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Desire coils deep within and my entire body tenses in anticipation. As if poised on the edge of a cliff.

“Kyven.” My voice quavers as I hover on the edge of everything I’ve ever known, afraid to lose myself in my pleasure. “I don’t know what to do.”

He grips my hand even tighter. The ribbon binding us together pulses with magic, glowing as his tongue teases my sensitive flesh. His green eyes meet mine as he continues to lap at my folds. “Let go,” he whispers. “I have you, my beautiful mate.”

CHAPTER34

KYVEN

Her entire body is flushed a lovely shade of pink. Her half-lidded gaze is locked on to mine, her mouth parted slightly as I continue to tease my tongue through her folds.

I stare deep into her eyes as I gently slip one finger just inside her entrance. She is so tight I worry she will be hurt during our joining unless I prepare her. She moans, and I slip another finger inside.

A low groan rises in my throat. I long more than anything to sink deep into her warm, wet heat. Her entire body trembles as I continue to give her pleasure. Her channel flexing and quivering around my fingers.

She is everything I have ever wanted, and I love the way she responds to my touch. My stav is hard and painfully erect with want to join my body to hers. I desire more than anything to claim her and fill her with my essence. To give her my mark and make her mine completely.

Her gaze holds mine, and my heart clenches at the trust and the vulnerability in her eyes.

“Kiss me,” she whispers, tugging at my shoulder.

I move back up her body and seal my mouth over hers. She moans as her channel begins to tighten around my fingers.

She reaches between us, and I growl as she unties the string of my loincloth, leaving me bare. She tries to wrap her hand around my length, but her fingers do not quite meet. I grit my teeth as she gently squeezes my stav. The tip begins to weep. I’m so close to erupting in her hand.

A tortured groan escapes me as she glides the tip of my stav through her slick folds. My nostrils flare at our combined scent.

Scent marking is important in my culture, and I grind my teeth as my stav pulses with the want to explode. The thick, viscous fluid of my essence mixing with hers is driving me mad. I am desperate to be inside her.

Her entire body goes taut, and she arches into my hand, crying out my name as her channel clamps down on my fingers and she reaches her climax.

“Mine!” I roar as her orgasm triggers my own. My stav pulses strongly as I erupt, covering her abdomen and pelvis with the thick white ropes of my release.

Shaking with the aftermath of intense pleasure, I drop my forehead to hers.

Both of us are panting heavily, and I pull her to me, our joined hands pressed to our chests, between us. I seal my mouth over hers in a claiming kiss.

My stav is still fully erect, pressing insistently against her lower abdomen, but the keen edge of my need has been dulled slightly. My fangs are fully extended and my gaze drifts to the elegant line of her neck. I lean in and gently nuzzle her soft skin, desiring more than anything to mark her.

She pulls back just enough to look up at me. “I—” She starts but stops, lowering her gaze as if unsure of something.

“What is it?” I brush the damp hair back from her face and stare deep into her lovely hazel eyes. “Tell me, Grayce.”

“I know it is our bonding night, but I—” She swallows hard. “I am nervous about what comes next.”

I’m unsure if she is referring to the act of mating or if she speaks of my mark. Either way, I want only to reassure her. “Nothing will happen that you do not wish, Grayce. I vow this to you.”

Her eyes shine with such trust it nearly breaks me. “Then, can we just touch and kiss for now?”

A smile curves my mouth. How many nights did I dream of touching her like this? I lean in and brush my lips to hers. “Anything you wish, my beautiful Grayce.”

CHAPTER35

GRAYCE

When I wake, we’re lying on the ledge, just inside the cavern entrance. The faint light of early dawn filters in, casting brilliant rays of color across the walls. The cool morning air blows gently on the breeze. Completely wrapped up in Kyven’s wings, I snuggle into his warmth.

With my head resting on his shoulder and our joined hands on his chest, I lift my head and find him already awake. His violet eyes study mine with a look of intense devotion.

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