ I’ve had my training,” she
retorted, a hint of challenge in that soft voice. “I know how to
gentle a warrior.”
    “ Not one like me.” Rais was
shocked to hear the challenge returned in his own words.
    She stopped in front of a door and turned,
tilting her head back until her gaze met his. “Even a prince is
just a man in the dark. Or do royalty have exotic tastes?”
    He backed her against the
door in a surge of sudden, instinctive movement. “A lesson
unlearned, novice. Warriors aren’t men , especially not in the
dark.”
    As if the scent of her body wasn’t
intoxicating enough, he caught the first hints of arousal as she
sucked in a sharp breath. “You--you know what I meant.”
    “ Do I?” He moved even
closer, his hips pressing against hers. “What do they tell you
about pleasing a warrior?”
    Her body melted into soft
curves and submission, but her eyes sparked with the stubbornness
that ran in her family. “They don’t tell us anything, Rais. Do you think
they sit us down to study books and vids and then send us as a
virgin sacrifice to whatever warrior is to be our
first?”
    Honestly, he’d never given much thought to
the training. “Then what do they
do, Avani?”
    She moved, rocking her hips against his as
her hand came up to rest against his chest. “They sit us down to
study books and vids.” Slim fingers stroked down his chest and he
felt the power inside her swell, hungry for his dominance. “And
when we’re done studying, we go to bed with a trainer, who shows us
what pleasure is and how to give it.”
    The rage that welled in him was stupid--and
unacceptable. “Who’s touched you?” The words escaped in a
growl.
    Avani stared up at him with too-wide brown
eyes filled with a dangerous longing. “You’re touching me.”
    “ No, besides--” Rais bit
off the words with a groan. “You’re impossible.” The only thing to
do was kiss her, so he did, claiming her with a hard, hot fusing of
mouths.
    She wasn’t untouched, that was clear. She
kissed him back, open-mouthed and hungry, but it soon became
painfully obvious why she still wore the robes of a novice.
Everything about her was open and too trusting, especially the
magic that curled around him, urging him to take, to have in any
way he wanted.
    In any way he wanted.
    The warriors would eat her alive.
    Rais broke away, panting. “Shit. I have
to--” He was horrified with himself and his reaction to her. But
more disturbing than that was the thought that, as soon as she’d
earned her white bands, someone could take advantage of that trust.
“I have to go.”
    She blinked at him, her eyes dazed. “I...
You’re going?”
    “ Yes.” He needed to talk to
the high priestess. “Have a good night, Avani.”
    “ Rais.” It was barely a
whisper, and her voice trembled on his name. “Don’t--don’t tell.
I’ll be in so much trouble. I should have found a senior priestess
and left you alone.”
    She’d gladly welcome him into her cunt where
they stood. He could see it in her eyes. “No, no