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Shelay back on the divan, a fiery beauty well aware of her effect on him. “Convinceme.”

“Teasingwitch.”Hemoved between her thighs, rolling her nipples till her hips rocked and the scent of her arousal grew undeniable.Thenhe caressed down her torso, running the backs of his fingers over her mons.

Lidsheavy,Poppylet her arms fall over her head, her knees opening wide in invitation.

Quakingfrom the effort not to fall upon her, he lowered his hand to her sex.Hisreverent fingers played with her moisture, daubing it on her clit, making everything slick.Whenhe delved one finger inside, the feel of her tight channel threatened to rob him of his new seed.

Itstruck him:Icould get a pup on her.“Areyou on anything?”

Sheshook her head, red locks gleaming on the divan. “Ican drink a tea in the morning, and we’ll be good.”

Hewas about to give her his seed.Stillin disbelief, he worked a second finger inside her sheath, filling her until she gave a throaty moan.Likehim, she neared her peak.

“Ah-ah.Don’tcome tillI’minside you.”Hethrust his fingers.Spreadthem inside her.Withdrewthem.Thrustthem deeper.

Sheshamelessly met his hand. “I’mready,Rök!”Shewas, her body opening for him like a bloom.

“HowamIdoing so far?Earningforever yet?”

Evenas tension built in them both, she joked, “Onelast part of youIwant to test-drive beforeIsign on the dotted line.”

“Thenlet’s get you behind the wheel.”Heslipped his fingers free and positioned himself in the cradle of her thighs.Thisis actually going to happen.Whenshe nodded, he realized he’d spoken aloud.

Eyesluminous—with arousal—she said, “Ifyou think you can handle it.”

Forthe first time in his long life, he wondered. . . .

SEVENTEEN

Röklooked wild in his lust, a hot, lathered demon rising ?above her, one who’d waited thirteen centuries for this.

Thechandeliers illuminated the changing contours of his face as he turned more demonic.Butthe harsh planes were just as stunning to her as his fantasy-worthy body—his brawny arms flexing, his torso muscles rippling down to his narrow waist.Thecrown of his straining cock glistened.

Forme.

Theprospect of his size and his bite might have given her pause, but she figured both would be as sublime as everything else they’d shared.

Trustinghim, she reached up to feather her fingers over the wounds across his rigid chest.He’dearned those injuries fighting her curse.Yethe was also rapidly healing because of her.Alreadythey were connected.

“Youare exquisite, mate.”Heteased her nipples between his fingers, gently plucking them as she arched to follow the sensations. “I’llbe fighting off rivals for eternity.”

Allattitude, she said, “IfIsign on.”Butshe had.Poppywasn’t just his;Rökhad been meant for her too.Fatehad it right.

“Havemy work cut out for me, then.”Whenthe tip of his cock kissed her damp entrance, he hissed in a breath.Hefisted the base of his shaft to guide it home.Atilt of his hips . . . nudging, nudging inside her hungry core.

Hereyes widened at the fullness, but she rocked up for more.

“Darkgods, you’re hugging the head.”Ashe pressed into her, stretching her, a growl rumbled from his chest.Inchby inch, he fed her his length, sweating from the effort to go slow.

Abead descended from his neck and clung to one chiseled pec.Shetraced the drop to his nipple, scraping the wet tip with her nail.

Despitehis shudder of delight, he grated, “You’retesting my control?Ademon on the verge of losing it?”

“Yes!Handleit, merc.”

Hesqueezed his eyes closed.Whenhe opened them, he nodded and continued his inexorable claim.Asan aura of smoke surrounded them, he grated words inDemonish.

“Whatdid you say?”