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She looked up at him, and his expression looked hurt. “Sure. It reminds me not to get comfortable. This is probably lack of sleep talking.”

He touched her cheek. “How is your face?”

“Healed. My nails would be, too, but they are nails and not skin. You didn’t tell Syar, did you?”

“No. Why can’t he know what he did?”

“Because he was in pain and panic. I beat the hell out of the people who were taking care of me after the first problem and again after the assault. Penny took a lot of damage, and she blamed me for none of it.”

He frowned but then said, “Will you kiss me?”

“Why?”

“I need it.”

She nodded and lifted her face. He bent down, and their kiss was intense, and it left her shivering. Parts of her were waking that hadn’t been active in more than five years.

His hands stroked her back and rubbed her ass. He treated her tailbone to a slow massage, and his rough tongue carefully explored her mouth. The kiss continued for quite a while before he lifted his head and nuzzled her temple.

Her pulse was felt in all parts of her body, and he didn’t seem to want to stop cuddling with her. She murmured, “You are very warm.”

He smiled. “I am.”

“When is your rut happening?”

“Within the week.”

“So, that’s why I am here?”

“No. Syar needs you.” He continued to rub her back.

“Right.” She nodded. “Of course, he does.”

She glanced around. “I think you are musking up the linens.”

He chuckled. “Probably. Do you mind?”

“How often are the sheets on my bed changed?”

“Every day.”

“Damn it.” She yawned and looked at his chest. The smell was making her relaxed and warm.

“You look tired.”

“I have only gotten one nap in a tree for a few hours before you came looking for me.” She started to droop. “Where can I sleep?”

“I’ve got you.” He bent his knees and picked her up.

She curled against his chest, and he inhaled before leaving the linen closet and startling away the staff who had been huddled around the door. He walked to the office, and she heard the rumble of his talking, the concerned tones of Syar, and then she was out.

Her skin was warm, and the scent of food woke her.

Syar said, “Oh, there she is. Hello, Venetia.”

She opened her eyes and focused on Syar. “Oh. I should get off him.”

She moved to get off Reynaldo.

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