Bound To Moonlight (Sisters Of The Moon #2)

For long minutes, she lay there unmoving. The pain in her body had dulled to a throbbing ache, her head felt clearer.

Finally, she shifted slightly, and the hand on her stomach tightened, then slid up her body to rest on the curve of her breast. She held herself still as his palm rubbed across her tightening nipples, and a shiver of reaction ran through her. Shock…pleasure. The thought made her pull away. He didn’t attempt to hold her, and she twisted around to face him, wincing as the pain shot through her skull.

His head lay on the white pillow, but his eyes were half-open, sleepy, gleaming dark blue through a thick veil of lashes. Wolf’s eyes. She swallowed and forced the question out.

“Were you the wolf?” she asked.

He nodded. “You were cold. It was the easiest way to warm you up.”

“I’m not cold now.”

“No. But I was tired.” He came up on one elbow and stared down at her, a lazy smile on his face. “And you are in my bed.”

“I am?”

He nodded. “How do you feel?”

“Better. You gave me the pills?”

“One. You can have another now.”

He sat up, the sheet and blankets falling to his waist. She didn’t want to stare, but couldn’t help herself. His chest was smooth and golden, his shoulders broad, his arms sleek with muscle. He handed her a pill, and she looked down at it.

“I’ll get you some water,” he said.

He slipped out of the bed, seemingly unconcerned that he was naked. She wished she could be so nonchalant, but watching him walk away, seeing the powerful muscles ripple under his skin, her breath caught in her throat. He disappeared into the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind him, and she breathed again.

She had to hold on to the thought that this man had been responsible for the death of her sister.

Maybe.

She hated the doubts that plagued her constantly. Before, things had been so easy. She’d not liked what she did, but at least she’d believed she was doing some good. Righting some wrong. Now, she could no longer deny the suspicions that clouded her mind.

What could she do? She was trapped. Without the medicine the Agency gave her, she would be dead within days. Maybe that would be better. But she wanted to live. She wanted to experience life. Her eyes flicked to the bathroom door. She wanted to know what it felt like to have a man hold you in his arms, whisper words of love, tell you he—

She cut off the thought. She’d always been a dreamer, but she had come to realize that there was no place for dreams in this world.

The bathroom door opened, and the muscles clenched in her belly. If she’d thought the back view magnificent, the front was breathtaking. Her eyes slid down over the long length of his body. Golden skin, broad chest, lean abdomen. She glanced lower, and her eyes widened.

He was aroused, huge, and hard. As she stared, his cock twitched, and her gaze shot to his face.

He raised one eyebrow, then glanced down and grinned. “Don’t worry about it. It’s a natural reaction to my waking up with a beautiful woman.”

Coming to a halt beside the bed, he handed her the water. Anya reached for the glass. Their hands touched, and she jumped as a shock ran through her fingertips. She kept her eyes glued to his face as she placed the pill on her tongue and swallowed it down.

He thought her beautiful. Nobody had ever told her she was beautiful before.

She watched as he picked up a pair of jeans from the floor and pulled them on. He sank into the chair next to the bed, long legs stretched out in front of him, and regarded her, his face expressionless. She looked away and studied the room instead. His room, he had said. Why had he brought her here? Why hadn’t he let her die?

“You’re being nice,” she said.

He gave her a wolfish smile. “Just until you’re better.”

She bit her lip. “Then what?”

“Then you tell me who you’re working for and what you’ve done with my people.”

“Are you going to make me?”

She searched his face, saw the smile slide away and his eyes turn to ice. She shivered.

“I’ll do whatever I need to get my people back,” he said.

The words filled her with a wild longing to be one of his people, to belong somewhere, be part of something she could believe in.

“Why not now?” She forced herself to ask.

He raised one shoulder in a casual shrug. “The doctor said it could kill you. We need you alive. You know, you could save us both a lot of bother and just tell me.”

She wished she could, but while she had begun to doubt the Agency, she couldn’t yet bring herself to betray the only people she had ever known. First, she needed to find proof.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

His eyes turned colder, his expression hardened with resolve, and a prickle of unease crawled down her spine. She turned her face from him, slid down in the bed, and curled into a ball.