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“Let’s go with yellow and red,” he says. “Yellow means I need to slow down. Red means stop.”

“That’s easy enough,” I say. “But what about when the frenzy hits?”

“Don’t worry about that,” he chuckles. “When the frenzy hits, you won’t want me to slow down or stop. You’ll be begging and cursing my name if I don’t fuck you hard enough. But same rules apply. If you say yellow or red, even while I’m frenzied, I’ll hear you.”

I haven’t even figured out how to be Penthouse Taryn. Soon I’ll have to figure out how to be Frenzy Taryn.

Or maybe there won’t be a learning curve for that version of myself, if it’s as intense as he says.

CHAPTER 19

Victor

It’s been a week since I met with the Witch Hunters, and everything that happened has been weighing heavily on me.

Saul wasn’t happy I killed the Witch Hunters, but he was understanding after I told him about Finn. I didn’t tell Saul what Taryn has to do. I’m not ready to talk about that with anyone yet. I need to. Every day, I get closer to telling her, but something always holds me back.

Maybe it’s because Taryn’s the distraction I need to keep my mind off things. The frenzy is getting closer. We can both feel it. Even when we’re together, it feels like we can’t get enough. Every time my knot tries to form, my instincts flare so much it’s painful when I can’t knot her properly.

The mating bond has definitely made my mate more adventurous. We’ve played around with orgasm control, orgasm denial, and even a little breath play one night when she wanted my hand tighter around her throat than usual. That made her come so fucking hard I thought she was getting knotted, frenzy or not.

I finally got Taryn to model some of the underwear I got her. Unfortunately, we quickly realized it wasn’t going to be much of a fashion show. Every pair of underwear she put on was so wet when she took them off that they had to go straight to the pile of dirty clothes. I couldn’t resist touching her every time she wandered into the room wearing something new that made my dick ache.

She’s enjoying a warm bath, and I’m sitting on the couch in my robe, my mind occupied with things I wish I didn’t have to worry about right now. The book. Druids. Emissaries of Mother Fate. Somehow, my mate has to complete a bunch of rituals, and once she does, Mother Nature will be reincarnated. No pressure.

I sip the whiskey I’m holding while everything tumbles around in my head. The mating bond makes it hard to think straight. Taryn says it makes her mind feel like mush, and I guess that’s an accurate description. Mine feels more like disorganized chaos and puzzle pieces that should fit together, but I just don’t have the capacity to figure out how.

“You look like you’re lost in thought,” Taryn says from the doorway.

I’m not the type to startle easily, but she catches me deep enough in my thoughts that I almost do.

“Done with your bath already? You usually take longer,” I say, sipping my whiskey before turning to see her wearing a gown that should be fucking illegal.

I didn’t buy this for her at the boutique. After she started believing she deserves everything, she wanted to do some shopping on her own. Online, of course. Neither of us wants to leave this suite. This gown must be one of the things she bought, and I fucking approve. Just as long as she never wears it outside of this penthouse.

She’s wearing a gown made of dark blue silk, the kind of rich, liquid fabric that catches the light every time she moves. It brings out the blue in her eyes, but it does so much more. It clings to her breasts and skims down the curve of her waist and hips like it was designed with her body in mind. The neckline dips low enough to be dangerous without looking tawdry, and the back is almost completely open, leaving a long expanse of skin exposed from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine.

“Damn, you look fucking incredible in that,” I growl, my eyes moving slowly over every inch of her incredible body.

One slit runs up her thigh, flashing just enough of her long leg for my dick to stand up and take notice.

“I thought you might like it,” she says, walking closer, my cock getting tighter with every step she takes.

She looks elegant, classy, and far too fucking beautiful to be standing anywhere except in front of me. Especially after a bath. I never realized a bath could make a woman glow, but that’s exactly what they do to my mate. Being cared for brings out the best in Taryn, whether she realizes it or not.

“I like it so much we’re going straight to the bedroom so I can take it off you,” I rumble, leaning forward.

“No, not yet,” she stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “I want to be… adventurous.”

“Is that so?” I chuckle, unable to resist running a hand down her hip. “What did you have in mind?”

“Just relax,” she purrs, pushing my hand away from her thigh. “I want to be a good girl for my mate.”

“You’ve rarely been a bad girl since you stopped playing with magic,” I tease, my cock throbbing beneath the robe. “But if you want to be a very good girl, I sure as fuck won’t stop you.”

She gestures for me to lean back, so I do. I don’t know what she’s planning until she lowers herself to her knees between my legs and licks her lips. My dick jumps, pushing through the bathrobe enough for her to see the throbbing, swollen head.

Part of me wants to do the opposite of relaxing. I want to drag this beautiful girl to the bedroom and fuck her until she screams. But if my mate wants to be bold, I’ll let her. I’ve kissed and tasted her soft, pillowy lips enough to wonder what they would feel like on my cock.