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My body wasn’t nearly as fascinating as Arran’s.

I drifted back into the pool, savoring the heat as it permeated my limbs. My eyes found Arran, watching me from the edge of the pool. And still wearing all of his clothes.

“Unfair.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “I’m enjoying myself immensely.”

“You cannot even see me.”

The other eyebrow rose to join the other. “Look down.”

I did—and gasped. I could see every curve of my body, all the way down to where my toes touched the bottom of the pool. The glowing blue light lit my body in an iridescent glow. Every angle, every roll of soft skin, every curve—on display. And Arran stood up above me, enjoying himself immensely—as he’d said. The evidence was in his burning eyes—and the rigid outline of his cock against his leather trousers.

“Unfair,” I said again. Sharper this time.

I wanted him naked and pressed against me. No more games.

“You were torturing me. Maybe I should torture you.” But he tugged off the leather vest. Then the tunic. Until he was bare-chested.

I didn’t get to see him like this enough. Too many stolen kisses in the darkness of our tent, quick and brutal fucking in the forest, with our clothing pushed aside. I stared up at his Talisman. I knew Gwen and Osheen must have their own markings, though I’d never seen them. I was vaguely curious. So vague, the thought barely registered.

How could I think of anything else with Arran before me, staring down at me with lust and love in his eyes?

“Get in.”

The corner of his mouth twitched in a smirk.

But he didn’t argue. He unfastened his trousers, kicked off his boots. My breath caught in my throat as the glorious length of his cock sprang free.

Twelve inches of perfection. So thick. I’d had his fingers inside of me, thick and rough and so skilled at manipulating my pussy until I was quivering and squirting everywhere. But nothing compared to that perfect cock. The slight curve. The heaviness of his balls pressed against me when he sheathed himself fully, deeply.

Thank the Ancestors I was in the water already. The stream of wetness flooding from my pussy was entirely out of control.

“If you do not get in the water and fuck me now, I think I will die.”

Arran’s rough laugh echoed off the walls, up and up and up until it mingled with the starlight. But he didn’t torture me any longer. He climbed into the water on feet much steadier than mine had been. Before I could draw in another breath, he’d crushed me against his chest.

My breasts pillowed out against his hard chest, my entire body curving around his harder one. My legs went around his waist, letting him take my weight. He was so tall, he stood easily in the deep pool. I felt his legs bend beneath me, seating me in his lap as he leaned back against the edge of the pool.

“Ancestors, oh, oh, oh.” His cock was rubbing up against my clit. The heat of the water, the roughness of the wiry hair around his cock, the rigid length… it was so much. Too much. Not enough.

“I told you the only name I want on your lips is mine,” he growled against my mouth. He caught my tongue between his teeth and bit down hard. My mouth flooded with blood. Arran sucked it up greedily before the immortal blood in my veins healed the small wounds.

He didn’t have to tell me again.

He flicked his thumb over my clit, and I tilted my head back until my entire upper body was floating in the water. And I roared.

“Arran, Arran, please,” I heard myself begging. If there were any faeries nearby to hear, I didn’t care. He wanted to hear me crying his name? I’d give him that.

That and more.

“Arran, I want to come. I need to come. Please, please, please.” I’d never begged for anything like this in my life. But I knew in that moment, I’d always beg for him. Him, and nothing else. No one else.

“Yes, my love,” he growled, increasing the pressure of his thumb as I ground myself against him. His other hand held my hip, keeping me from bucking out of his grip entirely. “You belong to me. You aremine.”

I couldn’t argue with that.

Neither could my body.