Why was the reminder that Anandur was a formidable Guardian so hot?

Wonder felt herself go soft all over, and that included her feminine center that suddenly felt awfully empty and needy.

Was it an instinctive female reaction to a powerful male?

But it shouldn't have affected her like that. Gods knew she didn’t need a male to defend her and was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.

But the thing was, on some level she liked the feeling of being taken care of, especially by Anandur who was not only the perfect male for the job, but who was also acting as if it was his favorite thing to do.

So yeah, he’d overstepped the boundaries by asking Carol to give her a vacation, but that wasn’t really a big deal. Especially since he’d promised not to do it again. Anandur wasn’t a controlling bully.

Anandur was a giver and not a taker.

With a sigh, she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his strong body. Pressing her aching nipples to his chest, she no longer cared that the thin fabrics of the blouse and camisole weren’t enough to conceal the protruding peaks.

If he wasn’t embarrassed about his hard shaft, why should she care about her stiff nipples?

On the contrary, she should let him see and feel that he excited her as much as she excited him.

“Ready for your kiss, love?”

Instead of answering, she stretched up on her toes, lifted her chin, and kissed him.

Anandur’s fangs punched out as soon as her tongue darted into his mouth. Gently, she swirled her tongue around one fang and then around the other, eliciting strangled groans from his throat.

His fingers digging into her butt cheeks, he held her in place as his hips gyrated, rubbing his hardness against her soft mound.

Wonder was so turned on that if at that moment Anandur were to lower her to the ground and pull her clothes off, she would have let him do whatever he pleased with her.

Heck, she would’ve spurred him on.

They were all alone in the dark, with the nearest house over a hundred feet away, and they wanted each other, so why not?

“Touch me,” she whispered. “I’m aching all over.”

Never before had she felt so needy, so hungry for his touch. It was as if with every caress the craving intensified.

“Oh, lass,” he groaned and lifted her up as if she were a dainty little thing and not a hefty female.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Just over to that bench. Don’t worry, I’m not taking you to my place to do all kinds of wicked things to you.”

How disappointing. She was all for him taking her home and doing those wicked things to her. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a virgin and this is only your second kiss. You shouldn’t run before you learn to walk.”

Gods, he was going to tease her to destruction.

As he sat on the bench with her in his lap, his eyes glowing and his fangs elongated, Anandur should have looked scary to her, but he didn’t.

Instead, she only desired him more.

This was what a male of her species looked like when aroused. She knew now that his fangs were meant for delivering pleasure, not harm. Well, to a female. Other males were a different story.

“Are you going to bite me?”

Anandur looked up to the sky as if praying for strength. “You have no idea how much I want to do that. But if I do, I’m going to come in my pants, and it will get very messy.”

“Then do it. Who cares about a little mess?” She was craving his bite just as much as he was craving sinking his fangs into her neck.

Looking at her neck longingly, he started to shake his head, but Wonder was done waiting around for what she needed.

She’d promised herself to follow Anandur’s cues and not push him, but it was obvious that this was what he wanted too. The tether holding him back was nearly unraveled, and he was hanging by the last thread. One little tug and he would succumb.

Pulling her hair to one side, she turned her head to elongate her neck in an unmistakable gesture of offering.

Her only warning was a loud hiss. Wonder closed her eyes, more in anticipation of pleasure than fear of pain.

As his fangs pierced her skin, his large hand closed around one breast, diverting her focus from the burning pain of the twin incision points to the incredible pleasure of being touched intimately for the first time.

Seconds later the pain dissipated, and all she felt was unimaginable bliss. That too didn’t last for more than a few short moments.

As a wave of intense lust washed over her, bringing about a powerful climax that shook her body from top to bottom, the sound that left her throat wasn’t human, and the name she called out wasn’t Esag’s, it was Anandur’s.

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