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  "The things I'd do to you, April," he growled, and she saw the glint of the wolf in Cyan's eyes. It unnerved her in a way that was equal parts anxious and exhilarating. Giving herself up to the beast inside him would be an exercise in trust, but the look in his eyes beckoned her in like a moth to a flame. It called to the primal, animal part of her that went beyond her human emotions; the deep-seated need for an alpha male that could drive any female wolf to submit.

  She'd never felt this way before, not with Harper, nor on her first night with Cyan. Perhaps it was because she could see how much he wanted her now. It was almost predatory, and to her shock she realised that part of her wanted to be his prey.

  If she could only trust him, she could indulge in that desire.

  She embraced him, tilting her head back to kiss his neck softly, and he responded with equal tenderness. A sigh of pleasure left her lips, and she nodded faintly.

  "Do whatever you want," she whispered.

  Easing her around in his grasp, Cyan embraced her from behind, his erection pressing against her lower back as he rested his chin on her shoulder, bending her forwards until she gripped the edge of the pool for support. He braced one of his hands against the rocks beside hers, and she twined her fingers through his as she craned her neck back to kiss him. With his lips still working against hers he guided himself to her sex, rubbing his shaft gently against her folds, and then pressed in.

  April's breathless gasp echoed off the cavern walls as he filled her, the gentle warmth of the water easing his entry slightly this time, but his size still hurt her. He paused, wrapping his arm around her stomach and working his fingers in gentle soothing motions around her navel, working himself back and forth with incredibly shallow, gentle thrusts until he was buried all the way inside her.

  April's chest heaved breathlessly, her fingers clutching at Cyan's as she slowly relaxed, the tight tug between her legs easing with the flow of her arousal until at last it became a firm, filling ache of pleasure. Her partner's breath panted in her ear, and once the pain was gone she began to tentatively press her hips back against him, their movements sending small waves lapping against the edge of the pool with every thrust.

  Cyan gripped her waist more firmly, his lips tugging at her earlobe as he began to increase his pace, spreading her wide and pressing against her deepest spots as the tantalising friction around the entrance of her sex drew weak cries of pleasure from April's lungs. His teeth joined his lips, nipping her ear and then moving down the side of her neck as she arched her back for him, trying to meet his thrusts with the trembling motion of her hips whenever she could. His pace quickened rapidly, almost too fast for April to keep up, and within a few minutes she had stopped trying to push back against him, collapsing on one elbow against the edge of the pool with a breathless shriek as he rode her hard, the shocks of pleasure running through her body strangling her chest and turning her muscles to putty. She clung on to his hand as he kissed her shoulder, the coarse grain of his stubble rubbing against her moist skin as she rested her forehead against her arm, gasping and trembling uncontrollably beneath him, her feet on tiptoes beneath the surface of the water as his hips struck against hers again and again.

  The warmth of the spring spread throughout her whole body until even the air tasted hot and thick in her mouth, almost too heavy to breathe as mixed perspiration and water rolled off her back, Cyan's muscular chest pressing against her shoulders as the hand around her waist moved lower to caress the sensitive base of her stomach. His fingers danced dangerously close to the hood of her sex, and she groaned desperately, clutching his wrist with her free hand as she threw head head back against his shoulder, feeling the knot of pleasure in her belly ready to burst.

  He was pushing her beyond her boundaries of comfort, into the wild, heady space beyond where only her desires mattered and one pleasurable moment blurred into the next, seconds stretching into minutes as the exhaustion in her muscles became numb and meaningless. He wrapped his fingers around her chin and tilted her head towards him, the discomfort of craning her neck lost in the passion of the moment as she kissed him so hard it hurt, lips and tongues and teeth pressing and tugging and gasping until April's head swam and her body rippled with waves of ecstasy.

  Her toes slipped as she climaxed, Cyan's arm moving back around her waist to hold her up as he continued to make love to her throughout her orgasm, her eyes rolling as she clutched weakly at the back of his neck, gripping the rocks with one shuddering hand as she groaned and squealed with pleasure. He pushed her first peak of pleasure into a second, his breath growling and panting sharply in her ear as he took her harder, driving her hips mercilessly against the edge of the pool with thrust after thrust after thrust, gripping her firmly around the throat with just enough pressure to dim her breath slightly, the cavern swimming around her as her head reeled. She clung to his wrists as hard as she could, her fingernails leaving marks on his skin as she groaned and cried out weakly, whispering his name under her breath until he finally tensed and let out his own moan of release.

  Their glistening bodies twitched as he drove himself deep, throbbing and pulsing inside her as his chin clamped down on her shoulder, his dripping brow furrowing with intensity as he grit his teeth. He filled her with his long, pent-up climax, milking the last of their shared pleasure with soft thrusts as the warm ache of sex between April's legs dimmed into sore exhaustion.

  She fell forward against the rocks in his arms, gasping for breath through half-lidded eyes, wet locks of red hair plastered to her face. The weight of his body pressed down against her for a few moments, the heaviness of his chest feeling good even as it forced what little breath she had left from her lungs, then he lifted himself up gently, sighing with satisfaction as he caressed her shoulder with a hand.

  They didn't speak for a long while, letting the soothing spring waters lap around their hips as Cyan brushed April's hair back from her face, kissing her cheek and neck tenderly.

  "It's times like this," he whispered, "that make me wish I could be with someone like you every night." He finally eased back, pulling out of her and taking her hand to guide her back into the pool with him. She followed eagerly, murmuring as she straddled him with her arms around his neck, their bodies sliding down into the warm water together.

  "Maybe you can," she said. "What if there was a way for us to be together? What if we took our punishment from the others? Wouldn't that be worth it, to be able to spend every night like this afterwards?"

  Cyan gazed into her eyes with longing, and she could tell the desire she saw there was genuine. Then he looked away, his focus snapping back to the present. "I'm not worth that kind of punishment."

  "Why not? Because you say so? What about me? What about what I want to choose?"

  He shook his head, and she frowned, cupping his cheek with her palm. "Isn't that what you've been trying to tell me ever since you got here? To make my own choices? To stop letting other people decide how I live my life?"

  "April." He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. "Maybe you wouldn't make that choice if you knew everything about me."

  "Then tell me! Why are you so hard on yourself? What makes you think you're not good enough? All I see when I look at you is a hero who saved my life. A leader who stood up for that girl today." She leaned forward and kissed him, before adding softly: "And a wonderful lover."

  Cyan gripped her by the shoulders hard, and a hint of discomfort flickered up inside her as she saw his inner wolf emerging once more.

  "I try," he said. "I pretend. I like to imagine I'm that hero you think I am; the one I thought I was myself once. Just for little moments like this, when I can be with people who don't know me. I can act like I have a clean slate for once. But I don't have any right to be admired, or respected. Everything you think you might feel about me, I haven't earned."

  "You have to tell me," April said, her thumb caressing his ear, trying to sooth away the anger and pain she felt brimming within him. "I
f you leave without letting me know..." She shook her head. "I'll always be wondering what if."

  "If the others knew—"

  "I won't tell them, no matter what it is. I promise."

  Cyan sighed, his grip on her shoulders loosening as he let his arms slide down around her back, tugging her close to him as he rested his chin on her shoulder. She hugged him tight, letting him take his time as the soft afterglow of their emotions washed away with the waters of the pool.

  "Soon," he said at last. "Soon, I'll tell you. Let me pretend for one more night."

  She smiled and kissed his shoulder. "Okay. I wouldn't want to spoil tonight, either."

  He moved away, caressing her cheek with an expression of tired relief, then kissed her, his tongue igniting the desire inside her once more. She clung to his broad shoulders for support, and lay back to let him take her again with a gasp of desire.

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  To be continued in Part Five, coming soon.

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