Day Two of the ritual burned hotter than the first.
Claire woke to the feeling of Xander’s mouth between her thighs.
She gasped sharply, back arching off the furs as his tongue dragged slowly through her soaked folds. The heat inside her had intensified overnight — it was no longer just desire. It was a deep, aching need that bordered on pain. Her body felt feverish, hypersensitive, and utterly empty without him.
“Xander…” she moaned, fingers threading through his dark hair.
He growled against her, the vibration sending sparks up her spine. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider as he devoured her with single-minded hunger. The rut had consumed him completely. His eyes glowed when he looked up at her, primal and desperate.
They had barely slept. A few short, exhausted dozes
