Lycan's Promise: Book 3 by Chandler Dee Page B

Sanda
caught another with of his scent, warm and spicy like the sap that
rose in pine trees every spring. She pulled her cloak around
herself and went outside once more, drawing in air until she caught
another whiff of her mate. The air almost felt warm, so recently
had he passed by the front entrance of their cottage. She followed
it around other scents that she barely paid attention to in the
past few weeks. As soon as Sanda had realized her sense of smell
improved along with her sense of sight and hearing she'd pushed it
to the back of her mind. Using this perception again was a novel
experience.
    It was slow going. Sanda didn't have much
experience tracking with her nose. She got lost a few times before
getting back on the trail of her mate. It led out of the village
and along a well-traveled mountain path. In the distance she could
hear the rushing of river water. She didn't have to use her nose
anymore to know which way to go, but it was nice to know that she
was following the exact trail he left behind for her.
    After several minutes, Sanda came out of the
woods where the path met the river. She turned upstream and walked
a short distance knowing exactly what condition she'd find Beryx
in. Her breath quickened and her body warmed in anticipation.
    Sanda finally found Beryx washing in the
water. She quickened her pace and started pulling the ties loose on
her cloak to remove it. The rest of her clothes came off quickly
and were set in a small pile next to her mate’s cloak. Back to her,
he scrubbed himself with clean sand. She could see the harsh red
mark on his upper shoulder from the gunshot he received weeks ago.
It still wasn't fully healed. Familiar lean muscles drew the eye
down to firm butt and thighs glistening with water. Despite the
scarring, Beryx was a fine man.
    She eased into the water moving slowly and
carefully to creep up on him. She stopped within pouncing distance,
caught up in whether or not to surprise him. Sanda didn’t want to
make his wounds any worse. Just when she made up her mind to call
out his name, he caught her off guard by turning around with a
roar. Sanda screamed as he snatched her round the waist.
    “You’ll have to be quieter than that if you
want to sneak up on me,” he laughed lightly in her ear.
    “I, you tricked me,” she pouted. Sanda’s
hands roved over his chest and shoulders, automatically checking
the state of his wounds. She watched his eyes for any hint of pain
or the slightest wince. He smiled fully, as if trying to reassure
her that everything was as it should be with him.
    “Yes I did,” Beryx said. He nuzzled the soft
skin underneath Sanda’s ear. “Now, I have a lovely prize.”
    Sanda grumbled halfheartedly. His lips
trailed down her neck and his teeth nipped at skin above her
collarbone. She knew she ought to correct him, tell him she wasn’t
some trophy to be won at the end of the day, but Beryx was doing
wonderful things to her neck with his tongue. She let it go along
with her worries about his wound. Sanda arched into him with
pleasure while his soft, wet tongue traced the contours of her
neck, collarbone, and shoulder.
    He moved down her chest to bury his face
between her peaked breasts, humming softly with each slow deep
breath. Sanda’s hands came to rest on the top of his head,
threading fingers through wavy locks. She smiled as he placed a
suckling kiss on the base of one breast, and then turned to do the
same to the other. By turns, he placed opposing marks on each side
of his chest working his way up to the aureoles, and then her erect
nipples.
    The contact had Sanda sinking into the cool
river water up to her chest. She shivered as the water rushed over
one newly exposed nipple and the sharp, erotic sensation was
contrasted by the sudden heat of Beryx’s mouth on her other
breast.
    He lingered there, occasionally nipping at
her skin to elicit a gasp or two. Sanda pulled on his hair to bring
Beryx up to her for a throat deep kiss. Their