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Yes, a voice in my head reminded me, but Abby is a werewolf now. Even isolated as I was, the news of my sister-in-law’s miraculous transformation had reached me. Abby had survived a werewolf’s bite—and, eventually, killed her attacker. Eschewing a thousand years of prejudice and tradition, Cyrus made her his queen. I didn’t know all the details of my brother’s relationship, but rumor had it he was enamored of his unconventional wife. And Cyrus was pushing two hundred years old. He probably didn’t have to worry about Abby dying first.

Ahead, Harper crested the barely-there trail. A second later, she sucked in a breath. “Oh, my god, this is beautiful.”

I moved beside her, and my negative thoughts dissipated as I caught sight of her expression. She gazed at the scenery before us, her cheeks pink from the cold and the exertion of the climb. The freckles on her nose sparkled like gold dust in the waning sunlight.

“What is this place?” she asked. “Is that a lake?”

“It’s a hot spring,” I said.

Harper jerked her gaze to mine. “That water is warm?”

“Very. You want to go in?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You planned this. You knew we’d have to skinny dip.”

I tugged the end of one of her braids. “I may have hoped for it. I didn’t think this spot could get any more beautiful, but seeing a certain redhead naked in that water is probably going to change my mind.”

Lust glimmered in her eyes. Her full lips parted, and her breathing quickened. “I guess a quick dip wouldn’t hurt.”

“Wouldn’t hurt a thing,” I agreed.

Giggling like a pair of idiots, we stripped and waded into the water. Harper crowed with delight as she submerged herself.

“It’s like bathwater!” she exclaimed, wading deeper. When the water reached her hips, she faced me.

And I couldn’t contain my groan. She looked like a mermaid in the clear water, her taut nipples like two ripe berries. The spring lapped at her trim waist. Water invaded the sweet hollow of her navel.

“I’ve never been jealous of water until now,” I said, staring at her luscious tits.

A devilish look entered her eyes as she waded to me. “I know the feeling,” she said, spreading her palms over my chest. She pushed gently, guiding me toward the edge of the spring. I let her have her way, my heart speeding up with anticipation. My back hit the shore. Harper bit her lip as she trailed her hand to my dick.

“What are you doing?” I asked, a catch in my voice. The second she closed her fingers around my shaft, anything else I might have said drifted away. Now, I was probably capable of caveman grunts. Nothing more. Fine. Who needed speech, anyway?

Harper gazed up at me through the veil of her thick lashes. “I dreamed of this last night. Touching you. Putting my mouth on you.”

Holy fuck. Somehow, I managed to form a coherent thought, and I let it flow from my mind to hers. “I’m the one who’s dreaming.” Her clever fingers plied my erection, sliding up and down, up and down. Cupping my balls briefly before returning to my shaft.

“Can I?” she whispered. “Will you let me suck you?”

I set a record reaching back and shoving my body from the water. As I sprawled on the grass, she emerged after me, her body slick with water. The chill in the air didn’t have much power with the heat rising from the spring. Not that it mattered. A snowstorm could have hit and I wouldn’t have noticed. Not with Harper kneeling between my legs, one of her hands still pumping my dick.

“I love the way you look,” she said, her blue eyes on my cockhead. She flicked her gaze up to mine. “I love the way you taste.”

I’m dead. I’ve died and ended up in heaven somehow.

Water droplets glistened on Harper’s breasts. More water clung to the tiny patch of strawberry blond curls between her legs. Forget mermaid. She was a siren. And she was all mine. Something wild and ancient within me lifted its head, its fangs bared at the thought of anyone taking this woman away from me. Let them fucking try.

With another sultry glance, Harper lowered her head and sucked my cock into her mouth.

My groan was probably loud enough to cause an avalanche. My mind went immediately hazy, my thoughts reduced to monosyllables.

Warm.

Wet.

Perfect.

Harper’s mouth was all those things. She worked me slowly at first, licking and flicking her tongue over my cockhead as she continued to pump my shaft.