Running Wolf by Jenna Kernan

Author:Jenna Kernan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-04-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Raven lifted her head, offering her mouth, and he slanted his over hers. Her lips were soft and warm, her tongue pliant. He pulled her tighter. Running Wolf thrust his tongue over hers, showing her what he meant to do to her, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. Her cry of need muffled.

Did she know what she was doing? Did he? She was a captive, an enemy, and none of it mattered. All that mattered was his need to please her and to make her his own.

But taking her would not protect her. In fact, if any discovered them, it would place her in even more danger. How could he protect her from all the threats she faced? His mother, Spotted Fawn’s inevitable jealousy, Red Hawk, who wanted her dead, and the men in his tribe who wanted her as a common woman.

His need put her at risk. He knew it, and his hand, the one that made her blind with need, stilled. He began to pull away and then she captured him, trapping him and guiding his fingers until they slipped inside her passage. His hands moved, one stroking the sweet slick folds between her legs while the other moved rhythmically inside her. All the while he rocked his hips against her, his erection pressing to her lovely round backside. But he waited, wanting her to know the joys of release.

She rocked faster. He matched the pace she set.

Then from her throat came the low moan. Raven arched against him, while deep inside her body the rolling contraction moved over his questing fingers. The next time she reached the crest of this mountain, he vowed to be inside her.

She went slack in his embrace and he held her, dipping to scoop her up in his arms. His first thought was to run with her, away from his tribe, away from his people.

But that was madness.

Despite what she had told him, that she wanted a man who would look to her needs above all else, he could not be that man. He could not abandon his tribe for a woman. True, he might someday move from his clan to the clan of his wife, but his wife would be Sioux. She must be.

Her breath still rasped, but her body was calm as he held her close.

How could he make Raven Sioux?

He recalled that Spotted Fawn had lost a sister. The baby had been born without a heartbeat. She could adopt Raven, bring her into her family. And if Running Wolf married her, he could also marry the sister of his wife. That way he could protect Raven and he could still make the chief happy, become the next chief himself.

He knew what she wanted, longed for. A man who would look to her needs before his own and before his people.

He could not. But he could protect her.

Raven opened her eyes and reached for him as he slid a knee between her legs. She spread her thighs for him, eager, he thought, for their coupling.

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