Savage Possession (Temple of Luna #1)

by Moira Rogers

  “Yes.” He followed the low growl with a surging thrust, then another. He rode her hard, pulling her back to meet him, rough eddies of power swirling around them as he fucked her. Not soft or pretty, not careful lovemaking.

  He fucked her, and every claiming thrust wrapped his magic more tightly around her, until she feared the marks would never truly fade. She’d go through her life craving this man, needing him because nothing would ever be this good again—

  Her body was already primed, but she fought the rising pleasure with everything in her. She’d rejected Rais. She’d asked the impossible, as if she had any right to dictate how the future king chose his mate. I may never feel this pleasure again.

  So she wallowed in it. She savored the heat of his body and the unquestionable dominance in his strength. She shivered at the next brush of his magic, heat and intangible need that expressed itself in a tingling caress.

  His next thrust went deeper, stroked along neglected nerves that sent liquid fire racing through her. Her fingers lost their grip on the headboard and she barely felt the impact as her elbows crashed into the bed, too lost in the sudden sensation.

  And maybe she could beg after all, because her lips parted and words tumbled out before she could stop them. “Again, please Rais, right there...oh God—“

  He growled loudly as the wild power in him swelled and burst through her. His hand clenched in her hair, and he panted her name between harsh groans. The thrusts were wild, desperate, but it didn’t matter. The next one hit just right and pleasure upended the world.

  She screamed, maybe his name, maybe just noise. Her fingers clenched around the bedding as if it would anchor her, keep her from losing herself in the shuddering waves of heat that accompanied every fierce spasm.

  Rais drove into her one final time and shouted his release. His fingers dug into her hip, holding her close as he ground against her, riding her through both their orgasms.

  The hand on her hip was the only thing keeping her on her knees. Avani closed her eyes and let her cheek rest against the rumpled sheets, unable to gather the voice to say more than his name. “Rais.”

  He heaved a shaky sigh and rolled them both to the bed, still joined. He brushed her hair away from her neck and panted against her skin. “What is it, Avani?”

  She’d noticed him for years. He’d noticed her for a day. The girl might have fooled herself into believing their attraction was deep and lasting, but the woman knew better. Kings did as they pleased. Loved as they pleased. A moment of impulse now could bind her to him forever, but Rais would never be similarly bound. Not unless he wanted to be.

  His body felt warm behind her. She couldn’t make a foolish promise on the hope of a day of sex, but she could enjoy the way he felt and pray the need for him would fade. So she rubbed back against him with a quiet, contented noise. “I feel very, very good.”

  She had to have imagined the way he tensed. “I’m glad. You should get some sleep.” Then he kissed her neck and slipped away.

  It was the last thing she expected to hear. She rolled over, and her stomach twisted when she saw him reaching for his pants. “You’re leaving?”

  “I’d planned on making this a short visit.” His face was inscrutable. “Have to get back as soon as possible.”

  The high priestess had made it clear that Rais was overdue a visit and needier than usual. Avani had been prepared to spend several days secluded with him while he worked out his frustration.

  She was supposed to have time.

  He pulled on his pants, and some tiny, terrified part of her considered the possibility that she’d failed. She was twenty-three and still a novice, and he could be leaving because her magic hadn’t been enough. Because her body hadn’t been enough. It took no special skill to lie passively while a man took his pleasure, after all.

  Her chest ached as she sat up and gathered the blanket against her body, as if modesty would make her feel less like a failure. “Did I--Will you be all right? If I wasn’t...enough, you should find someone else. So you won’t be in danger.”

  “No, you were...” He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes dark. Then his lips curved into a gentle, sad smile. “You did well, little one.”

  Nothing had hurt this much in her pampered, sheltered life. And even knowing Rais could break her heart, even knowing it was foolish, she couldn’t stop herself. “If you were still interested--”

  “Stop.” He dragged his hands through his hair. “Don’t apologize or compromise your decisions, Avani, least of all for me.”

  Because she’d offended him beyond repair. Or because a taste of her when the beast wasn’t in control had been enough to kill any desire to possess her. He had his pick of women, ones more beautiful, more talented, more innocent, more whatever he could possibly want.

  Avani closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see him leave, and tried to tell herself it was for the best. “I hope you’ll be safe, Rais. I’ll give your regards to my uncle, and I know my aunt is hoping you’ll favor her with a visit again soon.”

  His silence was deafening. “Thank you for your kindness and concern. Please tell them I’ll--I’ll see them when I can.”

  The stilted, miserable conversation was worse than the pain of losing him. But she’d have no one to blame but herself if she let him go without telling him the one thing that mattered. “I was truly blessed to have you as my first. I’ll never forget it.” Not even if she wanted to, she wagered.

  He said nothing else. The door closed behind him, a quiet, stark statement on how easy it would be to forget her.

  She’d made her choice. The smart choice of a mature, fortunate woman who didn’t have to settle for a king’s wandering attention. Or worse, a mating like that of Rais’s father, who was rumored to have a long-term mistress who owned his heart and body while his mate had to settle for the cold sheets of his empty bed.

  Avani knew better. Raised by those close to power, she knew that the king had no mistress. If anyone owned his heart, it was without the comfort of flesh. Kings could do as they pleased, but strong rulers did what was honorable. If Rais took a mate of good breeding and found no long-term pleasure in her body, he would do the honorable thing. A cold, proper marriage, with carefully scheduled sex as a means of producing heirs.

  For her, a life living on the crumbs of lingering affection when her uncle’s status and wealth could guarantee her the luxury of love. Unless he loved me.

  The worst thing of all was knowing she hadn’t been brave enough to take that chance.

  And now she’d never know.

  Chapter Three

  Rais tripped over the rucksack in the middle of his tent. He regained his balance, but not before driving his toes into the metal frame of his cot. Pain shot up his leg, and he growled viciously. “I need bigger quarters, Jarek.”

  The healer didn’t look up from the wide tablet in his hands, but his fingers moved to touch the screen. “You have the biggest tent in the army,” he said absently. “But you already know that.”

  It was true, and it drew another growl from him as he hauled the rucksack into the corner. “That doesn’t mean it’s sufficient.”

  Jarek simply arched a thin eyebrow and studied him over the tablet. “You do remember that I’m here to decide if your...irregular schedule of Temple visits is detrimental to your temper, don’t you? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted to be sent back.”

  “I don’t have a temper,” he snapped. “And if I wanted to go back to the Temple, I wouldn’t need anyone’s permission.”

  “Interesting.” Jarek returned his attention to whatever notes he was taking. “I went to school with your cousin, you know. She has your temper. She’s a lot prettier, though.”

  “Fuck you. And stay away from Zahra.” He paced to the other side of the tent, his shoulders tense. “She’s too good for you.”

  “Undoubtedly true.” He didn’t sound offended. “My file says you saw Dhaval’s niece, but stayed with her less
than a day. You’re playing a dangerous game, and I can’t let you rejoin combat if you’re not steady.”

  Avani. His chest ached, and he rubbed his hand over it absently. “The priestess attended my needs very efficiently. I’m not going to crack up, if that’s what you’re implying.”

  Jarek sighed. “I don’t care if you fucked the high priestess herself. Twelve hours is insufficient time for a man who’s been under your level of strain. And it shows.”

  Again, the quiet healer probably spoke the truth. But, for some reason, the thought of going back to the Temple to see another priestess was unfathomable. And Avani doesn’t want to see you, does she, you sad little bastard? “I’m fine. Just fine, Jarek.”

  “You’re not fine,” Jarek replied, his voice flat. “You can tell me what’s going on and we can work through it, or you can lie and I’ll mark you unfit for duty. After the last incident we had with a man pushed too far, I’m not taking chances.”

  Rais ground his teeth. “My ill temper has nothing to do with the stress of battle. It’s--” He sucked in a rough breath. “Perhaps you’ll be happy to know I’m in a mood because I’ve been thoroughly rejected. I asked Avani to wait for me, and she refused.”

  “Avani?” Jarek’s fingers whispered over the screen, undoubtedly calling up files. “Dhaval’s niece. Previously a novice of the Temple of Luna.” The healer glanced up at him. “She left the Temple after seeing you? Was there an...incident?”

  “Just her deeming me unworthy.” Rais wouldn’t ask. He wouldn’t. “Where did she go? Back to her uncle’s?”

  “No, actually. To your mother’s court.”

  Where she’d be constantly surrounded by eligible courtiers. He couldn’t hold back his growl. “That’ll make her a lovely match, I bet.”

  “Perhaps. I hesitate to intrude, but...” Jarek cleared his throat. “You were with her for twelve hours, during which you claim she satisfied a priestess’s duties. At what point did she deem you unworthy? The two seem mutually exclusive.”

  He didn’t want to talk about it anymore. “I told you. She did her duty, but refused me as a mate.”

  “Ah. So, if I’m to understand correctly, you’re acting like a man on the edge of violence because a woman you’d spent twelve hours with refused to promise the rest of her life to you.”

  The healer’s dismissive tone scraped Rais’s raw nerves. “Make light of it if you please, but you’ll do it elsewhere.” If you value your face.

  Jarek wasn’t intimidated. He met the glare with cool blue eyes that showed no hint of pity. “With all respect due a prince of the blood? Grow up. If she matters so much, spend more than twelve hours wooing her. And if she doesn’t, stop acting like a sixteen year old with a bruised ego.”

  He wanted to punch Jarek right in his smug, calm face, but he forced himself to consider the admonition. How hard had he tried? All he could remember now was that he’d asked, and she’d denied him. She’d wounded his pride, and that had been all that had mattered. “Do we have video communications set up yet?”

  “Not stable. The humans are doing something new to block our signals. We can break through in spurts to download data, but video communication would be erratic at best.”

  If he could manage to get away without endangering his unit, he could settle the matter with Avani once and for all. “Has Ari made it back yet?”

  Jarek returned his attention to his table. “Two days ago.”

  “Then I’m taking a few more days.” He arched an eyebrow. “Make it a medical suggestion, if you’d like.”

  “Pretend it’s a suggestion if you like,” Jarek replied, his voice a little sharp. “It’s hard enough on the men when their leaders are calm. Don’t come back on edge like this. You’ll get men killed.”

  Rais glared at Jarek as he snatched up his own tablet. “I overlooked it when you called me an immature brat because it’s possibly true, but if you treat me like an idiot, we’ll be taking this outside.”

  Oddly, the corner of the healer’s mouth quirked up. “There’s the royal temper. Have a good trip. Be sure to forget to give my regards to your cousin.”

  Jarek fled before Rais could say another word, and the prince turned his attention toward preparing a message for his mother. He could be at her summer home in two days. Avani would be there, and he could do the unthinkable.

  The future king could woo his bride.

  Karim was handsome. Not a surprise, Avani supposed. Not with the gorgeous Zahra as a sister and Rais as a cousin. The entire royal family was sinfully attractive, a fact she sometimes thought they were all too well aware of.

  But Karim was especially pleasing to the eyes, and he had too much grace to be an unpleasant person. She was in no mood to be courted by a stranger, but even she wasn’t foolish enough to pretend that wasn’t exactly why she’d been summoned to court. Her aunt and the queen had taken an interest in her future now that she no longer served Luna.

  An interest in joining their families was more like it. She supposed she should be flattered that the king’s own nephew was courting her with the full approval of his family. She watched him weave through the crowded room toward her with two glasses of wine and tried to summon the slightest bit of interest in him.

  “Come, Avani.” He offered her one goblet and leaned his shoulder against the wall. “If it were as bad as all that, you’d have jumped out the window already.”

  Her mouth twitched up in spite of herself as she accepted the wine. “You’re assuming I could get it open before my aunt descended on me.”

  “I could distract her with my dazzling wit and charm, but then your uncle would challenge me. A mess from start to finish, you know.”

  “A pity.” She sipped her wine and found a small smile for him. “I’m sorry, Karim. It’s been a trying month with many changes. I’m afraid I’m not excellent company.”

  “Trying is putting it mildly if you had to deal with my cousin.” His grin was mischievous. “You wouldn’t believe the rumors. I don’t believe them, and I believe damn near everything.”

  Avani felt warmth rise in her cheeks as she stared down at the wine in her goblet. “I can imagine. Women don’t often leave the Savage Temple at my age without a mate.”

  Karim’s light eyes were sharp. “No, they do not. So why did you, little one?”

  As if she’d had a choice. Oh, Celine had been very solicitous. Eager to make arrangements that would dispel any rumor that Avani was being sent away from the Temple in disgrace.

  Even if she was.

  Not in the mood to discuss her shortcomings, Avani sidestepped the question completely. “I’m more interested in hearing the rumors. I imagine they’re a great deal more amusing than truth could ever be.”

  “They’re stranger, at any rate.” There was something almost too casual in his demeanor. “The most oft-repeated rumor is that you rejected him. That he wanted you for his mate and you refused.”

  Her chest hurt. Her stomach felt tied in knots. It took all the training she’d been given in the art of control to show no reaction but mild amusement. “What kind of foolish girl would reject the king’s own heir?” What kind, indeed?

  But Karim didn’t laugh. He didn’t say anything at first, just stared at her as he straightened off the wall. “By the Goddess. It’s true, isn’t it?”

  She refused to let herself react. “Are you saying you find me foolish?”

  “Of course not.” He studied her face, his brows drawn together in a puzzled frown. “But you loved him when you were younger. Everyone but Rais knew it. What changed?”

  She felt another twisting stab of pain, and this time she doubted any amount of practice could keep it from her eyes. She looked away from him and found the queen, a beautiful, regal woman who suffered her own pain with graceful elegance. “Nothing,” she whispered. “Everyone but Rais knows.”

  Karim made a soft noise of sympathy and laid his hand on her shoulder. “Your aunt and mine have conspired to throw us together. It
isn’t the best of circumstances, but... Well, a man would be lucky, Avani. Me, or anyone else. Just remember that.”

  His hand was warm and comforting. He was older than Rais, almost twice her own age. Old enough to have served his time in the war and come home to enjoy the pleasures wealth and beauty could bring. Gossip linked Karim to an endless string of women and no small number of scandals.

  An experienced man and a dangerous one, but at least he seemed willing to be patient with her. She lifted her gaze to his and wet her lips nervously. “My uncle has many daughters who gained wealth and power with their matings, but he encouraged them to wait for a man who would cherish them. I’ll tell you what I told Rais, and you might find it equally naive. But I want a man who loves me.”

  He smiled faintly and brushed a stray curl from her cheek. “That’s unfortunate for me, since my heart is long since dead. These days, it’s merely waiting for the rest of me to catch up.”

  His pain pulled at her, perhaps because she’d been trained to use the magic inside her to ease a man’s agony. She touched his arm, and there was no hiding her sympathy. “Perhaps you need a priestess who was good at her job instead of one who failed in every way.”

  “And perhaps you are a bit naive.” Karim lifted her hand and kissed it with a gallant flourish. “How do you think I wound up dead inside?”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t--”

  “Cousin.” Rais’ deep voice interrupted her words. “Do you do anything these days besides charm the ladies?”

  She jerked her hand back as if she’d been caught doing something illicit, which was absurd. But heat still flooded her cheeks as she leaned back against the wall and stared at Rais. Tall, powerful, a man with violence lurking close to the surface. Not as handsome as Karim, perhaps, but harder and stronger in ways that still warmed her body.

  Karim’s laughter was edged with warning. “Charming the ladies is a full-time occupation, I assure you.”

  Avani found her voice. “You’re back from the front so soon. It’s good to see you. I hope you’re well?” It sounded polite and distant, but at least her voice didn’t tremble as much as her hands.