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“What?”
“Flower.”
“Um.” Desperate little breaths push past her perfect lips. I trace a finger down her thigh, skirting around her sensitive flesh. “I can’t … oh, yes, that feels so good … um … flower, um, nesaea?”
I stop my teasing touch, looking at her. She lifts her head, meeting my gaze. “What?”
“You surprise me, Tatha. Such an obscure flower. Why that one?”
She wiggles under me, and my fingers dig into the heated flesh of her thigh.
“Kem. Please, Mate.”
My eyes narrow, and my cock twitches. “Fighting dirty won’t get you what you want.”
Her hand glides up her stomach and over her breast before her delicate fingers pinch her tight nipple. “What will, Mate?”
“Wicked woman. Answers.”
Her free hand cups her other breast. “I like that it only blooms for two weeks, and only after the first heat wave of the year. It’s small; unassuming with its white petals. It doesn’t even have a smell.”
I press her thighs wider, blowing heated air over her clenching pussy. “Until it dies.”
Her fingers tighten around her nipple as her back arches off the bed. “Yes. Its light honey scent lasts one day, and then it’s gone. Makes you appreciate it every year.”
I like this answer. I like my Mate.
My tongue curls around her clit before I close my lips over the bud. My fire rises and rushes through me as I swallow her down.
Her breaths pick up speed until she’s panting again. I purr as her hands grip my locs tighter, pulling my face into her grinding heat. She’s sweet and salty and spicy … and all mine. I thrust my tongue deep inside her, the forked end curling and tasting every facet of her inner walls.
She moans, rolling her hips against my face, grinding her clit against my beard. I want to carry the taste of her on my face for the rest of my days. My tongue flexes up, caressing the rougher patch of wet flesh that holds her pleasure center. Her pussy clenches around my tongue, and I growl, letting the vibration carry all the way up my throat and down my tongue.
“Fuck, Kem!”
I slide out of her, licking my lips as I pull out of her grip. “Not yet, Heilsi.” Her hands fist the bed covers as I trail kisses and gentle bites across her thighs. “How old were you when you got into your first fight?”
Sharp pain stings across my scalp as she yanks on my locs. “Kemremir!”
Reaching back, I untangle her hands from my hair so I can move down her body. “You’ll find, Mate, that I quite enjoy anticipation”—My fingers caress the sensitive flesh behind her knees—“the buildup”—My palms caress her skin as I move lower to massage her calves—“Edging.” I reach up, sliding a finger down her dripping slit before sinking into her. Pumping once, she moans, but I immediately pull out of her, skimming my wet finger back down her leg. “So …?”
Her hands fall to the bed, fisting the sheets again. “I was twelve. I overheard someone say my brother was a traitor for leaving the Mountain and shunning our ways.” I keep massaging her lower legs, forcing myself to concentrate on her words instead of her creamy skin. “My brother had his reasons for leaving, and while I didn’t understand why he abandoned us, I wouldn’t abide anyone talking bad about him.”
Leaning down, unable to resist any longer, I kiss her ankles, then press my thumbs to the bottoms of her feet, and she moans into the pressure. “What did you do, Heilsi?”
“I launched into him without warning.” Her chuckle settles in my heart. “He was over a head taller than me, but even at that young age, I knew how to use my body. It was such a long time ago.” A wistfulness carries through her voice. “And I don’t recall much of the fight. I just remember claws, teeth, and blood. The man’s friend ended up ripping me off him and dragging me to my father. He took away my books for two weeks, saying I needed to control my temper and learn when and where to channel my anger.”
Amazement stalls my breath. The gods have blessed me with this fiery woman. “And have you?”
“Have I what?”
“Tamed your temper?”
She springs up, leaping on me, wrapping her legs around my waist. Reaching between us, her hand wraps around my cock, lining us up, then slowly sinking herself down my shaft. “No.”
A powerful possessive force tightens around my heart, and I know I’ll use the mystery of my existence to protect Tatha to my last breath. My unusually large size will shield her. My shadows will cloak her from danger. My molten fire will defend her.
I snake an arm around her waist, pulling her against my chest, holding her chin with my other hand, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Good.”
