The rhythmic thud of metal on wood pulled Daisy from her housing plans like a siren's call. Through the study window, she watched Christian drive fence posts into the eastern perimeter, each swing of the massive mallet showcasing muscles that three thousand years had honed to perfection. Sweat glistened on his bare chest despite the perpetual frost that danced across his skin, creating a paradox that made her mouth water.
Five months pregnant and drowning in hormones, Daisy pressed her thighs together as another wave of need crashed through her. It had been weeks—weeks—since they'd made love, Christian's protective instincts morphing into an infuriating wall of restraint every time she tried to seduce him.
The Moon's Tear pulsed hot against her throat, responding to desires that had noth
