I saw movement in the shadows.
It came toward me.
I looked up as it formed into a man’s body and when I did I looked into Lahn’s dark eyes.
“No,” I whispered as he kept coming at me.
I lifted a shaky hand, palm up toward him as my eyes drifted down to the woman at my feet. She was out like a light.
She’d depleted her magic bringing me back.
My eyes went back to Lahn to see he was upon me, the hard muscle of his chest at my palm. I took a step back, he moved fast as lightning and I was lifted in his arms.
I arched my back and screamed, “No! ”
“Rayloo, kah rahna fauna,” he whispered, his arms going tight and strong as iron.
I closed my eyes hard and my body went slack in his arms.
“No,” I whispered.
Then we were out of the cham, my ass was on a horse and I felt Lahn immediately swing up behind me.
I opened my eyes to see the Avenue of the Gods in front of me and feel Lahkan under me.
Lahn’s arm got tight around my protruding ribs, he bent me low to Lahkan’s back, he buried his heels in his steed and we shot down the avenue toward Korwahn.
Fuck.
Chapter Thirty-One
The Search
Six weeks later…
Tigresses purred.
I knew this because my now full grown one was lying on her side in bed with me, I had my big belly pressed against her back, my hand was sifting through her soft, thick fur and she was purring.
She was glad her Loolah was home. I knew this not only because of the purring but because she told me.
Suddenly her head came up sharply and she moved quickly to her belly, looking down her body to the door, the purr gone, a low growl in her throat.
I closed my eyes.
Lahn was there.
“Off, beast,” he ordered, she growled a bit more and he clipped,
“Off. ”
She let out another growl, turned her head to look at me, I smiled at her, she blinked her blue eyes and only then did she get up and prowl gracefully off the bed.
I closed my eyes and waited for it.
I didn’t wait long. I never did.
Lahn joined me in bed then he pulled me to his side, shoving his arm under me and holding me close as he reclined on the pillows.
I had no choice but to rest my head on his shoulder so I did. I kept my eyes closed. Then I opened them because his fingers were drawing random patterns on my hip over the silk of my nightgown and that felt better with my eyes closed.
The problem was, I could see his chest when my eyes were open.
So I was screwed either way.
“Kah Lahnahsahna, nahna rahna linas, shalah,” he murmured, My tigress, your golden eyes, please.
I sighed softly, pushed up to my elbow and looked at him.
God, he was gorgeous and I freaking hated that.
He stared in my eyes and said not a word. Then his gaze moved over my face. Then he stared in my eyes again.
Same drill. Every morning. Every single morning every freaking day for six weeks.
“She keeps it locked from me,” he muttered and I blinked.
Hmm. That was new.
