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His eyes met mine, as if he felt the same. The connection hit every molecule in my body, claiming me.

My mouth opened on a cry, sounding more cat than human. The intensity ruptured across my vision, suspending me in time. My pussy locked around him, an orgasm tearing through me. I bit down on his neck, my teeth sharpening at his bellow, tasting his skin, his essence. He pushed in so deep I jolted, shrieking like a feral animal.

“Kat!” His hot cum released inside me, drowning me in utter ecstasy. And I let myself go under, sinking to the bottom of Davy Jones’s locker. A moment of absolute peace and tranquility while I could still feel my body greedily milking and pumping his cock, taking all it could, leaving nothing.

His release trailed down my thighs as he continued to pump inside me. His fingers dragged up my leg, scooping his release and rubbing it over my clit, exploding another orgasm through me.

My spine snapped back, a deep moan sticking in my throat, losing my last bit of hold on this Earth, my grip around him strangling.

A loud, guttural noise came from Croygen, holding him in place for a moment, his body quaking, his muscles contracting. “Fuck! Katrina!” he bellowed. I felt it more than I heard it, experiencing his bliss as well as my own, making me black out for a moment.

His body collapsed over mine, cocooning us, our lungs heaving together for air, unable to move or speak. I let my eyes close, coming down from the high, the intensity causing me to tremble and jerk as though I were cold. Magic liquefied my muscles, and my mind completely splintered.

For a long time, we stayed like this, not able to speak or move.

Shiver me timbers… What the hell was that?

A sea of emotion tumbled me around like clothes in the washer as I came back to myself. My mind was stunned, my soul calm, my body completely content. Blissfully sedated. Which had never happened to me before.

Fear and reality started to trickle in, my heart pounding for other reasons.

“Fuck, Kitten.” Croygen exhaled, his breath brushing down my neck, slipping over my skin. Slowly he lifted his head, our gazes meeting, both of us searching for an answer to a question we didn’t even know. But I could feel it, the look in his eyes mirroring back in my own.

What just happened? This wasn’t normal, right?

Croygen adjusted his weight on his arms over me, making me feel him move deep inside me. My core fluttered around him, still gripping him tight, like it couldn’t get enough, hanging on for dear life, wanting more.

“Your pussy doesn’t want to let me go, Kitty-Kat.” A low moan emanated from Croygen, his lashes dropping, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. “And I told you,”—his mouth brushed mine— “I could get you purring.”

Oh. Gods.

My entire body locked up suddenly at the low vibration coming from my lungs, the hum of pure contentment, not even realizing I had been doing it.

Cat-shifters purred for various reasons, vocalizing different moods. Sex was different. Separate vocal cords were used, displaying a deep intimacy. Bonding. Something I had never felt or would show any previous lover. It was vulnerable and exposing. To do it with Croygen had humiliation burning my cheeks, dropping reality on me with a thud.

Pushing him off, I scrambled away. The instant his cock pulled out of me, his cum gushed down my leg, and what we had just done hit home even more. Howincredibleit had been. Howimpossiblygood.

And this made it worse.

“Oh gods,” I whispered. Sitting up, I turned away from him. I grabbed the closest piece of clothing, covering my chest, hiding the thing that made me weak, displaying such a vulnerability.

“Kat?” he spoke behind me, his voice sparking an instant response.

My gaze scanned the room, taking in what led us to this—naked in a horse barn, covered in blood, sweat, hay, and sex, surrounded by dead assassins. My attention went to the one lying face down, not too far away, the back of his head gone.

I had killed many men, but when he lunged for Croygen? All I saw was red. Death. The thought of him taking Croygen from me had me ready to chop him up into little pieces. The bullet was too quick and easy.

“Katrina?” Croygen’s fingers grazed my spine, making me bolt up. I needed to get away because if he touched me again, I would be lost, fighting the deep craving to curl up against him, letting him cover me like a blanket and bury inside me again.

I scrambled to find my clothes, rustling the hay. Croygen got to his feet. A groan worked up my throat, but I quickly swallowed it back.

He stood there naked, his thick cock coated in my arousal, his sculpted body covered in tattoos, cuts, blood, and scars, his dark hair a mess with hay sticking out of it. He looked like a pirate god come to life, ready to demonstrate his command over me.

Again.

My ass stung where he whipped me, making my thighs clench, stirring arousal through me. I had always been the more dominant one in bed. Some of the men I slept with may have thought they were in charge, but in the end, they were the ones babbling nonsense and screaming to me like I was a god, blacking out from the orgasm.

It had never been fair before, on equal terrain. But Croygen cut me at my knees.