Lured (The Brazil Werewolf Series Book 4) by Amanda K. Dudley-Penn Page A

fear from me.  He nipped my lip as his manhood found my entrance. 
    I tensed and he stopped to gaze down into my eyes, “I realize this part will hurt,” he whispered as he caressed my face, “I can’t do anything about that but I promise I will make it up to you.”
    I smiled but I was sure that the fear was still resting in my face as I nodded.  He eased into me, inch by inch, filling me up with him.  He stopped at the barrier that marked my innocence. 
    “I love you,” he whispered as he stared into my eyes.
    “I love you too,” I said as he broke through the barrier. I winced as tear fell down my cheek. 
    He stared down into my eyes, “I’m sorry,” he said, swallowing as his eyes touched the tear, “It will be the last tear of pain shed for me.”
    I touched his face, “Make love to me,” I said and he leaned forward and kissed me. 
    He moved within me slowly at first but moving faster and faster.  The scent of him, the feel of him began to build and I met him thrust for thrust as pleasure mixed with pain and I began to reach for something I could not understand.  A moan broke from between my lips as I had the insane need to bite him to bring his blood and allow him to do the same to me. 
    His eyes widened as he stared down at me, his eyes the eyes of a werewolf.  He leaned forward, giving me access to his neck…Giving me the choice.  I couldn’t help it…I didn’t want to help it as I kissed the juncture between his shoulder and his neck.  The sweat of his skin drove me closer to that need.  I licked my lips no longer afraid of the bond because I wanted to be bonded to him.  I wanted to be his in every way and I wanted him to be mine.  I bared my teeth and then sank them into his neck. 
    The taste of his blood filled my mouth and I moaned as my body exploded.  A moment later I heard him groan as he emptied himself into me.  I pulled from him and he stared at me with a smile on his face.  He kissed me passionately before he laid beside me. 
    “You are finally mine,” he said. 
    I smiled, “And you are mine.”
    I heard one word before I drifted off to sleep, “Always.”

Chapter Thirteen
Eva
    I awoke warm and safe in Tamas’ arms.   His fingers moved up and down my spine in lazy circles as he kissed the top of my head.  I smiled and sighed contented as I gazed up at him amazed that he was husband and in awe that he loved me as much as I loved him. 
    “Good morning, Beautiful,” he said reaching up with his other hand and caressing my cheek.  A slow, sexy smile stretched across his face. 
    “Good morning,” I said, staring into his eyes.  
    His fingers moved to my shoulder, stopping at my scar.  I tensed wanting to move away.  I realized how ugly the mark was and I wanted to hide it so he was unable to see how horrible it really was but he shook his head. 
    “Don’t move,” he whispered as he moved his hand over the scar. I winced as the silence stretched for a few minutes.
    I swallowed over the lump in my throat as I waited for him to say something.  When he didn’t, my heart sank, “It’s ugly, isn’t it?” I asked and bit my lip as I waited for his answer. 
    “Not if it’s on you,” he said, softly before gazing into my eyes, “I just wonder how you got it.  Eva said it was her mark.  How did she give it to you?”
    “When Jaelle was pulled from the window, I was trying to jerk her back into our home and away from the wolf,” I said as my lip trembled with the memory, “This resulted in the only way Eva could make me let her go.”
    His brows rose as his eyes lit with what appeared to be pride, “You were nine, right?”
    I shook my head, “Eight,” I whispered, sadly.
    “I don’t understand why you view your scar as ugly.  It’s a symbol you were brave and were willing to give your life for those you love,” he said and then, pulled me to him and kissed me before whispering against my lips, “You still are.”
    I pulled back and