Hunter Mourned (Wild Hunt Book 3) by Nancy Corrigan Page B

good draped over his shoulders.
    His cock twitched. He bit his cheek hard to stop the lust from consuming him. That reaction wasn’t appropriate to have in front of Allie or Rhys. It was bad enough Zeph had caught them together. The only saving grace in that situation had been the fact that they’d been clothed.
    He hadn’t even yanked his jeans down. His cock had been free to sink into Rowan’s warmth. That had been good enough. Better than good. Probably the best sex he’d ever experienced, and he hadn’t even undressed her. Worshiped her. Memorized every inch of her.
    Gotten to see her lips stretched wide around his cock.
    “Well?” Rowan moved closer, dangerously close.
    Her scent wrapped around him. Aroused him. He inhaled deeply, drugging himself on her personal fragrance while berating himself. There were more important things to deal with than what Rowan did to his peace of mind and his body. Too bad he couldn’t focus on them.
    “It’s a surprise.” More like a present.
    “Really?” A mischievous glint sparked in her eyes, brightening the green color. “Is it for me?”
    “Yeah.” He shoved his hands in his pockets to avoid reaching for her hand. “It’s for you.”
    She waved him forward. “Then lead the way.”

 
    C HAPTER N INE
    Guilt churned Rowan’s gut. Trevor’s hands on her hips had caused the roiling in her stomach. He’d triggered a memory with the simple gesture. Kai had often greeted her the same way, especially around her brothers. Kissing her or engaging in other public displays of affection wasn’t respectful. Her siblings didn’t have anyone to love them. That had been Kai’s rationale for the simple sign of his love. She’d treasured it as much as she had cherished the passionate nights they’d shared.
    With Trevor’s gaze on her and his palms resting on her hips, she’d been transported back in time, not to when Kai had lived but to the previous night in Trevor’s arms. Need had spiraled through her. Rowan had wanted to press her body against his and feel him. All of him—his body, his heart, his soul. She wanted to wrap him around her and never let Trevor go.
    In that moment, Kai’s memory held no power over her, and that had felt like a betrayal to their love. But was it wrong to have enjoyed the moment with Trevor? Perhaps it was just another step in healing her cracked soul and overcoming the Triad’s challenge.
    “My goddess cried for you.” Alana’s words repeated in Rowan’s head.
    Minerva’s sacrifice in the name of love ensured soul mates found each other again. If Trevor was hers, then wanting him wasn’t wrong, not emotionally or physically. Neither was letting Trevor rewrite those memories she’d cherished for over a millennium. Why mourn the events of one lifetime when she had the chance to pick up where they had left off—happy and in love.
    She cut a quick glance at Trevor. Hands shoved deep in his pockets as if he were trying not to hold her, he walked beside her. He hadn’t spoken since they’d left Rhys and Allie behind. She didn’t mind the silence. It had given her time to get her emotions in order.
    “Where is this present for me stashed?”
    Gaze straight ahead, he said, “I never said it was a present.”
    “No. You said it was a surprise. For me.” She waited a moment, but he didn’t speak or look at her. “That’s what presents are. Personal surprises.”
    “It’s not like it has your name on it or anything. Anybody can use it.”
    She was dying to know what “it” was, but securing his admission that he’d gotten her something special was more important.
    A scan of the area didn’t offer any clues. She’d familiarized herself with the estate’s property and knew they were headed toward the greenhouse, but the building was in disrepair. Had he cleaned it for her? If so, he was in for a shock. Her gardening skills were pathetic.
    “But you bought it with me in mind, right?”
    “I didn’t buy you