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She glanced up to see him watching her with smoky eyes. She smiled and sucked him deep into the pocket of her cheek.

“Yes,” he said between gritted teeth. He tightened his grip on her nape, guiding her to please him.

She continued working her mouth up and down him, loving that she could excite him like this.

When she got tired, she scraped her teeth lightly over the cap, and his groan told her how much he liked it.

She palmed his balls. They were cool and tight. She rolled the sacs between her fingers.

He let her suck him a few more times, and then stopped her, saying, “I want to be inside you.”

“Mm.” She licked him one more time—a leisurely slide of her tongue up and down his heavily veined erection that had him muttering a curse.

When she lifted her head, he reached for her. “Give me a kiss.”

She straddled him again and fitted her mouth to his. He framed her face with his hands and stroked his tongue over hers, firm and self-assured. A man preparing to take his woman.

He kissed her until she was panting for breath and squirming against him, and then he lifted her away from him. She gave a groan of protest and his mouth quirked.

“Easy, angel. You’ll get what you want.” He flipped her onto her stomach and smacked her bottom. “Raise your hips.”

Jace watched as Evie obediently propped herself on her forearms, her pretty round ass lifted to him. She was all smooth pale curves. Her scent filled his head, tart with arousal.

He’d never told anyone the whole story about him and Takira, and it had left him churned up inside. Scraped raw—but with the promise of peace. Maybe not today, but someday soon.

Now he just wanted to forget. Seeing Evie in such a graceful, submissive posture triggered the dominant male animal in him.

Lust punched through him. He wanted to fuck her long and hard, hear her make those sexy little moans that went straight to his dick.

He wanted to fuck her soft and slow, until she was begging to come—and then he wanted to make her scream.

He covered her body with his and speared his fingers in her short platinum locks. His cock was hard enough to drive spikes. It nudged against her ass, but he ignored it to nibble at her nape.

She made a sound of pleasure and arched her back, pushing that heart-shape bottom up against his erection.

His heart smacked against his ribcage. Every muscle in his body strained to take her.

He grabbed a condom and rolled it on, even while his animal grumbled at putting anything between him and that lush pink perfection.

He probably didn’t have to. Fada didn’t spread diseases to humans and vice versa, and it was rare that a fada impregnated a female who wasn’t his mate.

But it could happen, and he didn’t want to take the choice from her.

Evie’s breath shuddered in. She glanced over her shoulder at him, her pupils so dilated her eyes appeared almost black.

He placed himself at her center and thrust home. Her body clenched around his, tight and hot.

Yes. Fuck, yes.

He withdrew almost to the tip and thrust in again. Taking her slow and hard and perfect.

She made a high, needy sound and he curved his body over hers, scraping his teeth over her nape, tonguing the turn of her shoulder.

She gasped his name. “Please. I need…”

He took one of her hands and brought it to her clit. It was slippery and swollen with arousal. “Touch yourself.”

She rubbed herself, shuddered.

He cupped her chin, drawing her head back so her spine arched.

“Harder,” he told her. “Make yourself wet for me.”

She shook her head, and he knew it was more that she was dazed than that she was saying no, but he nipped her shoulder anyway.

“Evie.” He put all the force of his dominance in his tone.

Fada males liked to master their women in bed, and his animal craved this.

But he would’ve backed off if he couldn’t tell it was exciting her as much as him.

At his tone, she squeezed around him like a hot fist, and he nearly came out of his skin. Holy Mother Goddess.

He felt her fingers move beneath his as she began playing with herself in earnest.

He dragged in a breath, his muscles shaking with the need to drive into her harder. “That’s it.” He set both hands on her hips as he rocked slowly out of her and then back in. “Touch yourself. Just like that. Make yourself come.”

He couldn’t see her touching herself, but he could picture it. The visual filled his head with a dark heat.

Lost in pleasure, he didn’t even question why it was so important that she submit to him. He just pumped in and out, teeth gritted at how good it felt.

His quartz brushed over her back, and that felt good, too. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought, That’s fucking odd. Because even a casual touch of his quartz by the wrong person could send a shock of pain through him. But as he’d told Evie, magic had its own logic.

Just before he came, his quartz heated against his chest. He glanced down to see that the smoky gray and purple was shot through with emerald.

And suddenly, he just knew . She was his mate.

Damn, he was an idiot.

He growled in helpless surrender—and then thrust into her, hard and deep until he touched her womb.

She moaned and twisted under him, saying his name over and over, and then changing to please please please .

And in the end, she screamed.