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“A odh.” His name tore from her lips.

“Yes. Again. Just like that.”

“Aodh.” Her throat was sore, and her chest vibrated around his name.

He was teaching her to say it in his Drahk language.

His was a harsh, obscure dialect with a unique lilt to it at the end, but speaking, it intensified the ache at the back of her already raw throat and caused strong tremors in her chest. It sounded more like Aad or Aed to her ears, but if she’d said it right to the man thrusting behind her, then she would scream it over and over. .. and over again.

Yes, Aodh had the grand idea that the best way to teach her his name and other words would be while he drove his long, thick cock inside of her—stretching her to the point of delicious pain.

This was the second tutoring round. The first lesson had been in the middle of the night while he had a two-handed grip on her ass with his face below her and buried between her thighs—licking her to a spine-bending insanity.

She straddled his head and was half out of her mind as he taught her how to scream ‘I’m coming’ and ‘Don’t stop. ’

She wasn’t sure outside of their suite in what capacity she would use any of the words, but still, she prided herself in being an apt pupil. Hell, if it stroked his ego, she was okay with that.

Aodh’s heat and broad chest pressed into her back as he leaned over her.

He kept a tight hold on her hips as he continued to piston forward while he licked along the shell of one of her ears.

More water sloshed out of the big tub onto the floor and up on her breasts from her position, bent over before him and holding the back of the tub.

His solid weight pressed her shoulders lower, causing her ass to lift higher and take more of his length inside as he groaned, “You feel good. Wet and tight.”

“Hmm.” She moaned, her sex clenching around him at his words. She kept her trembling thighs parted wide as her core began to rush toward completion.

“You want more?” He ground his hips and pushed his length deeper into her.

She rocked back into him. As many things as they had done through the night, she would have thought she couldn’t take more, but something about Aodh heightened her need. The more she got of him, the more she wanted.

“Yes, you do.” He nipped her ear lobe. “Tell me harder.”

“Harder.” The plea fell fast from her mouth, too anxious for the orgasm that was bubbling up inside. She needed him to continue hitting that spot inside her at the perfect angle.

“ Nois haedr .”

“Wha—?” Her mind was in a lust fog as she attempted to decipher what he was saying.

“ Nios...haedr, ” he repeated as he slipped a hand from her hip to her center. His nimble fingers stroked her clit.

“Ah!” She could barely remember to breathe or think, let alone string two new words together.

“Say it!” he commanded, his rough voice growling in her ear. “Say. It.”

“ Nios...nios haedr .”

Aodh pounded harder and continued a circular rub of her clit.

“ Nios haedr. Nios haedr. Nios haedr .” The Drahk words tripped over her tongue and out of her mouth, keeping time with the beat of his thrusts.

Without encouragement, she dipped lower and spread her knees wider.

His thickness hitting just the right spot made lightning bolts of heat shoot up her legs, down her back, and into her core.

Her short nails dug into the hard stone edge of the bath.

Before she could utter another word, she was screaming as her climax turned her into a quivering mess.

Aodh continued to drive in and out while her pulsating walls clenched around him. One of his hands tightened on her waist, and the other slipped up her back until he was gripping the curve of her shoulder, holding her in place as he pounded, pounded, pounded into her.

He came on a growl, his body stiffening behind her and his cock buried deep. Words came from him she’d yet to learn.

Her head drooped, hanging heavy between her outstretched arms. Her pants were breathy and loud as she attempted to gather herself and return to her senses.

Their sighs and pants filled the room.

Aodh recovered faster than she did. When he pulled back, she hissed and whimpered, partly because her sex was thoroughly used, tender, and swollen but mostly because she loved the feel of him inside of her. She hated it when they parted.

He gave her a quick smack to the ass. “When you are ready, get dressed.” She heard splashing behind her before he rose and stepped out of the bath.

Initially, he’d started the bath for her after he’d pleasured her that morning. However, it didn’t take him long to join her inside it. He started by washing her, only to bend her over the back of the tub and take her.

Would this madness for him ever end? Would she ever tire of having sex with him?

Not trusting her sore parts to the bottom surface of the tub, she shifted back and rested her backside on the heels of her feet.

She glanced at Aodh, who quickly dried his tall, massive form.

She noticed his still semi-hard length as he hung the towel on the rack.

She licked her lips and squeezed her thighs.

It didn’t take long to remember precisely why her throat was sore.

Every part of her body had memories of his taste and touch.

No. I will never tire of him.

But will he of me?

“Why do I need to dress?” Worn out, she had fantasized about watching him head off to work from beneath the covers in bed. She picked up the washcloth from the side of the tub and worked fast to bathe again.

“I want to show you and Morlie around some of the territory.” He leaned against the door with his shoulder propped against it and his arms crossed over his broad chest.

She admired his unique scale-like designs that covered most of his form. The blue glow that illuminated them all night and in the morning was no longer showing.

Dragging her eyes up from where they continued to dip below his waist, she met his turquoise-opal gaze. “Really?”

“Yes.” He frowned. “Why do you seem shocked?”

She shrugged and then got to her feet. “I thought maybe you wanted me to stay here. Keep out of the way.”

Quickly, she rushed over, picked up a long towel, and wrapped it around her body. Now that they were not having sex, she felt a little strange standing nude. Not that Aodh had not already seen her naked many times. All her thick curves made her a little embarrassed.

“You are never in the way. A lot was going on for you, and I wanted you to have time to rest and adjust before I dragged you around.” He took up his full height as he shook his head. “Now that Eilidh already brought you two out, I need to do more to acclimate you.”

“Sounds good.” Moving to the sink, Kai kept the towel under her arms as she reached for the supplies she needed to brush her teeth. “Hey!” she yelled as Aodh ripped the towel from her.

“Do not hide yourself from me, little flame.” Aodh’s tangerine-flint gaze held hers, brokering no argument. “I love the look of your lush form.”

She realized he knew what she was doing. With a simple nod, she took a deep breath to strengthen her resolve not to curl her shoulders inward.

When he saw she wouldn’t argue with him, he leaned down and kissed her.

She moaned when the tips of her breasts brushed his rigid, muscled torso, his heat searing her nipples as she gave in to the kiss. Her heart raced, and her sex pulsed, even though her body could not take another round now.

Aodh pulled back, ending the kiss. “After you dress, I’ll wait for you in the dining area for the morning meal.”

Dazed, she nodded.

Once Aodh left, she rapidly went through the motions of caring for her teeth and face, then tended to her hair. Once her long coils were fingered in place in a pattern she could live with, she rushed out of the bathroom.

In record time, she’d located a pair of lightweight orange pants and a top in the closet.

Next, she slid into her boots and donned her father’s drab-green jacket.

The outwear just made her feel at peace.

As she started to walk out of the closet, she reached into the top pocket and unsnapped the single button to touch their rings, which she used to connect to her parents.

She wanted to send up some silent words to let them know she and Morlie were all right now.

When she stuck her fingers inside, she didn’t feel anything. She shifted her fingers from left to right to ensure she hadn’t missed them.

Hm . She figured she had the wrong pocket and went to the other. Nothing.

She stopped. She checked the two lower pockets but came up empty. Her heart was pounding. She knew they were there before she first came to the suites.

Tana . She’d taken them and her other clothing. She’d repaired the jacket. Maybe the attendant removed them from the pocket while she was sewing it. Or had Aodh dropped them when he brought the coat back to her?

Oh, God, she hoped not. It had to be Tana. “Yes, that makes sense.”

“What makes sense?” Aodh questioned her from across the room.

Kai glanced up and saw the big man dressed in another of his usual attire of vest and pants.

Of course, he had heard her with his keen hearing.

She strutted across the room toward him at the table with platters of food.

Seeing it made her think of the ever-efficient Tana.

As always, the woman had entered while they were preoccupied and brought them their morning meal.

Why hadn’t she returned the rings yet?

“My rings,” Kai claimed the seat next to Aodh, who had risen when she arrived. “I realize Tana must have them since she fixed some of the holes.” She gripped the edge of one side, indicating the jacket to him.

He arched a brow as a flash of yellow ran through his markings. “You had jewelry?”