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My eyes dropped to the pulse in his neck, still thrumming hard. I remembered the heat of his kiss, languishing in the near-memory. A small sigh escaped me.

His mouth ticked up into a half-smile. “What, Moira? I can see the wheels turning in your head.”

I shrugged one bare shoulder. “I was just wondering something.”

“That something being what exactly?”

If I wanted to know, I had to take the plunge. “Soulfire.”

His fingers curled to wrap my waist. “What about soulfire?” No inflection.

“I wonder…I mean…” I tried to find the words, the courage to ask him what I needed to know. He slid his hand over the curve of my hip and back up to my waist, waiting patiently.

“Why haven’t you mentioned it yet? If you feel the way you do about me, isn’t that something you’d want to share with me?”

Sex with Kol was mind-melting, but I knew he hadn’t given me soulfire. My sister had once told me it wasn’t something she could express in words, but something you’d recognize the instant it happened.

His gaze left the contours of my body, meeting my own. “I won’t bond with you in that way, Moira.”

My heart fell, my blood running cold. Clearing my throat, I managed to ask, “Because…it doesn’t burn that way for me?”

His hand continued its exploration of my body. He gave a sort of snorting laugh. “Oh. It burns that way.” His gaze raked over me, his words telling me the fire wasn’t remotely extinguished. “The truth is that my mother suffered terribly when my father died. They were heartbound, and the pain she endured was unbearable.” His fingers curved around my waist again, tightening. “I’d never do that to you. I don’t wish you to suffer. Ever.”

His words were ice, his eyes were molten—soft, filled with affection. My blood warmed at once. “But, Kol. Don’t you want that bond? Isn’t that what Morgonkind longs for?”

He shook his head. “Not at that price.”

I frowned. “You’ll suffer instead.” I lifted a hand, tracing his scar in the half-light. “Lucius told me the Morgon male is in pain around his mate till he can release it.”

“Lucius should keep his mouth shut.” He brushed a lock of hair off my shoulder. “Don’t worry about me. Just tell me you’ll have me.”

“I’ll have you.” I smiled. “As many times as you want. You’re not all that bad in bed.”

His hand drifted south again and pinched my bottom. “Kittycat likes to tease, does she?”

I laughed, squirming to get away. He threw a heavy leg across my thighs, leaning his chest partly against mine, easily containing me. Though in all honesty, I didn’t really want to get away.

“Moira, Moira, Moira. What am I going to do with you?”

I laughed, my chest rising and falling with the exertion, drawing his eyes. My brain hazed when he got that look, full of stricken desire—for me.

“Be still, Kittycat. I want to pet you.”

“Pfft.” I rolled my eyes, casting off an air of bravado, while my insides turned to jelly. “I’m not an animal, Kol.”

His hand trailed down my abdomen, sliding along the slick apex between my legs. I gripped his bicep, sucking in a sharp breath, feeling the muscle tense and ripple. No way was he budging.

“No. But you certainly like being petted.” I closed my eyes on a sigh, sinking into the sensation of his fingers working my sensitive cleft in a gentle rhythm. “Don’t you, Moira?” He spoke in a hoarse whisper. His voice moved closer. His thumb massaged my nub, making me even wetter as another finger probed my entrance in a slow circle, teasing. “Don’t you?”

I wouldn’t lie to him, not even when he was performing delicious torture on my body that deserved a false response. I would erect no more walls between us now that I’d crossed that threshold, giving myself to him body and soul.

“Yes,” I murmured, rocking up against his steady strokes. His mouth opened over mine, tongue taking possession of its domain.

Then he punished me for my teasing. And I knew I’d tease him again as soon and as often as I could.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Iawoke to muffled voices coming from downstairs. The candles on the three-tiered candelabra had burned down to one-inch stumps. I’d snoozed a long time.

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