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His gaze snapped back to mine, a smoldering satisfaction in his eyes. “Remember, you’re still recovering.”

“Tomorrow, I’m going to completely expose my identity as a hybrid. I need a distraction until then.”

“Read a book?” he suggested, though his breathing grew shallower. “Brew a potion? Learn new dance moves?”

I leaned forward and kissed him, my tongue gliding over his lips as I straddled him. The space in the tub was too limited, and my knees hit the sides. My head fell against his shoulder with a frustrated sigh.

“Or … this,” he murmured, and I laughed into his shoulder. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Yes, Sylvan. Stop worrying.”

He nudged my arm, and I sat back, settling on my side of the tub again. I stared openly at the glistening muscles along his back and his sculpted ass as he stepped out of the tub. I followed him out, and we toweled dry, heated glances passing between us with each moment. Neither of us spoke as we stepped into the living room and simultaneously glanced at Magdalena’s door.

With stifled laughter we made for the nest, but I shoved Sylvan onto the loveseat, and he collapsed with an oof. I crouched in front of the chair, between his legs.

“You’re supposed to be taking it easy,” he protested.

“I am.”

His breath stalled as my fingers wrapped around his thick length, my tongue collecting the drop of precum from his tip. As I stroked and sucked, his moans drifted down to me, and I could tell how difficult it was for him not to move. I squeezed his thigh firmly, a reminder for him to keep quiet. But fucking gods, I loved those sounds.

His head tipped against the back of the couch while I continued, my head bobbing up and down until he let out another strangled moan. His fingers flew to my head, but he didn’t tug—not hard. Then he was nudging at my shoulder.

I gave him a lick from base to tip before I released him, and he slid forward, pulling me upright. I was in his arms one moment, my legs around his waist, the head of his erection nudging against my entrance, and the next he was laying me on the blankets. I let out a soft sound of protest, and he chuckled against my neck. “I told you, we’re taking it easy,” he whispered against my collarbone.

“Taking it easy is bor—” His tongue swirled around my nipple, and I bit back a curse.

“And quiet,” he added with a grin before he kissed downward.

“You truly enjoy tormenting me.”

“Says the woman who was just sucking my cock when I’m supposed to be silent.” He grinned up from between my legs. “Consider this payback.” He kissed the inside of my thigh, and his warm breath made goosebumps of delight break across my skin. I was already clutching the sheets with anticipation. “Heat and ruts can leave things in a bit of a blur. So, this time I want you to remember everything. With vivid clarity. I want you dripping at the thought of my tongue—” A long drag of it against my clit had me shivering. “My fingers—” A digit pressed into me.

He seemed to have forgotten to say more, the rest of his words hanging as he devoured me with long strokes of his tongue, his fingers curling in just the right spot.

I arched into him, pressing my hand over my mouth to muffle my cries. I felt his grin against me as my hips flexed. He sucked on my clit and released it with a loud lip-smacking sound.

I damn near bit my own hand as my hips jerked. He laughed and moved to lay alongside me, swallowing all my moans with deep kisses as his fingers brought me to a shivering release. “Ready?” he whispered on the tail end of my bliss. He tugged me onto my side to face him and hoisted my leg over his waist.

“Yes, and I won’t break,” I promised him. I reached between us, grasping and stroking his length.

“Good, because I need you whole.” With that he pressed into my wet heat, stretching me bit by bit. I needed a moment longer than during my Heat to adjust, and he gave it to me, his fingers drifting over my body, squeezing and teasing, his lips and tongue running along my neck.

A fire ignited in my belly as he rocked into me with long, deep thrusts. He was unhurried, deliberate, but pleasure built with sure intensity. My hips wanted to slam against him with fervor, and he must’ve sensed it, because he pressed a hand against my ass, giving it a squeeze. “Slow,” he whispered.

“I will bite your nose off.”

His laugh burrowed deep into my chest, heat spreading through me as more of that sweet friction stretched like a taut bowstring. “Syl,” I mumbled, needing more.

“Shh.”

“Sylvan.”

He pulled back completely and left my body begging for more. As he sat up, he patted his lap. I draped my arms over his shoulder and straddled him, sinking down onto him and wrapping my legs around his waist. “No wild movements,” he said as I crossed my ankles behind his back, reveling in the fullness of our connection.

“You’re killing me,” I groaned. I stole the smirk from his lips with my own as I rocked against him. My nose grazed the side of his neck, and the sweet scent of his blood overpowered me. My mouth watered, my head grew light. I ground my hips harder against him, and his hands clamped down on my thighs.

“Easy,” he said, two overenunciated syllables.