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“Do you always talk so much?”

“No one’s ever complained about my dirty talk before.” He chuckled. “I don’t even do talk, but I haven’t been rough for a very long time. Now, little dagger, I need to be rough with you and fuck you however I want.” His voice turned to a dark whisper, and I wouldn’t even have heard him if I hadn’t had superior hearing. “You’re made for me, and I wonder if a man like me can still hope, as you’re probably the only one who can free me. Then I can have you sit on my cock day and night without care.”

I didn’t understand. What did he mean that I could free him? From whom or what? Yet his erotic promise of having me sitting on his cock day and night heated my blood.

And I should probably tell him that this form of mine was a virgin, so I wasn’t sure if being very rough was a good idea. Before I could voice either my questions or concern, he thrust into my depths with one powerful move.

Fireworks of pleasure hit my nerve endings, and I cried out as he thrust in and out of me with abandon. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixed with the lapping sound of water in the tub.

“So fucking tight!” he hissed, sheathing himself deep in me, one hand fondling my breast hard, his other hand grabbing my hip to anchor me while he thrust and thrust.

My pussy gloved him tightly, needing and wanting. I breathed hard, my mouth open like a fish, not sure if I wanted oxygen or water. A couple more brutal thrusts and I would climax. It’d be my first. I threw my head back, waiting for the waves to hit, and I’d roar my orgasm.

An angry bellow broke out, pumping dismay and apprehension into me while lust still strummed in my every fiber.

“Who the fuck is there?!”

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A blink, and I was no longer bent over, being fucked in the golden tub. Instead, I stood in a stupor in Luna’s bathtub. Strong water from the showerhead plummeted onto my face, my curled golden hair lathered with shampoo.

The prince of the House of Chaos was gone. It was like the force of reality had just torn apart the fabric of our private world and snatched me back.

A panicked realization hit my head like a brick.

Fuck! The panther shifter had returned. He wasn’t supposed to be back so soon.

But I didn’t know how much time had passed since I had become entangled with Killian in his dream walk. I had put myself in danger with both my guard and my pants down.

I turned off the shower and grabbed a large towel from the rack in a rush. I had barely wrapped it around myself when the door was kicked open. Luckily, the towel covered most of my small form from my shoulders to my knees. Unluckily, Javier charged in, Luna at his heels.

They stared at me, more shocked than I.

“Hey guys, how’re you doing?” I greeted, smiling at them as I pulled the towel tighter around myself. “Good to see you.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Javier yelled, his nasty small eyes on fire.

“Taking a shower?” I offered.

“Do you know whose place this is?” Luna drawled in a hard voice.

“Yours, Luna,” I said humbly. “The door was open, so I invited myself in.”

“You didn’t close the door, Javier?” Luna chided. “You left after me. You gotta close the door next time. I’m a high-profile shifter in the house now. The last thing I want is to provide convenience for anyone to invade my privacy.”

She thought she was high profile because she was fucking the prince’s royal cousin.

Javier narrowed his eyes on me, making them even smaller. I squinted at him while waving a hand, wondering if he could still see me.

“I closed the fucking door,” Javier cursed in fury before he sniffed.

Shit, the scent of my arousal from a moment ago lingered in the air.

“Did you jerk off in my bathtub, Little Bob?” Javier demanded.

Heat rose in the slits of his eyes. He couldn’t help it, and he hated that he was now aroused too and that I was the source.

“What, dude?” I flushed. “How could you even say things so gross and insane?”