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I try not to jerk my hand away in surprise, because I wouldn’t want to think I’m repelled by it. It’s just not what I expected; something I didn’t know I wanted until right now.

Tentatively I reach out and let my fingers trail along the lump in his pants. I look up at his face, and his eyes are focused intently on me, something dark and thirsty lying behind them.

Once I’ve reached the tip of him, I move my fingers back again, all the way under the leather coil. He sucks in a breath and then, more fiercely than I expected, he grabs my hand in his. He shoves it hard against the cock that I already know is throbbing underneath there. A burst of heat races down my chest to the crux between my legs.

I know what he wants now. And if I get alone with him, I know what he’s going to do. Do I want that, too? Do I want this creature to throw me down and tear my clothes off, and then pull out this enormous beast and shove it inside me?

A tingle darts all the way up my spine. The hungry part of me says,Yes, of course that’s what I want.While the rational part of me says,But he’s a monster.

I grip his lump hard, the same way he’s shoving down on my hand, and he gasps. I can see over the bar top as the bartender looks up again, and his mouth falls slack when he registers what’s happening.

I remove my hand quickly. Raz’jin’s eyes flick open and look at me with disappointment—until I grab onto one of his huge fingers in my hand and pull, then point upstairs. His ears flick forward, and his eyes grow wide.

He grabs my entire hand and pulls me off the bar stool. I remember at the last moment to grab my cloak, and he drags me through the inn almost faster than I can keep up. Everysingle head turns to watch us go past, and I know my face is a fiery red as we finally reach the stairs.

Everything is happening in slow motion when he reaches down and picks me up without any effort at all. I half expect him to throw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes the way he takes the steps two at a time, until we’re up on my floor.

I point up ahead. “That one.” I know this phrase well. With a sharp nod he crosses to the door and sets me down in front of it. I pull out my key, and my hands are shaking. Why am I shaking? Am I scared, or happy, or something else entirely?

Finally the door is open and Raz’jin shoves it wide, and I scurry inside ahead of him. He closes it with an audible slam, and I can tell then he’s hungry.

Ravenous.

For me.

I’m almost certain that he’s going to eat me up, swallow me whole and spit out my bones, like in an old painting. And I’m already so wet for him.

I expect him to shove me down on the bed when he approaches, but he stops abruptly in front of me, then leans down. He puts one hand under my chin and brings me close to his face.

This time, Raz’jin is the one who kisses me. And it’s no surprise peck on the lips—it’s an invasion. His mouth pulls me in, and his hand drops to my ass. He squeezes it, hard, feeling out the roundness of it with his four large fingers. A few guttural words fall out of his mouth, but I can make out one of them:

“Want.”

Suddenly I’m desiring nothing more than his hands on the rest of me. I grab his tusk, just like I didthat very first time, and pull him towards me until I’m falling back on the bed and taking him down with me.

Raz’jin’s mouth never releases mine as his fingers explore me. He shoves his waist hard against me so I can feel the huge lump under his pants between my legs. I lift my hips and grind them against him, showing him how much I want it.

Finally, he lets my mouth go, and he’s panting as hard as I am. He doesn’t need words to say what he’s after.

I don’t want him to rip off my any of my nice clothes, so I slowly back away from him. Reluctantly, Raz’jin lets me go, and I unbutton my jerkin. When it falls off, the look that comes over him is... Something like relief, as if he’s seeing a very old friend.

He grabs me around the middle, then seizes one of my breasts in his hand. I worry he’s going to be too rough with my nipples, but the moment his fingers reach one they slow down, and I’m surprised by the gingerness with which he takes it in his huge hands. He pushes me back to the bed again and drops his head, taking the same nipple in his mouth. He sucks on it hard, like he’s trying to pull milk out of me, and his long tongue traces every part of it.

He says something in Trollkin that I don’t understand, and it sounds like a prayer.

Chapter 7

Raz’jin

“Idreamed of these.”

And here they are, in the palm of my hand. They’re full and round, with the perfectly pert, pink nipples, just like in my fantasy.

I could take her fast. I could tear my pants and hers off right now and find out just how tight she is for me. But that wouldn’t be any fun, not when I’ve been waiting so long for this. That’s what I was doing all this time, and I just didn’t realize it—waiting. This moment was coming for me someday, like a train barreling down a track. It was inevitable that I would find her again.

No, I want to savor her. Sip her slowly, like a strong drink. I want to make her cream into the palm of my hand, and then smear it all over her and use it to fuck her. It’s even better that she wants it hard and fast, because that means she’ll be ready for me when it’s time.

I have to stop and think twice about that.She wants me. This small creature with hair like sunlight and the biggest eyes I’ve ever seen wantsme, just as much as I want her. Unfathomable.

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