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Her lips break free from mine, and I attempt to chase them for a moment before I blink down at her. A teasing smile flits on her lips from where she has leaned back to evade me. She is so beautiful with her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with pleasure that I am captivated. If I did not already adore her, I am certain that in that moment I would have discovered my love for her.

“Are you sure about this, Ro?”

“I have never been more certain about anything in my life,” I whisper.

Her eyebrows raise but I see the pleasure dancing in her eyes at my words. “I thought you were waiting until you find your mate.”

“Who is to say that I have not already found her, and she is not standing in front of me this very moment?” I query in turn. “At this moment all I can think of is you. That is all I care about and all that matters.”

I know that this is not a direct answer, and though it would be considered an insult to a female of my species inviting a male to share her nest, but I am still afraid that my real answer will frighten her. Apparently, this is acceptable, however, because she giggles happily and her hands leave my chest so she can slide her arms around me, enthusiastically returning my embrace.

Lifting her up in my arms, I carry her down the hall. My cock aches in its sheath, eager to be released. I stop at the first door, hoping that this might be her room, but she buries her cheek into my neck and laughs as she shakes her head.

“Keep going,” she whispers.

I smile in response as I continue walking. I am pleased with my mate’s eagerness and that she is so quick to correct me and send me in the right direction. It only takes a few more steps to arrive at the correct door, but by the time we do my body is already heating as it primes itself for mating. A tremor of need rushes through me but I ignore it as I shift her weight in my arms to open the door and step inside.

The room is even smaller than I expected, with barely enough space to hold the bed and a small dresser that stands against the wall across from it. And yet I cannot help but like it. This is Keri’s most private and inner space, and somehow, it is just as perfect as she is. Decorated in silver and shades of blue, with just the smallest hints of pinks of various hues in accent, it settles something within me that misses the waters of my pod’s cove. I feel at home here as I carry her to the bed and stretch her sideways over it. She sinks into the plush, stormy blue comforter, and for a moment, she appears to be drifting within the sea with me. Her smile invites me to join her there and I am not one to resist such temptation.

Leaning over her, I brace one hand on the bed as I kiss her and surrender completely to her magic rising and folding around me.

Chapter 26

Keri

My heart races and my head spins with the drugging influence of Ro’s kisses as his mouth feverishly claims mine. The world around us is out of focus and seems to shift and move as if we are suspended within a bubble spinning in water.

Or like I am seven years old again and have taken a hit from a giant-sized pixie stix. It makes me feel giddy and reckless as I wiggle eagerly beneath his exploring fingers with every piece of clothing he pulls off me. At least he saves me the trouble of fumbling with his clothes in my frantic state. He bares himself even quicker than he strips me, exposing every bit of his long, lean muscular body with impressive speed and efficiency as he flings his clothes aside with an impatient growl. My belly flutters at the sound and my fingers drag across his curiously silky, but largely unyielding, colorless flesh. I note absently that his scales darken slightly, becoming more distinct beneath the pressure of my fingers but he doesn’t offer a protest.

Quite the opposite, actually. His touches become bolder and more eager as he opens me up to him, reveling in the sensations as much as I am. His long, white hair spills over me, teasing my skin every place it touches as it slides against my breasts and navel. A tremor of excitement rushes through me, fanning my arousal higher. His mouth and hands stroke over me with slow caresses as if he is the one studying me now. Even his tongue comes into play, tasting my skin in gentle sweeps as his head dips lower, drawing a path from my neck to my breasts. His mouth and fingertips tease my nipples, tugging and rolling them in turn. He is careful with his claws, their feather-light scrape only adding to the eroticism, not unlike the delicate trace of his fangs brushing over me. But it is his tongue that nearly brings me up off the bed as it twirls, flicks, and strokes alternately playfully and leisurely as he varies the pressure and speed until I am nothing but a vessel of raw, quaking desire. Every flick of his tongue sends tiny electric bolts into my belly and every stroke of it causes it to tighten and my sex to spill over with my desire from the deeper pulses that shock through me at contact.

Or maybe that is an actual low electric charge coming from his open mouth upon my skin? Aren’t there aquatic species with that ability?

I moan as he opens his mouth against my stomach and twirls his tongue around my navel as another pulse crackles through me. Gods—that is definitely him. I’m sure of it. My eyes roll back as he does it again with another stroke of his tongue, this time a hair lower, stroking downward as he draws my legs wider around him. If I am sparking from his electric pulses, he is humming with his desire. The crackling sound is high and melodious, almost too high for me to hear and yet I swear I can swear I can feel it more than hear it as his body slides against mine. It calls to something within me, teasing at my magic

that rises to the surface of my skin even as I shiver with need.

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