Page 66 of Moon Craving

Talorc shrugged.

She crossed her arms and glared. "You do that every time you don't feel like

answering."

"What?"

"Shrug."

He did again. Just to see what she would do.

She laughed, a soft, muted music he wanted to kiss from her lips.

She screeched as he bent to do just that, but he swallowed that sound, too. She

tasted like sleepy innocence.

When he lifted his head, she looked dazed.

Niall laughed, loud and long. "I believe your ways will take some getting used to."

The other Chrechte soldiers around them stared at Niall as if they had never seen

him before. True, the man rarely laughed. Okay, until this trip, Talorc had not heard him

do so in years, but that was no reason to gawk like a bunch of gossiping women.

He gave his warriors a look that told them so, and they went back to watching the

terrain as they should do. Talorc never lost his awareness of their surroundings, even

when his mouth molded to Abigail's.

"Will we be at the Sinclair holding soon?"

"We will be on Sinclair land late tomorrow."

He felt the tension fill her. She knew exactly what that meant. "You do not think it

would be better to wait until we reached your keep?"

She did not say what would be better, but they were both fully aware.

"No."

"Oh."

His wolf would kill something if Talorc made the beast wait to claim his mate.

"Why did you take me off my horse earlier?" she asked.

"You were tired."

"You noticed?" She sounded chagrined by the possibility.

"Yes." He had, but he'd also noticed the way she'd been bonding with Niall, and

rational or not, his wolf had insisted Talorc stake his claim.