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Of course, when I pulled the thing open, his hand wrapped around my bicep.
He was trying not to justgrabme, I could tell. But if he was new to boobs, vaginas, and all other things womanly, then he probably wasn’t even surehowto grab me.
I found myself pulling his hand off my bicep and dragging it down to my hip. He stilled behind me as I turned my back to his chest, and froze in place when I stepped back far enough that my ass met his crotch.
His erection pressed against my butt, thicker and harder than I knew was fucking possible.
I tried to ignore it, and my stupid fucking screaming conscience as I grabbed his other hand and put it on my other hip.
“If your hands are on me, they’re not ripping anyone apart,” I told him in a low voice.
He didn’t respond.
If that was his first time touching a woman, and he’d really been alive for centuries, I didn’t blame the guy for being speechless. First times were a weird, unique thing for everyone.
Even ancient fae bastards.
Our bodies remained practically glued together as we stepped through the doorway.
My heart pounded a hell of a lot faster than it should’ve, and not because we were stepping out into a lion’s den—because of the gigantic rock digging into my ass, and the massive hands on my hips. Those damned palms were so big, and my shorts were so short, that he could’ve dragged his fingers over my bare thighs if he’d tried.
Luckily, he didn’t try.
Or unluckily. I guess it probably depended on your perspective.
But that thick strip of his six-pack pressing against my back made me consider another perspective.
A newer, riskier one.
I wouldn’t let myself think about it, though.
“This female is mine,” Calian told the group, his voice low and certain. “She wishes to let you smell our combined scent, so you can realize she’s not yours. Form a line.”
The other men didn’t move smoothly, or follow any sort of rhythm, but they made their way into a haphazard line that stretched toward us.
Calian held me securely in place against his chest as the first man stepped up to us. His grip on me tightened as the other man leaned in. The man’s nostrils flared as he inhaled.
A moment passed, and then he stepped back, turned, and strode back into the forest I’d hiked through.
Calian’s grip tightened when the next man stepped forward and repeated the movements of the first. It tightened again with the third man, and again with the fourth.
He was holding me like I was his fucking lifeline as the line of fae dudes kept moving. His grip on me was so tight it borderlined on painful, but I loved it.
Ifuckingloved it.
I’d never had anyone hold me like that before. Like I mattered to them. Like if anyone made a wrong move toward me, they’d find the end of their lives in the hands that held me so fiercely.
It unnerved the hell out of me too, though.
When the crowd finally dispersed, I eased myself away from Calian. He was reluctant, but let me go without a complaint.
The distance I put between us when I took a couple of steps away helped me breathe a lot easier.
“Now, we fly,” Calian told me, his gaze intense as he stared at me.
I jerked my head in a nod, looking at the forest and focusing my attention out there.
I just wanted…
