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Slowly, I curl my hand around my cock, unable to keep from touching myself with such a vision before me, and pump my hand down it.

Wren’s gaze drops from my face to my cock, so fucking hard for her already, and when she bites her lip, I physically ache to touch her.

“Tell me what you want,” I force out, refusing to move before she asks me.

I might ruin her for other males, but she’s already ruined me, and I haven’t even tasted her yet.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

WREN

The sound of my heart is a hammer in my ears, my entire body keyed up and ready for Caelan.

“I want you to do what you promised,” I finally answer him, feeling slightly shy, despite the fact that we’re both completely naked, no charmed cookie involved.

He lets out another low rumble, what sounds suspiciously like a growl, and my eyebrows arch as I wait. My thighs tremble, and I can’t deny I’m nervous because it’s been a while and his dick is… huge.

Purple, a darker shade than the rest of him, closer to eggplant than the light lavender of the rest of his skin, a silvery pearl of liquid drips from the tip and I squeeze my thighs together, anticipating the feel of him.

“Be more specific, little golden witch,” he demands, arching a dark eyebrow.

I clear my throat, throwing caution to the wind, deciding to make good on his promise in the Ever Forest.

“You said you’d eat me like a feast.” My voice breaks on the last word.

A cocky, stunning half-smile tugs up one corner of his mouth, his fangs lengthening. “So I did.”

Growing bold under his hot, steady gaze, I swallow and push my right leg further out.

His eyes dilate immediately, the light blue swallowed up by darkness as I spread myself for him, putting myself on display.

An invitation.

“You didn’t ask what eating you like a feast meant,” he says, the bed groaning as he puts his weight on it, climbing over my body. My hands go to the thick muscle of his chest, loving the feel of his warm body against my palms, the way he shudders at my touch, his muscles bunching as he moves.

His mouth finds mine, and suddenly, his gentle, exploring kisses aren’t enough.

I need more.

My heartbeat quickens to the pace of hummingbird wings, and I run my hands down his back until I find the firmly muscled globes of his ass, and squeeze.

I’m rewarded with a feral snarl, and he nips at my lower lip, fangs sharp and exciting.

“Be careful what you wish for, love, because you might just get it.”

“Tell me what you meant by feasting on me,” I whine. I can’t wait any longer. I can feel the orgasm starting to build, wretchedly out of reach still, and I take one hand off his ass and slide it down my pelvis until my fingers find my slick heat.

I moan, my hips lifting of their own accord as I find my clit.

Caelan’s gaze is avid, transfixed on my face, and I lock my eyes on his.

“Touch me,” I say, my voice high and breathy with need.

He groans, and then he’s moving down my body. His mouth latches on one nipple and I cry out, my circles on my clit growing more fervent as he sucks. He skips the other breast, leaving me wanting for more, but desperate to have him where he’s headed.

He leaves a trail of hot kisses down my abdomen, pausing for a long moment to stare at my belly button with abject confusion.

It’s only then I realize he doesn’t have a bellybutton, but as his attention drifts lower, I shove that thought aside for another time.

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