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The sheets had bunched at Thrash’s hips. His pants were off, revealing a lot of obsidian flesh and the swollen head of his erection jutting past the blanket’s edge.

“Good idea.” I surged to my feet, but the covers had other ideas. They tangled around my calves and thighs like a sardonian constrictor. I wobbled and tilted. “Shit!”

Thrash gripped my waist and saved me from a face-plant. “Careful. Don’t bruise that beautiful body.” He patted my ass.

“Thanks.” I steadied myself and shimmied out of the heavy work clothes. They hit the ground with an audible whoomph.

Bigmistake!

Immediately a spike of intense cold cleaved through my flesh to gnaw on my bones. The temperature in the cave had dropped several shocking degrees. Either that or Thrash eating my pussy while I sucked his cock had made me so hot, I hadn’t noticed the cold. Probably the latter. Shivers wracked my body as I burrowed beneath the blankets and lay on my back, pulling the covers to my chin.

Thrash lay on his side facing me. He kissed my shoulder as he tunneled an arm beneath me and lay one over my middle, caging me in his hold as he pulled me against him. A lazy smile curled one corner of his mouth. He rocked his groin against my outer thigh. “Hi.”

I choked on a response. How could he possibly expect me to be coherent with that beast pressed against me, flesh to naked flesh?

Heat from the steely length of him soaked into my skin, branding me, and shot liquid fire into my veins.

He moved his hips again and his cock slipped and slid against my leg.

A battalion of butterflies seemed to take flight in my stomach and flutter into my chest, turning me breathless.

Inside the circle of his arms, I rolled onto my side and faced him. His heavy erection fell against me, head nudging the seam of my thighs. Fuck, I was already wet. I took a deep breath to rein in my out-of-control hormones and smiled. “Hi.”

He leaned in to kiss my neck. The hot swirl of his tongue and sharp nip of his teeth sent another jolt of molten heat from my core to my clit.

I placed my palms on his broad chest, letting my fingers explore the sleek feel of his scales. I drew my hands down his abdomen where scales gave way to ripples of muscle. Beneath my touch, his stomach trembled as I traced the ridges of his abdomen lower and lower. My knuckles grazed his jutting cock.

His hips jerked. A groan, deep and rough enough to be ripped straight from his soul, rumbled out of him.

The sound sank into every molecule of my being and caught fire. Dear gods but I needed more. More of him against me, filling me. My limbs felt jittery and restless. I threw a leg over his hip and pressed my heel into his thigh, urging him closer. His pheromones weren’t doing this to me. The groan, while sexy as all hells wasn’t the source either. The reason was Thrash—just him.

Mate.A word I never thought would be part of my vocabulary was harder and harder to deny.

He rolled me onto my back and rose over me looking like some god of pleasure I was ready and willing to worship. His molten gaze burned like undulating flames. “I need to be inside you.”

Forearms braced on either side of me, he held most of his weight off me and moved his hips. His cock, heavy and hot, slid with delicious, silky friction along the seam of my thighs. The head nudged into my damp curls. “Already so wet. Do you like what you feel?” His heated gaze held mine as he moved again and this time his shaft pushed between my folds.

Fog clouded my brain. My tongue felt too thick and heavy to form words.

Withdrawing, he held his body still above me. “I asked if you like this.”

“Thrash.” I breathed past the lust-induced fog. “Yes. I like it very much.”

“Do you want my cock in your mouth?”

This was torture. Could I die of pleasure? “Yes.”

“Inside your beautiful, wet cunt?”

“Gods, yes.”

“Which? Mouth or cunt?” His question was part groan part laugh. He still hadn’t moved.

The light but persistent pressure of his dick against me fueled a very sudden and very feral need. “Fuck me already.” I let my legs fall open and dug my nails into his ass.

Thrash hissed and his hips jerked. His cock pressed against my entrance. Despite the tight fit, I was so wet and slick, he easily pushed into me.

My body took him. One inch, more, growing thicker and thicker the deeper he sank. The movement stopped with a burst of burning pain that quickly melted into pleasure.