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His fingers speared into her hair, holding her still as he trailed love-bites over her neck. Her insides clenched. Something unexpected in her liked being held down like that—firm and yet gentle at the same time. His to tease however he wished.

His other hand went to her pussy. He dipped a finger into her, and then trailed the moisture around her tender nub. Pleasure swirled through her. “Yes. There.”

“That’s it, angel. Take it.” He continued to play with her, but when her sex tightened, he took his hand away.

She moaned his name, and he said, “You can come when I’m inside you.”

“Get on with it then,” she said between her teeth.

His cheek creased. “You’re so damn cute.”

For answer, she reached down and squeezed him. His smile disappeared. She worked her hand up and down him, toying with his balls, learning the feel of him. His cock spurted with pre-cum and she rubbed it over the slick cap, enjoying how his eyes slit with pleasure.

His hips gave an involuntary jerk and she squeezed harder. “Fuck,” he muttered. He removed her hand and grabbed a rubber from the night table. He worked it over his erection, and then crawled back on top of her. She reached between their bodies and guided him to her entrance. They both watched as he slowly entered her.

Her breath hissed out. He paused, and she met his eyes. She knew what he wanted.

“Please. I want it. I want you.”

He slid in another inch. “That’s it, Evie. I love it when you beg me.”

“Please,” she said again.

He slid deeper, and then withdrew again. He continued moving in and out in tantalizing increments until at last he was fully seated in her.

She rotated her hips in slow circles, pleasuring them both.

His jaw clenched. “That’s it. Take me, baby. Tease me.”

His hand was in her hair again, the other hand on her ass as he began to move in her, holding her in place for his firm, perfect thrusts. From somewhere far off, she heard herself making sounds of arousal, soft at first, and then louder as her pleasure increased.

It was so good. Her chest constricted. Because she’d found him, but she couldn’t keep him.

“Mine,” he said, and she nodded, throat tight.

Because she was Jace’s, for as long as he wanted her. It was crazy, but it felt right.

But even if she waited until Kyler was grown up, they were from such different worlds. How did she know it wouldn’t just be her mom and Fane all over again?

Sensation stormed through her, searing her nerves. And then she was convulsing around him in an explosive orgasm that both shot her high—and cracked her heart.

Chapter 27

Corban hurt. His injured leg throbbed, and his head pounded in time.

He’d tried again to heal his thigh, but his quartz had been pushed too hard. He’d have to heal the old-fashioned way, which was too damned slow. Every hour he was incapacitated was another hour that Adric had to track him.

Morning came. He couldn’t see the sunrise, but he noted it with a fada’s internal clock. He got up to pee and downed several cups of water before curling up in the blankets again. The day passed with agonizing slowness. He was hungry, but all he had to eat were a couple of nutrient bars he’d brought from Iceland. He rationed them out—one in the morning, one that evening—and ignored his hollow stomach.

He considered calling one of his brothers, but he was wary of letting even them know his location. Kane could be trusted, but Nash was Adric’s man now. And even if they didn’t betray him, they might inadvertently lead someone to his lair.

No, it was safer to remain incommunicado.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll go out hunting. The park had rabbits and other small mammals. His wolf salivated hungrily.

Outside, night fell. He forced himself to move his injured leg. The pain made his chest seize, but it was getting better.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to exercise the torn hamstring: stretching it, bending the knee.

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