I’ve been waiting months for this Fie Eoin Friday, Aledans! I had to stop myself from posting it several times, but Yule is finally here, and as a Yule present I have a sexy bit of cut scene for you. It takes place after last year’s Yule FEF – Monk has been teasing Kindra about Trina’s Day, and everyone’s quite drunk. Unfortunately in the re-write Kindra has already learned Gar’s dark secret and isn’t talking to him on Yule, so this lovely little scene had to go.
Kindra sat outside the entrance to Cougar’s tent, staring at the dim stars that were just beginning to appear in the dusky sky. The cold was refreshing, and she needed to clear her head from the wine.
A peal of laughter seeped from the door as it opened and Gar almost tripped over her. “There you are. I was afraid you went home.”
She shook her head. “Just needed a break from Monk.”
Gar chuckled and sat down next to her. “Sorry about the Trina’s Day thing. He’s just making fun. When you’re Monk’s friend you get used to it.”
She shrugged. “It’s fine. I should have never left my tent that night.”
“I’m glad you did.”
Gar was staring at her, so Kindra turned her attention back to the stars, heart pounding in her chest.
“Will you go with me this year?” He said. “Properly?”
A small part of her wanted to say yes. A small part was curious what he would feel like under her hands, what he would taste like on her lips, and if he had the same natural grace while making love that he had while training. Heat began to creep into her face as she imagined it and she shook her head again. “No.”
He moved closer. “Why? Do you want to go with someone else?”
“I don’t want to go at all.”
She looked at him and his face was inches away. Her breath caught in her throat.
“You wanted me on Trina’s Day,” he whispered.
“I was drunk.”
“You’re drunk now.”
“I…” She didn’t know what to say. He was so close, and her heart felt like it would burst from her chest at any moment. “You’re drunk now too.”
A bright smile lit up his face. “I am.” He leaned over and put his warm mouth over hers, and instead of pulling away like she should have she melted into his kiss.
He made a small, surprised noise as his hand cupped the back of her neck, tangled in her hair. His tongue parted her lips and he tasted of wine. His other hand slipped under her shirt and his fingers slid across her scars.
A sharp ache lodged itself between her legs as she moaned. Instinctively her traitor fingers searched out his mark and his lips broke away from hers as he sucked in a deep breath.
“Oh for Trina,” he groaned. “I want you so bad.”
His lips found her mouth again, then the scar on her chin, then her neck as his hand moved from her scars to a breast.
What was she doing? She couldn’t do this on Cougar’s doorway – shouldn’t do it at all. But his hot mouth on her cold skin felt so good. She tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes.
He found her lips again for a long, slow kiss, and brought his hand from her shirt to cradle her face. “Are you sure you won’t go to Trina’s Day with me?”
She opened her eyes and put her hands over his. That small part that wanted to say yes had grown. “Will you keep asking like that?”
A smile grew on his face and he leaned in and kissed her again until her shoulders sagged in defeat. “Only if you say yes,” he whispered against her lips.
Another peal of laughter came from the tent and she pulled away. They were outside in the cold winter dusk, and anyone who walked out of their tent would find them. She dropped her hands and looked at the stars again, mind reeling. “Ask me when I’m sober.”
He kept his hands around her face. “Last time I did that I came home with a scar.”
His hands were warm against the cold night and it had been so long since she felt loved by anyone other than Kaye. So long since she’d been looked at as something other than an anomaly. Her heart beat frantically as she brought her gaze back down to his. She didn’t understand why he wanted her – why he had spent so many days training her when no one else would. What could he possibly see in her? They fought mercilessly as children – even in the light of the full moon she could see the scar on his wrist where she bit him when she was eight.
She rubbed her thumb over it and he dropped his hands to her thighs. “Kindra?”
“I’ll go with you.”
His fingers squeezed and she was surprised at his surprise. “You will?”
She nodded, but the door opened again before she could speak. Monk stopped himself before he tripped over them both.
“There you are.” He looked from Gar, to his hands on her legs, to Kindra before squinting at her neck. “Is that a…”
Gar stood and clapped him on the shoulder before he could finish, for which Kindra was grateful. Monk winked at her despite the interruption. “The ceremony is about to start. Cassie requests that we sober up and join her for the Yule Log.” He peered up into the sky. “Although it seems we missed dusk.”
“We’re coming,” Gar said as he turned Monk around and pushed him back through the door. He held his hand out to her and she took it so he could help her stand.
Before they went in Gar pulled her close, his hands on her hips, and kissed her lightly. “Thank you,” he said as he released her.
Kindra took a deep breath, speechless. Her hand found the spot on her neck that still stung from his teeth. “Remind me when I’m sober.” Then she walked into the tent, still aching from the touch of his fingers on her nameless mark.
Return tomorrow to find out more about Adriana Ryan’s WORLD OF SHELL AND BONE – it was one of my favorite books this year!