Charlotte Boyett-Compo- Wyndsheer by Unknown Page B

the scrape from the Guardian’s nail and reminding himself to disinfectant the shallow wound just to be on the safe side.
    For a moment he stood outside the cabin and looked in the window. His woman was sleeping, the low light from the lantern casting its soft glow upon her beautiful face. Easing the door open he went and as quietly as he could began to undress. Though he would have liked to have submerged himself in a hot, cleansing bath, he did not want to waken her so he made do with a quick washing off and a splash of peroxide in his palm before going to their bed.
    She sighed when he eased the covers up and slid beneath them, careful not to disturb her. Lying on her side with her hands tucked beneath the pillow, her knees drawn up in a fetal position, she looked so young, so vulnerable. He turned on his side to face her--aching to reach out and trace her cheek with his fingertips--but he kept his hands to himself. He would content himself just to watch her, to study every nuance of her features from the spiky sweep of her lashes to the soft lips to the slight cleft in her pretty little chin.
    “T’een yn teiy.”
    The soft, respectful words drifted through his head and he knew the Guardian was seeing what he saw. It was an intrusion of sorts--this telling him his woman was stunning--but then the next words came to let him know the creature had pulled out of his mind, that it would be there only if it was needed-- “ B eeyn cooinaghtyn ort.” I will be with you in spirit.
    Jamie drew in a long, slow breath, exhaled quietly and closed his eyes, taking with him into slumber the lovely face of his mate and the comforting presence of a new friend.
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    He smiled.
    Her fingers slid warmly over his flesh.
    He opened his eyes.
    She tightened her hand around him.
    “All is well?” she asked as she rubbed her thumb across the tip of his cock.
    “That ends well,” he replied.
    “Good.”
    She released him and pushed the covers down to the foot of the bed with her toes then wiggled down and over his right leg, settling between his legs, nudging his thighs farther apart with her shoulders. With her gaze holding his, she covered his corona lightly with her wet lips as she encased his shaft firmly in her hand, letting his flesh slide slowly against her palm. Twisting her head from side to side, she kept her moist mouth locked on his cock head.
    “God,” he breathed and buried his hands in her hair.
    Slowly and with deliberate care she laved him, flicked her tongue across his tip and into the salty slit. She caressed his balls and licked him from the underside of his sac to the tip of his knob then swirled her tongue around and around the oozing head.
    “Oh, baby.” His moan accompanied the jerking of his hips as his fingers dug into her scalp.
    Her mouth was so hot around him, her tongue a deliciously wielded weapon that had him at its mercy. He was afraid he would scratch her, pull her hair, so he slammed his hands to the headboard and gripped it, straining as his legs began to quiver, his heels digging into the mattress.
    She was relentless with her suckling as she drew him deep into her mouth. The pressure, the vacuum was so intense, so firm that he was beyond knowing anything except the pleasure of her lips and tongue. When he came, she swallowed him in smooth little strokes that made him growl with delight. And when he looked down at her, she swiped her tongue across her lips as though the taste of him had satisfied some deep need within her.
    “I love you,” he said and the words shocked him even as he said them, for he knew them to be true.
    She smiled. “And I am falling in love with you,” she replied, then slid up him.
    He gathered her into his arms and felt his heart swelling as she laid her head on his shoulder--so trusting, so innocent, expecting him not to hurt her in any way. One slender finger twirled a curl of chest hair as her warm breath blew across his flesh, one shapely leg crooked at the knee