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“Fuck. You’re on.” He wrapped one arm around me, caging me. His muscled bicep covered my entire middle while he worked magic with his other hand, rubbing his fingers toward my entrance and dragging them back until he pressed my clit through my pants.

The room seemed to tilt.

My hips jerked, but I quickly locked down the reaction. This was fun. He’d have to work for that scream. I let out a breathy little laugh. “My turn.”

The squeeze between us was tight, but I guided my hand over his pants, down his length. The material gathered and smoothed beneath my palm until I could curl my fingers beneath the base of his shaft and cup his balls.

He grunted and jerked. His bicep flexed against my abdomen and his hand cupping my pussy spasmed.

I bit my lip to hold in the scream begging to escape and banged my head against his shoulder.

“Enough,” he growled between ragged breaths.

My lips curled in a triumphant smile. “I knew?—”

In one quick motion, Thrash let go of me and took hold of the front of my waistband. A soft snicking sound preceded the muffled thump of my dagger holster hitting the floor. Another tearing noise filled the room, and my pants sagged open. He pressed his fingers into my damp curls and parted my slick folds. “You are so fucking wet. Can you feel that?”

The sound of my pleasure came out as a hiss between my teeth. Something low in my belly pulled taut. I started to run my hand up his shaft, but he grabbed my arm and pulled it out from between us.

“No more games. Let me do this for you.” Thrash released my arm to gently grasp my throat, holding me still while his free hand dipped between my legs. He pulled me against him, molding my back to his chest. Even through my shirt, his scales radiated enough heat to warm my chilled flesh.

I swallowed. My throat bobbed against his palm. This intimacy was something I’d resisted but thought about since I’d found him working out, sweaty and breathing hard. I’d gotten out of there as fast as I could, but I’d had a look. The man had been invading my dreams ever since. His impressive body covering mine. That thick dick I’d glimpsed when he traveled naked from the shower to his quarters, that I felt right now branding itself against my backside, filling me. Fucking me.

Holy constellations! This wasn’t a dream. This was the real deal. My body quivered and tensed with anticipation.

“Relax, Tori.” His pheromones flared, so powerful my muscles went loose and head fell back to rest against his shoulder.

The smell of him invaded deeper and deeper with each breath I drew, until his scent filled every cell of my being. I went boneless against him. My core felt hot and liquid—ready.

“Yes. Like that. Mmm.” His hum of arousal was a level of sexy that defied description. He began tracing light circles around my entrance, not quite giving me what I wanted.

I gripped his thighs while my trembling legs fell open, inviting him inside.

“That’s a good girl.”

That did it. I whimpered and squirmed beneath his touch. My nipples tightened to the point I was pretty sure they could cut glass. They ached in the best way. “I swear, if there isn’t some part of you inside of me in the next minute, I might combust.”

He chuckled. With his large body curled around me, he leaned over my shoulder to press his cheek against mine. Our ragged breaths mingled. “Scream for me,” he whispered and plunged his finger inside of me.

My hips bucked, and I gasped, nearly drowning beneath a wave of instant, intense pleasure. After so many fantasies about this moment, the feel of his long finger deep inside of me was almost unbearable.

Thrash dragged his finger back, nearly withdrawing, and reversed the action, pushing inside. Over and over, harder and faster. Each time he delved into me, his thumb circled my clit.

Harsh pants and the wet, sucking sound of his finger slipping in and out created a symphony of sex inside the cave. His heat surrounded me. His scent filled me.

My legs shook. I was close. So close. His hands were big and fingers strong, but this wasn’t enough. “More,” I demanded.

“If you insist.” He pushed a second finger inside of me.

I tried to look down, to watch his pumping fingers, but the hold he had on my throat, the light grip of my jaw, prevented that.

A growl of frustration left me. “Still not enough,” I said and wiggled my ass against his cock. “I thought you said you’d make me scream?”

The deep chuckle that vibrated against my back sent a cascade of shivers over my body, my nipples tightening once again. “Feisty little human. I’ve got what you need.”

A third finger joined the party, stretching me. My core clenched, and I shuddered.

“Better, but not enough,” I panted, completely undercutting my claim. It was enough. Everything was so damn good, but I wanted his dick inside of me, not his fingers.