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As though he heard my unsaid thought, his fingers sink into the mess of my pale hair. He goes slow and deliberate, loosening knotted strands, cradling the back of my head as he leans over to kiss me again; deeper this time, sure of himself, certain of me. It’s undeniable that he’s taken over his seduction, that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

I refuse to think about how. Right now, I only know how it feels to be handled like this by Thane Aurex.

Distracting me with his kisses, his hand drifts lower, unhurried, coaxing instead of demanding. I breathe his name against his lips when he touches me there. A gentle caress at first before his finger becomes probing, finding the slick entrance to my cunt. I go still, but he’s careful, and by the time he slips his finger inside of me, I can only imagine what it will be like when he replaces it with his cock.

That’s what he’s doing. He’s taking his time, ensuring that I’m ready, making sure I’m wanting.

“Thane…”

“You’re mine,” he whispers back, more wonder than claim, though the possessiveness is still there. “I just have to make sure you can take me, demoness, before I prove how much you belong to me..”

I smile, breathless, but still Alana. “I’m part Sombra demon,” I remind him. “Believe me… I can take everything you have to offer.”

It’s a dare. I know it. Thane knows it. Just like when we spar, I’m telling him to give me more.

Just now, I’m telling him to give me it all.

CHAPTER 17

THANDRIEL

With an arch of an eyebrow, he rises to his feet. His cloak is already off. Without me noticing, he had removed his sword belt with all of his pouches and his blades—including mine, which would’ve come in handy if I’d had it earlier—and placed it up against the tree. Was he leaving it for Binx to grab a pouch and scurry back up to the trees? I like to think so, but then Thane grabs the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head, and, sorry, Binx, but you can fend for yourself for the moment.

Now, I’ve seen Thane naked before. His comment that we would see more of each other during our journey was pretty damn apt. There was never anything sexual about it, though that took a lot of effort on my part to resist temptation, but I needed to be clean, and he needed to make sure the kelpies didn’t try to get me again.

There’s a difference between seeing his body as he waded into water and watching his chest heave, his eyes dark with lust, his fingers trembling slightly as he works his leather pants down after he kicks off his boots.

Once his leathers are past his rear, his cock springs into existence. My mouth is suddenly dry. Talk about a handle. There’s enough for me to grab, to take, to stroke and still marvel at its golden length.

Suddenly, I understand his desire to play with my cunt, readying me for him. There’s a notable difference between a limp cock and one that’s primed to mate, but I’m not worried. I trust the gods, and I believe that Thane is my one true mate. Our bodies are made for each other, and even if it doesn’t seem like we’ll fit, we have to.

I’ll make sure of it.

I tilt my chin, digging my shoulder blades into the moss. “I’m ready when you are, bandit.”

“Then hold on tight, demoness,” he quips, grabbing his cock. He twists his hand, stroking himself, making my mouth water to wonder what it would be like to taste him there, but that can wait. We either have a night or forever, I know that. Still, I want to have him claim me first before I explore the rest of him.

Thane is thinking along the same lines as me. Lowering himself to his knees, his casts his gaze over me, then follows it with a soft caress of his fingertips over the curls of my cunt. Another swipe of his finger, gathering the moisture there and pronouncing it suitable, he covers my body with mine before lodging the

So warm.

So hot.

When he finally joins us, pushing himself inside of me, there’s a split second that has me gasping, my claws digging into his back as an ache… a sudden pinch… a pressure is all-consuming until it’s gone, and all I know it what it’s like to be impaled on Thane’s other sword.

“Gods, yes,” I moan, even as he goes still on top of me.

I must’ve closed my eyes as he worked himself inside of me. I peek one open, seeing an expression of awe mingled with trepidation as he stares down at me.

“What?”

“Alana,” he grates out. “Are you… were you…” He gulps, his elbows shaking, though he’s strong enough to keep himself braced over me. “Are you alright?”

I laugh, breathless and daring, my hands releasing his back so that I can slip them into his curls. “I’m just dandy. But is that all you have, bandit?”

For a heartbeat, he simply stares at me, and then he laughs—rich and whole and utterly unguarded—and whatever restraint was holding him back just shatters. He gives me more, deeper, fuller, the bond between us flaring bright and fierce as pleasure crests and falls all while pulling us together.

Noctavara narrows to right now. To the way that Thane thrusts and, now that I know I can—and that it feels amazing to do so—I meet each thrust, our groins nearly sparking as we touch. He’s back to murmuring whispered promises, one hand keeping him steady, the other passing over my belly, my breast, my cheek.