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"Us starting in this shower." Fen stroked his dick, making him hiss at her tightening wet palm around him. Khan glided his hands over her curved hips and cupped her. His fingers explored her and found her already slick.
"Okay, I lied. I already started without you," Fen purred and dragged her teeth over his nipple.
Khan grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with one hand. "Naughty little witch. Were you touching yourself without me?"
Fen looked up at him and batted her lashes. "You took the charm off me and then went in here by yourself. I've been very clear about what your magic does to me."
Khan's finger slid inside her, making her gasp and widen her legs for him. "I think we need to make some rules about you touching this pretty pussy when I can't see it."
"You can make as many rules as you like, my prince. I'll still touch myself whenever I like, especially when I feel neglected."
"Neglected, is it? We can't have that." Khan added a second finger, his dick weeping at the need to get inside her. Fen's back arched, her breasts rising invitingly. Khan lowered his head to suck one of her hard nipples into his mouth. Fen ground up against his hand, beautiful helpless sounds coming from her.
"More, Khan, please. Fuck," she murmured, and his restraint snapped. He pulled his fingers free, lifted her up, and Fen wrapped her legs around his waist.
Khan's vision blurred as he sank himself deep inside of her. He tried to catch his breath, but Fen wasn't in a mood to allow it. She began to roll her hips, and he almost spilled inside her. She was always going to drive him insane with desire; her body was built for his in every way.
"Stop that," he growled, smacking her on the ass and making her jump.
Her eyes flashed with golden light. "You better get moving, or I'm going to finish the job myself."
"You aren't going anywhere until I let you." Khan kissed her roughly, his hand dropping hers so that he could wrap it around the base of her throat and pin her to the wall. His other hand gripped her tattooed thigh tight, and he pulled her down roughly onto his dick.
Fen gasped, her legs tightening around him. "Yes, Khan. Like that."
He didn't need any further encouragement. They both liked their sex rough and desperate. Not that he had another choice; as soon as he was inside of her, all he wanted to do was take and take until they were both breaking from pleasure. Fen's hands scratched up his back and chest, her gorgeous mouth open as he fucked her deeper. Her tight pussy clenched around him, and her eyes flashed gold, a sure sign she was getting close.
"That's it, my gorgeous wolf, come on my cock for me. Let me feel it." Khan's hand curved under her, his fingers stroking her over her ass the way she liked. Fen's nails dug into him for purchase, and she met him thrust for thrust, riding his cock and hand.
"That's it, Fenrys, scream for me," Khan groaned, his release sparking down his spine. He changed his angle, hitting her limit with every deep stroke. Fen obeyed and screamed his name, sending him straight through his orgasm without warning. He clung tightly to her, both of them panting and shaking.
Khan kissed her, Fen's lips taking as desperately from him as he was from her. They both knew that they might only have that night and would make the most of it.
When he could breathe again, he lowered her back to her feet. Without a word, he soaped up her hair. Fen hummed when he massaged her scalp. He liked treating her tenderly almost as much as he enjoyed the intensity of their lovemaking. She had told him how she had never had someone care for her in gentle ways, and it made him want to make up for every ounce of affection she had never had.
"You know, your eyes glow like a real wolf's during sex," he said.
"Does that worry you?" she asked, a slight thread of uneasiness in her voice.
Khan pulled her into the cradle of his body. "Not even a little bit. It's how I know when I'm about to make you come."
Fen laughed softly. "Such a man."
"Never doubt for a second that everything about you arouses me." Khan buried his face into her neck and breathed her in. "Especially your wolfie side."
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Fen ran a comb through her hair and watched Khan brew tea. It was simple and easy like it had been for many of their evenings in the past few weeks. She didn't want to believe that it had been a stolen time; they would have such simple nights again.
I love you, she had tried to say it so many times, and her tongue always failed her. He could be crowned tomorrow, and would a king still want an ex-slave in his bed? She pushed that inner voice away, refusing to give it space to get louder.
Fen finished combing out the snarls in her hair, and her magic tingled on her fingertips. "I'm going to weave some small protection braids into my hair. Would you like one too?"
Khan smiled. "Sure. I'd love to know how you do that kind of magic. You know what us Atrahasi are like with our braids."
"I do. Maybe when I'm done, you could do a braid in my hair too," she said, trying to keep her voice light. It didn't work. Khan's eyes went wide, and he put his tea down.
"What type of braid?" he asked slowly.
