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Volik steps through the doorway, not having to duck. “Druid magic.”

The magnitude of that answer slips past me as I inhale the scent of Volik’s home.

His minty brightness hovers in the air. Clings to the walls. The floor. The ceiling. Making it all feel… alive.

But I can’t focus on looking around.

I can’t make sense of the soft lights and the walls that look like stone.

I can only see him.

“Volik?”

He pauses his steps. “Yes, Nix?”

“Take me to your bedroom.”

His lids lower. “Yes, Nix.”

I use my grip on his horn and my other hand on his shoulder to pull myself higher.

He helps lift me, and our mouths seal together.

We consume each other.

And Volik jumps.

Just a little way.

I moan against his lips.

We jump again.

Volik turns so it’s his shoulder that slams against the wall.

I smile. He licks the seam of my lips. I open.

We jump again and again.

Then we stop.

Volik lowers me, tossing the bags aside.

His fingers go to the buttons on my shirt, and mine go to his.

Our arms tangle together. Our bodies are too close for this task, but we don’t move apart.

He starts on my jeans.

“Take your pants off.” I shove his hands away from my hips so I can take over.

Volik makes a low sound but does exactly as I ask.

I shrug out of my shirt, discard my bra, and shove my jeans down my legs as I kick off my boots.

I’m left in just my thong when Volik shoves his pants down.

My mouth waters.