An Undying Love by Janet MacDonald Page A

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how long Dante had been gone, but as she lay on his bed surrounded by his
scent, her wolf ached for him. It was such a confusing thing. They weren’t mated.
She shouldn’t feel this way, she kept telling herself. It didn’t abate the
urges coursing over her. A far off rumble of thunder caused her to jump, and
that quelled the feeling. A bright flash of lightning illuminated the room, and
fear gripped her. Anya was terrified of thunder and lightning and had been ever
since she was a small child.
    Anya curled up
into the warmth of the blankets and pulled the pillows close. This was going to
be a very long night, she thought as another clap of thunder echoed outside.
This time it seemed closer. Softly she sang to herself. It was a lullaby her
brother used to sing to her when there was a storm. Slowly she murmured the
words, her voice warbling as she began to drift off to sleep.
    Dante sat on her
bed as the sun peeked through the windows of her bedroom. The array of stuffed
animals had seemed to have multiplied. She almost felt suffocated in the sea of
them surrounding her. Strange, she thought. She wasn’t sure how she’d gotten there
or why he would be in her bedroom.
     “Hey there, you
were having a nightmare,” he whispered ever so softly. He reached out and lightly
stroked her hair. Somehow he’d gotten into her home, passed her brother and
Kari. It was strange, but it felt as if he belonged there with her.
     “You want to
talk about it?” he asked.
    “I don’t think I
can remember it,” Anya told him. “Where are Mitch and Kari?”
    “They went into
town.” He moved closer. The stuffed animals he pushed out of his way and they soundlessly
toppled onto the floor.
    “The storm passed?”
she asked, knowing there had been one last night.
    He looked at her
and ran his fingers down the length of her hair. “Yes, it has,” he whispered as
he leaned over and slid his hand behind her neck.
    He pulled her
face toward his and kissed her passionately. Anya trembled all over as his free
hand caressed her left arm and then slid down to her waist before slowly finding
its way back up to her chest under her nightshirt. He traced all around her breast
and then his fingers found her hard nipple. She moaned into his mouth as he
rolled it between his finger and thumb.
    Anya reached out
to touch his face with one hand while her other slid up under his shirt. With
shaky fingers, she traced the outline of every muscle. His skin felt warm to
the touch, and he smelled so good. He pulled away from her lips and kissed her
jaw line. Slowly his lips trailed down the side of her throat. His tongue slid
along her flesh sending shivers of delight through her body.
    Anya slid her
hand down the front of his chest over his stomach and down to the edge of his
jeans. As one of his hands found its way between her legs, her breathing got
heavier. She moaned out Dante’s name as he brought her close to ecstasy. He was
the one, her true mate, and her wolf rejoiced with their union.
    Anya woke up
suddenly with the feeling of being watched. She opened her eyes ever so
slightly and saw there was a low glow still emanating from the oil lamp. It was
casting just enough light to be able to dimly see by. She’d kicked the covers
off herself sometime during the night. The oversized shirt she’d worn to bed
had ridden up to just below her breasts.
    Through
partially closed eyes, she saw Dante lying beside her in the bed. He was wide
awake on his side, and he seemed to be watching her sleep, a smile playing on
his lips. Anya’s whole body flushed as she remembered her dream. She rolled
over and grabbed for the blankets with her eyes shut and pulled them over
herself. She lay there praying he thought she was still asleep, and that she
hadn’t talked or moaned anything while she’d been dreaming of having sex with
him.
     
    * * * *
     
    Dante woke up
after a very restless night and felt a warm body snuggled up close to him. He
opened his eyes