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He leads us through the to the glass overlooking the sparkling ocean. Moonlight cuts across it in bright streaks of silver. On either side of the room, countless creatures linger, unaware of the truth of what’s happening in their surroundings.

“Can they hear us?” I ask, licking my lips.

“Only if you’re too loud.” He hoists me up and pins me against the window with his thighs nestled between mine. My dress rides up as my legs wrap firmly around his waist. I cannot stop the mewl crawling out of me as his hardness brushes against my sex through his pants. “You’re going to have to be very, very quiet.” He nips my earlobe. “Do you think you can manage that?”

I nod. The glass is a cooling balm against the desire coursing beneath my skin.

His thumb traces the wet seam of my lips with light pressure. It’s a silent request, one I’m all too happy to oblige. I take his thumb into my mouth and run my tongue along it. If possible, his eyes darken further, and a familiar sense of power surges through me. He is mine to pleasure. Mine to command, to fuck, to love. I suck his thumb gently, lavishing his digit the way I’d rather be working the thick, velvet flesh straining between us.

He grinds against me in time with my sucking, and my eyelids flutter shut as I lose myself in the sensation of him among the chatter and music happening all around us.

My eyes spring open as he tears his thumb from my mouth.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he growls quietly.

He slips his hand between us and hikes up my skirt before dipping below the waistband of my lacy underthings. Deft fingers part the flesh waiting for him, and he plunges two into me, the thumb I’d just lavished stroking my clit. His eyes are on mine as he pleasures me, his lips parting as he edges me closer and closer. A near audible moan escapes me, and he smothers it with a kiss. His tongue caresses mine as he devours me, fingers curving within me to caress the tender spot he knows will bring waves of pleasure.

His mouth releases mine. “Do you want to come on my fingers or come on my cock?”

“Like you even have to ask,” I pant.

He withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. “Cock it is.”

He unfastens the laces to his breeches ever so slowly, eyes igniting as I touch myself.

Creatures mill around the room, some even lingering as close as the wall two feet away from us.

“How can they not scent or hear what’s transpiring?” I ask, voice whisper-soft.

“I’ve blanketed the air with the scent and sound of the sea,” he says, stroking his length. “It’ll mask us.”

Want crackles through me like lightning. I hope this feeling never fades, this all-consuming desire for every piece of him. He brushes the crown of his cock through my slick. Once. Twice. I’m overcome by the need for him, his length, as I coat him.

“Beg me to fuck you, Rory,” he commands gruffly.

My need escapes in a shuddering gasp. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me, Quill.”

He sinks into me, hands tightening on my thighs as he does. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

I laugh at that. He’s the beautiful one. Perfect in every sense of the word. I only ever feel beautiful when he looks at me. But I feel especially beautiful when he looks at me like this—eyes heavy lidded and sparkling with awe as if I lassoed the moon and hung the stars and charted the constellations just for him.

He starts to move. Deeper, harder. My heat envelopes him, and it’s all so exhilarating. I can’t help but look around us and wait for someone—anyone—to take notice of the pleasure he’s wringing out of me as if it’s the last night he can. I can’t deny the small part of me that wants them to see us.

I drag my fingers through his hair, forcing his face down to mine for a savage kiss. It’s a claiming kiss, a bruising one, that perfectly expresses all my fears about the Challenge, about tomorrow, and whether or not this night will be our last in each other’s arms.

“Don’t think like that,” he murmurs, cupping my cheek. “No matter what happens, our threads are bound. I will always find you. In this life and every life hereafter.”

It’s a promise he’ll keep, this mate of mine.

And when my muscles clench and I come along his cock, he shatters within me.

I whisper against his lips, “The table is next.”

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