The Moon Witch by Linda Winstead Jones

Author:Linda Winstead Jones
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

MOST MORNINGS THEY woke with the sun and began their journey quickly, but not today. Today was different. Juliet knew she would forever remember today.

She had always been the one of the three Fyne sisters to most easily accept what was meant to be. For so many days and nights she’d been fighting what Ryn swore was destined, but now she could accept that he had been right all along, to some extent. She could not see herself living forever among the Anwyn, a willing slave and wife to a man who wanted her body and her soul.

But this—the wanting and the lying together—was very nice. She would have missed this moment if not for Ryn, for she could not see herself lying with any other man in this way.

She had not bothered to dress last night after she and Ryn had finished coming together on this bearskin bed. He and the fire kept the chill from her body. She still felt no psychic connection with him; the break in the tendril that connected them remained. In an odd sort of way, she missed it. She missed him. But she could not risk the power of joining with him in body and in mind.

He slept still, long after the sun had risen in the sky. Juliet found she was in no hurry to rush to an unknown city filled with strangers and a destiny she had not yet accepted and might never accept. But this moment was a good one. It was warm and alive and special.

She laid her hand on Ryn’s chest. His body was lovely and hard and not quite as warm as she had thought in those first days. She traced a muscle with her thumb. Yes, he was a fine specimen of manhood, and at the moment he was hers. She raked her hand upward and touched his throat with the back of her hand, and his eyes fluttered open slowly. She didn’t move her hand away, but traced her fingers over his jaw. She didn’t have to worry about abrasive morning stubble, since no hair grew on his cheeks or his jaw. It was smooth and hard and finely shaped. He was beautiful in the morning light.

“We slept late,” he said simply.

“Yes, we did.”

“Our laziness will delay our arrival in The City.”

“Is that a problem?”

For a moment he was quiet, and then he said, “No. It is not a problem at all.”

Since he did not seem to mind the way her hand explored his face and neck, she allowed the other hand to caress one hip. He watched her as she learned his curves and found the tender places on his body where the softest touch aroused him.

Her hand looked pale against his sun-bronzed skin. It looked soft and dainty against the muscles that rippled through his body. She remembered what he said about her being soft and him being hard. She had not known that gentleness combined with harshness could create something so wonderful.

Ryn

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