veins throbbed with renewed energy. Power. Life-force. Pumped through him with every heartbeat. Each breath added to the plethora of commotion within him. Every moment sent another burst of renewed sensation. His thighs felt the fire next. His buttocks.
And then his groin.
Anso sucked in a breath with the shock and marvel. He was stirring! His rod elongating. Growing hard and thick against the obstruction of leather trousers. And he felt every bit of it!
Oh!
He needed to get her to his castle.
Rip off clothing.
Find a bed.
Forget a bed . He had tables. Sofas. Carpet-strewn floors...
Anso’s concentration vanished. He lost all bearing on what he was doing. They lost elevation with a belly-afflicting drop. His canines erupted to their full length and piercing sharpness. But then an obstruction loomed out through the night, became a rooftop. Anso glanced off a chimney, caught the fall with bent legs, and halted there for a bit to get his bearings. Regain focus. Assemble his thoughts. And work at control. The entire time, the leather pants pinched his erection. Almost paining.
And he’d felt that, too!
Anso shoved his head back and sent a cry of absolute joy into the night about them. He couldn’t halt it. This was too incredible! Unbelievably astonishing! And beyond wondrous.
He leapt back into the sky. Leah didn’t react. There was no question as to why. He knew. She was under his thrall. He hadn’t wanted to use his powers, but she’d left him little choice. What he’d been experiencing was beyond comprehension or containment. Now that he had her in his arms, the sensations went beyond that. They approached a level he could barely conceive. Or control.
And she wanted him to leave her?
Wait an entire day?
Never.
The tops of trees came into view. A rock face loomed from the mist-filled dark next. Anso flew upward along it. His heart racing. His pulse joining in.
And...finally!
He overshot the tower, skidded to a stop against the cliff face. A spin put his shoulder in position to take the brunt of landing. A scrape opened on his skin. He barely felt it. Everything was too attuned to one thing. The woman in his arms. His mate. His clumsiness had jostled her slightly. Anso pulled her close. Held her tight. She was the perfect heft in his arms. Solid. Womanly. He took a deep breath of her particular vanilla-imbued scent. He rocked in place. And silently cursed his clumsiness.
He might have hurt her.
And that would be unforgiveable.
Her head shifted. Fragrant hair brushed his chin. That small event sent a surge of lightning through him. Anso tightened his belly. Thighs. Arms. All, in an effort to control the scope of reaction. Curb unbelievable force. Tamp down desire and urge. Massive need. Everything on him was alerted. Primed. And desperate.
There wasn’t any light source on the balcony. He could still see. Much too easily. She was so beautiful! Her eyes were large, light-colored, surrounded by soot-shaded eyelashes. Her incredibly plump, red-toned lips were pursed, as if begging a kiss. Her breath came in heaves, each one lifting and displaying a bosom that demanded attention. Anso glanced down. Jerked his gaze back up. Stifled any response with clenched teeth that sliced into his lower lip. He locked his muscles tighter next, sending tremors through them.
Despite his efforts, the groan slipped past his lips. He lowered his chin. Sought her gaze and locked to it. Concentrated. Sent mesmeric power in waves that were nearly visible. She regarded him for several long moments. Their hearts thumped in tandem. Each breath matched. And his shaking intensified until his boot heels clicked audibly against stone.
“Well. This is...unexpected.”
Unexpected?
That was her word for this? He was dealing with a morass of emotion that threatened to unman him, and she was immune? What had happened to his enthralling powers? And then he knew. They needed light. He couldn’t connect with her unless they locked