Page 212 of Moon Craving

His orgasm built faster than he was ready for, but Abigail was right there with him,

screaming out her pleasure in his head while his wolf howled.

In that moment, they truly fulfilled the Chrechte mating promise of being one in

body, mind and spirit.

The next morning, Talorc found a small stream for Abigail to bathe in before she

dressed and they returned to the beach.

Guaire and Niall were locked in a kiss, their arms wrapped around each other. The

beauty of their passion took her breath away. She said as much through mindspeak to

Talorc.

"'Tis love."

"Yes."

"I can't help noticing they are both dressed."

"Aye."

"Where did Niall get the plaid?"

"From the cave. We keep some with the boats."

"I'm sure there is one in there for you as well, am I right?"

"Are you saying you do not want to hunt naked with me?"

"How astute of you to take my meaning."

Talorc threw his head back and laughed. Abigail noticed that he sent every sound

through mindspeak so she could share in it all with him.

She turned to him, "I love you so much, Talorc."

"I love you, my precious angel."

Guaire stepped back from Niall, only to be pulled against the big warrior's side.

Burnished streaks appeared across his cheekbones. "Good morning, my lady. Laird."

"Good morning, dear friend. You look happy."

Guaire looked up at Niall, the scarred warrior giving him a far sappier smile than

she would have thought him capable of. "I am. Very."

"I am so glad."

"Thank you. You and the laird have worked out your differences?"

"We have. He won't let even his king send me away."