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She had a moment’s awareness that her heart felt lighter.

He slowly sat up. His complexion still hadn’t fully recovered. “I need more.”

“I can tell you do.” She could feel his requirements like a vibration in her chest informing her exactly how much she needed to deliver in order to take care of him. She wondered if this was true for his doneuses as well. Could they sense his need as she did right now? “Do you want to take from my neck?”

His eyes darkened and his gaze dropped to her throat. “Yes.”

She flipped her hair back so he could get a good look. She could feel her vein pulsing, ready to give him all that he desired.

The problem was, her own needs had formed a demanding symphony in her body and it went a lot farther than just his fangs in her throat. His scent teased her, though she could hardly define it. But it was sensual and smelled fresh, like a quick stream moving over rocks. There were undercurrents of gritty sand and moss and flowing water.

She slowly unbuttoned her green leather vest. “If we’re going to do this, Stone, to get you fully healed, I need something as well, something I’ve wanted for weeks now. And I’m not holding back.”

He lowered his chin and stared at her hard. He dropped his hand to his lap and pulled the towel away, setting it on the slab. Her gaze fell to his arousal. He slid his fist around his cock and began to pump slowly.

A shiver chased over her body and she ached so deep within her well that she could hardly breathe.

She took her time removing her vest. She wore no bra so that his eyes flared the moment her stiff nipples came into view. His fist went faster.

Getting out of her boots and pants was a much less elegant process so she made quick work of it. Having gone commando, she now stood naked in front of him.

He wore a dazed expression and he held his hand very still.

They’d barely done anything and he was on the verge.

She drew close and caressed the hand that held his cock. “You’re a beautiful man in every way.”

He searched her eyes and a pained expression crossed his face. “You don’t have to do any of this, Aralynn. I need you to know that. You’re my battle partner and I want to do right by you. A blood donation would be enough.”

At that, she shook her head. “I need to be with you, Stone. This isn’t pity-sex. Trust me.”

“Are you sure?”

She leaned in to kiss him, then drew back holding his gaze. “I’m doing this because I’ve wanted you from the time you saved those troll kids. It’s as simple as that.” The fae part of her kept sending sharp warnings that she should tell him the truth about who she really was. But right now, her wolf had command and, as Aralynn, she was not letting the moment pass without being with him fully.

He nodded. “I’ve wanted you as well. I’ve had dreams about you. I’ve craved you.” His eyes fell to half-mast and seated as he was now on the side of the marble slab, his hands landed on her hips. He spread his legs wider and drew her close.

She slid her arms around his neck and his lips met hers,

but not gently. Instead, it was a strong pressure that had her making warbles and coos in her throat. She wiggled her hips until she was smashed up against him and could feel the solid line of his cock against her abdomen.

Her coos turned to a series of moans.

He drew back and searched her eyes. “One last chance.”

Her lips curved. “What are you waiting for, Mastyr. I’ve already said yes.”

In a sudden whirl of motion, Stone levitated, picked her up with both arms then laid her out on her back on the slab of marble. At about the same time, he pulled her beneath him.

She was a very physical woman, this shifter part of her, and she loved that he was strong enough to make the aerial move. This was all Stone, his ability, his muscles, his strong warrior physique.

She felt him, the size of him, what she’d seen him hold in his fist. He settled his palms beside her shoulders and kept himself suspended above her. He held her gaze with the ferocity of his green eyes, his mossy irises with shards of gold.

This was her time with Mastyr Stone, no matter what happened in the future.

His gaze fell to her neck and the moment it did, she once more tilted her head in response, exposing the long line of her waiting throat.

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