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“Damn, you’re so fucking hot when you come,” he says, voice all gruff.
I hide my face in his shirt, very aware that I lost control just because of a kiss. Well, no, not just a kiss. That was definitelynotjust a kiss. That was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. How the hell did he make something that should have been so normal, juvenile even, feel so good?
All I know is that we’re definitely doing it again. For the sake of science, of course.
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They’ve moved my little mate’s tent. It’s smashed right up against the other professor’s, the big alpha who always looks like he just ate a lemon. It’s been days since I’ve been able to get at her, because the stupid fucking alpha never sleeps.
Last night, I waited so long for the bastard to turn his light off that I fell asleep behind a bush. My neck is sore, and I've got sand in places it has no business being in. I’ve been irritable all day because of it.
Tonight is shapin’ up to be more of the same. There’s still light glowing inside his tent. Fuck, does no one on this dig sleep?
I should be out scouring the sands with the ground penetrating radar I stole. It’s not like it scans the whole fucking area at once. I gotta walk with it, getting pictures a few feet wide at a time. Can’t exactly do that in broad daylight when everyone is scurrying about like worker ants.
I bet she’d be happy if I found the temple.
But I can’t seem to leave her. Each night, when I should be searching, I find myself right back here. Staring at the shadow her figure makes on the tent wall. Waiting for her to go to sleep so I can visit.
There have been a few times I’ve thought about waking her up or strolling right up to her in the middle of the day and introducing myself. We’re scent matches after all, and she’d know it the second she got a whiff. But what do I have to offer her? I’m not some posh professor. My hands aren’t clean. I’ve scraped and stolen and even killed once or twice.
My mate needs better than that.
So, I’ve got a plan.
Find the temple, steal a few things that will set me up for life, then reveal the temple to her like a fucking courting gift. The temple of Lunara for my goddess mate.
In the meantime, I settle for brief glimpses of her and the faintest puffs of her scent.
Or I would, if the fucking professor would turn his light out and go the fuck to sleep. After waiting another hour, I notice there’re no shifting shadows in his tent. It’s quiet, even though it’s not dark. I bet the fucker is leaving his light on just to mess with me! He’s probably been sound asleep this whole time.
Huh, not such a chump after all, even if he is keeping me from my mate.
They found my knife, and I can appreciate the fact that he’s trying to protect her. I’d do a hell of a lot more if I thought there was anything out here that could hurt her. So I’ll give him a little credit. But, fuck, I hate that he’sgetting in my way, and I really wish I’d figured this out sooner.
Stealthy as a scorpion, I slink closer, holding my breath as I step to the front of her tent and unzip the flap. There’s no stirring from next door, so I quickly duck inside.
Something in my shoulders unwinds the moment I see her. But other parts below my belt tense right up.
How long can I keep waiting? It’s torture to be away from her, but seeing her and not touching her makes my chest cave in.
Like the other nights I managed to sneak into her tent, I sink to my knees by her bed like a worshiper in prayer. I’m no saint, but she could be my salvation.
She’s huddled on the cot tonight, tucked into herself with a soft blanket clutched against her. It weaves from her tiny hands, down through her luscious thighs, and suddenly I’m jealous of a piece of fabric.
A lock of her chocolate brown hair has fallen in her face, so I carefully brush it back, lifting the strands to my nose in the process. I can’t scent her at all tonight.
A growl threatens my throat, but I hold it back.
She shouldn’t be hiding her scent from me. I want to drown in it, and her in mine.
Without a thought, I lightly scent mark her hair. But it’s not enough. Slowly, I pick up her wrist and drag it along my neck. Better.
I should leave her something. A gift. To let her know I’m coming. Something she can wear that smells like me. Yeah, I like that thought.
Ripping the bandana from my neck, I scent mark it, then tuck it in her hand. I hope she likes it.
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