Desire Untamed (Feral Warriors #1)(51)

He tried to keep his hands still, tried to keep from touching her, and failed. So he rubbed her back, his hand shaking.

Kara's low moans increased, and she lifted her leg over his, her knee just millimeters from his swollen erection. Instinctively, his hand shot out and captured that slender thigh. His fingers curled around the soft flesh, driving his need a hundred times higher. He wasn't even sure why he'd caught it. To push it down, or pull it closer? Or, perhaps, to reach for what lay beneath.

With a groan, he tipped his head back, fighting to stay in control. The only sane thing to do was to get up and leave her.

He'd left sanity behind the moment he'd pulled her into his arms.

Kara made a soft sound of need and pressed her leg tighter against his, pushing her hips into him as if seeking relief.

"Lyon." The soft, breathiness of her voice nearly undid him.

"You're awake."

"I was dreaming about you." She sounded like she was still half-dreaming, her voice sexy as hell.

His fingers spasmed, digging into her thigh.

"This was a good dream." Her hips pressed against his side. Heaven help him, she was rubbing herself against him. "An amazing dream."

"Kara." His hand slid up the long, smooth length of her thigh. Shaking. Needing. His fingers moved closer to her heat. One reached, stroking her own engorged flesh, brushing her wetness.

She sucked in a breath. "Lyon."

Beneath that scrap of nightgown, she was bare and wet, and wanting. Needing him.

And he could not take her.

But neither could he find the strength to move away.

Her fingers splayed across his chest, digging into his shirt, shaking as badly as his hands were.

"Put your fingers in me."

"I can't."

"You can. So close." The air was so heavy with her arousal it nearly sent him over the edge.

He gave in to the moment's weakness and stroked her wet folds again, drawing a gasp of such longing from her he knew he had to stop now, or he was going to finish. His entire body was shaking with the need to take her, to pin her to the mattress and drive himself into that wet heat.

"Lyon, please."

"No, Kara."

But her own control had been lost somewhere in her dreams. He felt her hips rise off the bed, felt her leg lift to straddle him. If he let her continue, let her press that wet heat against his erection, it was all over.

With Herculean effort, he forced himself to push her leg away, pressing her to the bed to keep her from trying to ride him again.

"Lyon."

"No, Kara." A funny ridge of bone deep within the fleshy part of her hip teased his fingertips. His finger moved, tracing the ridge. A perfect circle.

Shock vibrated through his body.

A circle. Embedded in her hip.

A Mage cantric.

His lungs collapsed. His heart shattered.

Kara was Mage.

Kara was Mage.

Kara was Mage.

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Chapter Fifteen

Kara froze at the low sound of agony that tore from Lyon's throat.

She felt his body go taut, felt a deep rumble rise from his chest in a sound that held the jagged edge of rage.

"You bitch."

"Lyon?" Kara's arousal cooled, her head ringing with confusion. "What's the matter?"

He moved so quickly, it was almost unnatural. One moment he was lying beside her, the. next he was on his knees, one hand pressing against her back, holding her down, while the fingers of his other hand dug into her rear, hard, in the same place he'd traced seconds before.

"Lyon, what are you doing? That hurts."

But he didn't let up, as if he didn't care. As if he meant to hurt her.

Her heart began to race with uncertainty. With fear.

"Did you think we wouldn't know?" His words were hard as gravel. "Did you think we wouldn't figure it out?" His knee replaced his hand, digging painfully into her back. "How could you, Kara? Damn you."

"Lyon…I don't know what you're talking about. What are you doing?"

"You're Mage."

"No." She gasped. "How could you even… ?"

His hand closed around hers and he yanked it back, forcing her fingers to her own backside.

"Feel this."

He pushed her fingers hard into the flesh of her bu**ocks. Deep beneath the muscle she felt something hard. Bone. It was just her bone!

But as Lyon moved her finger, digging into her flesh she felt the narrow ridge and realized it was circular. No. It wasn't there before. She'd have known, wouldn't she? Would she?

"What game have you been playing?" There was so much anger in his voice. So much pain she wanted to cry.

"Lyon, no. I'm not…" But, Dear God, did she know that? Did she know she wasn't a Mage? Did she know anything about herself?

His knee pressed harder until she could barely breathe. "Lyon…" He killed Mages. He told her he'd killed them. "Lyon, I didn't… I'm not hurting your men. I'm not doing any of this. It's not me."

The sudden shock of pain made her cry out. Her eyes burned with tears as fire followed the circle he'd forced her fingers to trace moments before. A trickle of warm liquid ran down her hip. Blood.