Savage Need (Temple of Luna, #2) (8 page)

"Flatterer." But she knew the words weren't meant to be pretty or gratifying. She felt the truth of them in his embrace, saw it when he looked at her. He reflected her own happiness, the satisfaction and contentment she feared would never be hers.

Except that it was.
He
was.

Mine.

His cheek was warm under her lips. "Come. Let's go home."

• You can buy the complete Temple of Luna series in a convenient bundle. Includes the following stories:
  
  • Savage Possession
    - The king's heir finds that the girl he barely noticed has grown into the woman he longs to claim. But she won't settle for anything less than his whole heart.
    
  • Savage Need
    - A healer brutalized by war has lost himself to his beast. The only path back is the touch of the one woman he could never have, a woman with royal blood.
    
  • Savage Lessons
    - After years dedicating herself to her training, a woman stands on the edge of becoming the next High Priestess. But her love for a trainer may be her downfall.
    
  • Savage Healing
    - Half a lifetime ago, she picked duty over him, and broke both their hearts. Now he needs her skills almost as badly as she needs his forgiveness
    
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Enjoy this brief excerpt from Temple of Luna #3...

Lexa kept her stance relaxed and tried not to let her excitement and nerves show as she faced the Temple's high priestess. "I'm ready, Celine. Now. Today."

"So you say." Celine's fingers tapped an absent rhythm against the arm of her chair. "So your teachers say. You've worked hard."

She'd busted her ass. Most of the other acolytes came from privileged families, and had been guided since birth toward the service of Luna. Were it not for the patronage of the queen mother, Lexa wouldn't have made it through the door of the Temple. "I've tried my best because I wish, more than anything, to serve."

"As did I, when I was your age. But I also knew where I wanted to be in ten years, and twenty. Do you?"

Most priestesses were gone by thirty, advantageously married off to soldiers returning from the war. Lexa didn't plan on being one of them, but she also wasn't ready to bare her soul to Celine. "I haven't decided, but I am giving the matter no small amount of consideration."

Celine nodded. "You're strong, and so is your magic. Strong enough to give you a chance at silver robes someday."

The words soothed the desperate longing inside her. "Kweku said he has nothing more to teach me. I checked the files, and there's only one high-level trainer unoccupied at the moment." The one she'd wanted all along. The best.

"Dejan." The high priestess's expression was unreadable. "If you've been checking files, my dear, you know that Dejan rarely works with novices. In fact, I believe that's common knowledge throughout the Temple."

"I could convince him to make an exception."

"You're assuming
he's
the one you'd have to convince."

Of course he was. Celine's expression was skeptical, but... "We wouldn't be having this conversation if you weren't considering it, and you wouldn't be considering it if it wasn't the best step for me."

Silence stretched out between them, broken only by the soft click of Celine's nails against the arm of her chair as she resumed her slow tapping. After several tense seconds, she smiled. "Looking at you is like looking into the past. In the ten years since I became high priestess, Lexa, not one other girl with your fire has passed through these halls."

"I would say you flatter me, Celine, but that didn't sound like a compliment." Curious, she smiled and tilted her. "I remind you of yourself?"

"Very much so." Celine gestured to her opulent surroundings. "There are worse lives to live. I serve my Goddess and my King. I receive the respect and deference of men and women born to privilege I couldn't have imagined as a child. Is this what you aspire to?"

It was tempting, seductive, and beyond comprehension. "Even the life of an acolyte has been more luxurious than anything I'd experienced before coming to the Temple, Celine. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want respect and security."

"I didn't rise this far by being born into wealth or gently reared. But think hard about where you want to be before you take this step. Respect is already yours as a novice of the Temple. And security can be found as easily in the arms of a man who loves you. Dejan teaches only the best of the best, the women who aren't interested in a comfortable life as a warrior's mate."

Lexa had seen the sort of fleeting security one found in a man's arms. She'd watched her mother flit from warrior to warrior, with no thought of tomorrow, much less forever. "I want him for my teacher. I wouldn't let you down."

The high priestess nodded, but Lexa couldn't tell if the look in the older woman's dark eyes was regret or satisfaction. "Then you'll have him tonight. And in the morning we'll discuss your future at the Temple."

Promising words, indeed. Lexa smiled and bowed. "Thank you, Celine. Shall I contact Dejan, or will you make the arrangements?"

Celine laughed. "For tonight, be like any other novice and let me do my job. I'll send a message when everything's finalized and let you know when to meet him."

She bowed again and turned for the door, her heart pounding. It was the coup she'd hardly hoped to manage. If Dejan trained her,
approved
of her, she'd be that much closer to silver robes. To having everything.

She had to be perfect. Everything about this night had to be perfect.

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