Colorblind (Moonlight) by Violette Dubrinsky Page A

and maneuvered him under her. Even as his wolf demanded he flip her over again and lock her into position, Leon resisted, knowing she needed this. She placed her palms on both sides of his head and began to work her body against his as she stared into his heated eyes. One of his hands slid to her buttocks as he urged her on. When his swollen base pushed against her, she clutched the sheets and bit her lip but her hips still rocked down on his.
    Mine…
    Leon heard the affirmation in her head almost as clearly as if she’d screamed it aloud. Her head lowered and he felt her soft lips caress his shoulder moments before her sharp teeth sank into his shoulder.
    A growl left his lips and his hand buried in her nape, holding her in place. She was staking her claim, marking him.
    She came again when he lodged inside her, and Leon was powerless to stop his orgasm once hers began.
    “I’m sorry,” Penny whispered, still joined intimately to Leon. Her eyes were drawn to the two bold puncture wounds on his flawless skin, each oozing a single, fat droplet of blood. She was shocked and horrified at her behavior.
    Oh God, I attacked him .
    She’d known what she was doing, but it was as if something else had taken over, and she was powerless to intervene. She’d been…possessed. She’d known that he was going to the gala, and had decided to wait up for him instead of going to bed. She’d taken the free time in his room to walk around, to sniff at his shirts, to stare at the small portraits he kept of his family, and then she’d heard the sound of feet on the ground below, and had easily divested herself of her gown and gotten under the covers for him. She’d intended seduction, but the moment he’d entered the room, she’d caught the scent of another female, and had thought of little else save removing that scent from his body.
    The hand at her nape stroked reassuringly, but she shook her head and repeated, “Oh God, Leon. I’m sorry.” She inhaled deeply. “I don’t know what came—”
    His answer was to pull her head down. As his lips captured the rest of her words, she moaned in both pleasure and sorrow.
    When he released her, she pulled away and stared at him.
    A half-smile curved his lips, and his expression was one of adoration. You are beautiful.
    Frowning in confusion, she shook her head.
    Don’t apologize for what is natural to us, ma louve .
    She eyed the puncture wounds again, shocked to find they were no more than two red dots, reminiscent of mosquito bites.
    I attacked you, Leon. That is not natural.
    At that moment, he slipped from her body, and Penny made an attempt to scramble away from him. She was disgusted with herself. As if knowing what she intended, Leon moved with her, coming to rest above her. His body boxed her in, preventing any sudden movements. She avoided his eyes, turning her head and looking at the pale stream of moonlight that slid through the window.
    It is very normal, Penny. I should have known to remove the clothing before I came to you.
    That doesn’t justify it.
    Look into my mind. See for yourself that this is a natural occurrence, especially between new mates.
    Leon, please—I just want to go back—
    His hand settled on her face, and he made her look at him. His eyes had shifted back to their beautiful green, and his expression was both tender and demanding.
    Look into my mind, ma louve . See that I tell no lies.
    She slipped into his mind, if just to get him away so she’d be able to face her shame alone. The images hit her immediately. Various couples with one thing in common: newly mated. One image particularly stood out in her mind, of a man who resembled Leon, tugging a waif-like yet tall and extremely beautiful blonde away from another man and marching her out of a silent, watchful ballroom.
    When she slipped away from his mind, Penny said softly, “Those images show jealousy, Leon, which is natural. Not what I just did.”
    Leon blinked down at her, narrowed his eyes,