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I press my lips to hers over and over, wanting more, but afraid to ask for it and scare her away. But when her tongue licks the seam of my mouth, I can’t hold back anymore. My hand on her waist wraps around her back and one of her hands loop around my neck and the other around my back as I press my tongue into her mouth. I have no idea what I’m doing, but her tongue strokes mine and I mimic the movements until I incite a groan from her.Realizing she likes it when I take control, I use my thumb under her chin to tilt her head at the angle I want, letting me fully devour her. Fuck, she tastes like candy. No wonder Indy claimed this woman, she was amazing. I wonder how long it took him to convince her to marry him. A woman like her could have anyone she wanted.
Finally, we manage to come up for air and I find myself panting heavily as I study her face.
“Angel, do you think you can ever forgive me?” I ask, afraid to know the answer.
“Tell me my name and I will.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
APOLLO
Iwatch in confusion as she smirks and turns, heading back towards the pond and cave. After a few moments, I jog after her.
“What do you mean? Your name’s Angel,” I tell her, as if she doesn’t know her own name.
She doesn’t stop, just speaks to me over her shoulder, “Noooo, you call me Angel, but it’s not my name.”
“I don’t understand,” I tell her in confusion.
This time she stops and spins to face me, hands on her hips. She doesn’t seem angry, maybe a little disappointed though? “Apollo, do you seriously think that’s my name?”
“Yes?” She rolls her eyes and turns, but I grab her wrist and spin her to face me again. “Wait, let me explain. From the first moment I saw you, laying in the desert, practically dying, it was as if you had just fallen from heaven, for me, my little Angel. It’s what I’ve been calling you in my head ever since. You’re like this beautiful little creature, too heavenly for me to get close to. And even though I know you must have another name, you’ll always be my little Angel, you see?” I ask, pulling her closer until I can wrap my arms around her again.
“I forgive you,” she whispers, making my eyebrows raise in surprise before she presses her lips to mine. I can’t get enough of her, and as long as she lets me keep kissing her, I would. What would my brother think? Would he be happy to know we’re gettingalong?
I feel the rain start to ease off and I pull back as we both tilt our damp faces to the sky. When she looks at me, I smile, taking her hand gently in mine as we head back to the cave.
“I have some dry clothes here you can wear,” I tell her, pointing to a pile of clothes. Together we dig through and find her another one of my tunics to wear and pants and a tunic for me. I expect her to turn her back to me as she changes, but she just pulls the wet tunic straight over her head and lets it fall to the ground with a wet plop. I stare at her body, trying to swallow through the dryness in my mouth. Her breasts look the perfect size to fit in my hands and I find my fists clenching at the thought. Her pussy is covered by short red hair, a bit darker than the mass of wet waves falling from her head.
She just stands there, letting me ogle her. I want to touch her so badly, but I don’t deserve that, at least not yet. So instead I ask, “Can I braid your hair for you?”
I see the small beat of confusion on her face before she smiles. “That would be nice, thank you.” She grabs the dry tunic and pulls it over her head before going to sit at the end of the bed, watching me curiously.
The way she’s looking at me, it’s like she’s daring me to strip for her.If she can do it, so can I, right?I pull my shirt off, knowing she saw my chest and scars last night. And as my wet pants and underwear stick together, I pull them down as one, watching her face intently. I can tell the moment she sees my cock, her eyes widening slightly as she licks her lips. I stand up tall and can’t help but run my hand up my rigid cock. Watching her strip made me hard. And as I see her swallow nervously, I take pity on her by grabbing my dry clothes and quickly redressing.
She seems to shake herself out of the haze she was in as I grab a brush and sit behind her, gently brushing out her hair. Seeing her reaction to my body has my mind reeling. I’m pretty sureshe liked what she saw, I don’t think it was fear in her eyes.
After a few minutes of heated silence, I decide it’s a good time to get to know her better.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Did Indy bond with other lonelings before he met you? It’s just, before, you mentioned mates, as in plural, a few times.”
“Oh, no, he was on his own when I met him. I have three mates, including Indy, and I met each of them individually. He was the third to join. I met Ryker first. He’s a skyreacher trainer, and we met when I tried to take off on one and he jumped on behind me. Braxton I met when the bird dumped us at the top of his snowy mountain.”
“How did you meet my brother?” I ask curiously.
“He saved me when I was trying to pet a bullicorn, and helped me find Ryker and Braxton, not before we were ambushed by bandits, and he and the masked man saved me.”
“What’s a bullicorn? And where were your first two mates when all this was happening?”
“We got separated when I fell down the mountain.”
I pause in my movements.Did I hear her right?“Did you just say you fell down a mountain?”
“Yeah, it was an accident, I was just so excited we weren’t stuck inside that mountain anymore. After the avalanche trapped the three of us in there, I was feeling rather claustrophobic.”
