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When it subsided, she remained tingly, aware of everything, and not ready to stop. She sat up on the table and reached for him, kissing the lips sticky with her sap. Her hands tugged at his pants to release his erection, hard and thick, a bough that wouldn’t break.

Her legs went around his hips as she guided, pulling him into her still-quivering channel, locking him into place. She sucked on his lower lip as he groaned. His fingers dug into her buttocks while his whole body trembled.

She wiggled until she was off the table and supported by him, an angle that pushed him deeper. Holding her, he bounced her up and down, the short slams jolting a pleasurable spot inside that soon had her panting and her body tightening again.

Faster.

Deeper.

Harder.

Their breathing emerged raggedly as they found a rhythm that had her coiling before climaxing again. Her orgasm squeezed him tight and drew a harsh cry from him as he spilled his seed hotly inside her.

He rested his forehead against hers as their bodies calmed and cooled, the night air wicking the sweat.

“Wow,” he finally rumbled.

“That was better than expected,” she agreed.

He shook his head and his reply held amusement. “Glad to know I didn’t disappoint.”

She doubted he ever would. There was something about him that drew her like no other.

“About that food you were mentioning…” she said rather than spew something completely sappy and unlike her.

“Does my psycho need sustenance?”

“She does if we’re going to be doing that again before bed.”

He stilled before tilting her chin for a kiss. “In that case, I’d better go grab us some food and whipped cream for dessert.” A comment she didn’t understand until he licked it from her body later that night.

A body that came so hard, she thought she’d died of pleasure.

As they snuggled in bed afterwards, he held her close to him, the steady thud of his heartbeat soothing.

When she woke before him, she found herself still desirous, and it took but a few strokes of her hands on his flesh before he pulled her atop him, and she rode him to a glorious sunrise.

While she lay sated and her muscles lazy, he dressed, giving her a soft smile as he said, “There’s a breakfast place across the road from the main rental office. I’ll go grab us something to fill our bellies. Try to not get in any trouble or kill anyone while I’m gone.”

Her lips curved. “Worried I’ll have fun without you?”

At that, he laughed. “Yes. I won’t be gone long.”

Only he didn’t return and as she dressed, she suddenly paused as a wave of emotion hit her. Anger. Not hers, but the beast’s. Then worry. Not for himself, but her.

Perturbed, she went to stand outside, wondering if she should seek him out when the Mother whispered, It’s too late. He’s been taken.

And Daphne would wager she knew by whom.

Chapter 15

Despite leaving a warm bed with a sexy, naked dryad, Baptiste found himself whistling as he walked across the resort property and headed for the greasy spoon across the road.

Last night had been unexpected in a good way.

Best day ever! Garou chimed in.

It had been. Daphne’s sudden seduction, while surprising, had allowed him to finally accept something Garou had been saying all along.

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