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“Please,” I force out, needing release again, needing him to bring me to it, already a glutton for the pleasure I know he’ll give me. “I want it.” I squirm, my hips rising as he softly pets me, not enough to do anything but tease. “I need more.”

“No, my love, I won’t be knotting you again today,” he laughs, and I suck in a breath as his fingernails bite into my ass, pulling me closer.

I’d be afraid of slipping were it not for the fact he’s holding me up completely, my leg on his shoulder where he kneels on the other side of the tub, his hands gripping me tightly.

Then he licks, his hot tongue searing a path between my thighs, and any fear my mind’s holding on to quickly vanishes as I rock forward.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growls. His fingers find a rhythm as he massages my ass, leaving me limp and panting as he licks, and licks.

Pleasure begins to build immediately, and I whine. “I want you inside me,” I say.

“No.” He laughs again, his mouth still on me, and I rub myself against his mouth, shameless and needy. “I’ll make you come like this, don’t worry, love. You’ll come all over my mouth again like the good little mate you are.”

That word again.

It should scare me. I know it should, but right now, with his lips tight against my clit, his tongue working every nerve ending that matters, it just brings that orgasm within reach.

“So fucking good,” he says, the words vibrating right where I need them.

“So close, so close,” I pant.

He redoubles his efforts, licking and sucking and teasing me.

“More,” I sob, the orgasm just out of reach, my body tired and reluctant after last night’s marathon session of lovemaking.

“Oh, you want more, you greedy creature?” he glances up at me, his mouth glistening with my moisture, and I nod, desperate and just as greedy as he accuses me of being.

My eyes go wide, my jaw dropping, as his pinky finger finds its way to the tight hole of my ass, teasing at first.

“You wanted more,” he says, shrugging under my leg. His chest muscles ripple, and I nod in encouragement. “I will give you whatever you need, Wren. Take your pleasure.”

I moan again, the noise loud and wanton and completely without shame.

His finger slips inside me and he sucks—hard—at the same time.

Something incomprehensible and high-pitched comes out of my mouth and I slump over him, my orgasm shallower than last night but leaving me breathless all the same.

“I fucking love the way you look when you come,” he purrs, carefully setting me back down in the tub.

I make a strangled noise as the hot water hits my crotch, and he laughs lightly.

“Did I kiss it better?” he asks, so smug.

I grin up at him sleepily, relaxed all over again. “I don’t know. You could always try again later.”

He throws back his head and laughs, the tips of his purple ears poking out from his dark hair, and I can’t help but laugh along with him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CAELAN

Ilike taking care of my Wren. My mate.

I even like the way she looks shocked and pleased every time I call her that, and though I want to press her on it, make her admit she’s mine, I don’t.

I don’t want to push her away even more than I need her to tell me she accepts my claim.

If I do things right, which I will, all I have to do is be patient.

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