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A swift, terrible reminder of the ultimatum we were given.

Except one part of me hasn’t got the memo. My core, which suddenly, unexpectedly, pulses…as if it doesn’t know we’re under pain of death. Klynn’s nostrils flare.

His eyes, already deep pools, darken. Which means I have a virgin male, sex on pain of death, and a whole bunch of watchers who seem to be prepared to give a running commentary on what we’re doing on my hands.

Awesome and not sexy.

Klynn growls deep in his throat. The last thing I need is for him to go feral again, like he did in the cell on my ship, like he was doing in this place. I need him calm. I need him focused.

Swallowing down my concerns, I slide my hand out of his grip. He doesn’t stop me as I trail it down his chest and to his waistband.

He’s telling the truth. The situation hasn’t excited him, and relief, of all things, rushes through me. For all his claws, fangs, growls, and snarls, Klynn has a sensitive side. He is not what he appears to be.

I slide my hand in his pants.

“Fern.” He murmurs my name, some of the rage in his eyes softening. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I do if we want to live.”

“I don’t want to mate you if you are not willing,” Klynn rasps.

“Who said I’m not willing?”

The tips of my fingers touch his cock. The thing is huge even in its sleeping state. I run a digit around the broad head, and Klynn releases a strangled groan.

“You want to be mated?” he asks. “You want to be filled and bred by me?”

“Yes.” I feel his cock expanding in my hand.

Only he isn’t packing just the one huge cock. What I saw back on my ship wasn’t part of my fevered imagination.

I stare up at him, breath disappearing from my body.

“Klynn…you really do have two!” I force out between shocked lips.

A slow, wicked smile spreads over his face.

“Two cocks are the best for pleasuring a female. Would you like my cocks inside you, female?” His voice is deeper than ever, filled with desire and danger.

He is certainly hard now, the tips of his cocks protruding from his waistband. I grasp them both, my hand hardly encircling them, and stroke him. Pre-cum gushes out, covering my wrist and hand as Klynn moans my name, thrusting into my grip.

“We need to take this slow,” I say.

“Don’t want to go slow,” he growls. “I want to be inside you.”

“And I don’t want you to go off before we get there.”

Klynn narrows his eyes. “You have mated before?”

Uh-oh. The blanket of possession falls around us, pulling tight around my lungs.

“Not with a Gryn,” I answer.

His lips ripple, so I launch myself at them, pressing a kiss there. He is impossibly soft and yielding. Wings flare briefly until he kisses me back. It’s a kiss with everything contained within it. His desire, his need, his rage, and his protection. Klynn dominates me, until I slip my tongue between his lips, and I honestly think he’s going to come on the spot, his cocks jerking out of my hand, his hips bucking.

Except he doesn’t. Instead he spreads his wings out over us both, shielding us from the prying eyes above. I wriggle out of my pants, and he runs a hand up my inner thigh, making me shudder.

“You need to show me,” he murmurs over my mouth, “how to pleasure you. Your pleasure is my command.”

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