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She is upset. I ripped her from the parent she waited a lifetime to meet. I do not trust Richard Gray nor his explanations, and my every protective instinct rose on its hackles when he insisted on parting me from Olivia.
On that, I will fight him for eternity.
Mayhap she could forgive my misgivings had I not withheld our mating.
I stare down into her wet, reddened face. She squeezes her eyes shut, refusing to look at me.
When I accepted her Mating Call, I thought only of ending my curse. Now I feel shame that I cared not for her feelings. When did she begin to matter so much?
Shoving aside the question, I meld my lips to hers, kissing her in a long, slow penetration, mirroring what I do to her body. Gliding my cock over the spot that never fails to provoke a response.
Olivia gasps. I ease back, then glide in again, stroking her sensitive flesh as if I have no purpose in life except to please her.
As I skim kisses across her jaw and down her neck, my unhurried thrusts soon have her lifting her hips and clawing my back. The knowledge that I will bear scratches makes me smile, until I realize they will heal faster than she can make them.
Damn immortality. Once again, Morgana robs me of all I cherish.
“Aye, love. Your cunt is so wet for me. Feel how hard I am for you.”
“No.” But she sounds breathy. “I can’t—”
“You can.” I cut her off by capturing her mouth in a slow kiss saturated with longing.
She wrenches free. “You just want release from your curse.”
“I want you.” I shift my hands beneath her, lifting her to my next thrust and melding our bodies together.
“You’re using me.” Her accusation ends with a moan.
“As you used me?”
Her eyes fly open. Red-rimmed, bloodshot, and brimming with emotion. “That makes us even.”
Since rebutting only prolongs the argument, I shove deeper inside her and brush fresh kisses across her mouth, drowning in her sweetness.
When I finally lift from her swollen lips, we both pant. My cock swells inside her. Climax is near.
I am determined she will find orgasm again, dragging my crest over her sensitive spot before bottoming out in her very depths. “Let me please you.”
Eyes wide, she grabs a fistful of my hair. Her cunt begins to flutter. Her teeth sink into my shoulder. Her breathing turns ragged. “No. You pity me! You’re doing your duty by me.”
“Think you pity and duty make me hard?” I withdraw, then sink to the hilt once more, brushing her clit with my downward plunge. “Think they make me ache to fuck you?”
“Marrok!” She digs her heels into my thighs. “No. No. No!”
But her body says yes, yielding. As her cries of release ring in my ears, every possessive instinct roars, demanding I let go again and reaffirm her as my mate in word, deed, and truth.
With one last push, I fill her. The white-hot ecstasy shimmers inside me.
I want this to last forever.
’Tis dangerous to feel such for a Le Fay whom I need to be uncursed. What if this desire is another of magic’s practical jokes? What if Olivia cannot forgive me?
She spills no tears, instead sniffling in my arms. “Why?”
“Why keep you? Why join again with you?”
“Why try to convince me I matter? We need each other. I must be with you to stay alive, and you can’t—”
