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But the company is much improved.

Aurora sits with her toes near the edge of the ring of stones, her boots beside her, her hands held out, green hair wild and tangled from our run through the woods. She’s still shivering, and her long-sleeved dress has wet spots from the rain.

“Aurora,” I say from where I’m seated beside her. She flicks her green eyes to mine. I hold out an arm. “Come. I’ll warm you.”

It may just be a trick of the light, but her cheeks seem to go pink just before she nods and scoots over to press herself against my bare chest.

“You’re freezing,” I say sharply.

“I-I’m okay,” she says.

But she fails to convince me.

Huffing, I wrap both my arms around her, trying to pour my heat into her body. She eases her head up under my chin, her ear pressed against my chest. Her fingers find the spot just above my heart, and she begins tapping a gentle rhythm upon my skin.

Ba-bum. Ba-bum.

As the rain falls and the fire dances, I hold her in my arms, feeling the smooth curves of her body and the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes against me. It’s been weeks since I first kissed her in that cramped cottage kitchen, and having her here with me, alone, sends heated thoughts writhing through mymind. I imagine what would’ve happened that day had I lifted her skirt above her knees, trailed my fingertips up the insides of her thighs. Her imagined breath upon my ear, hitched with want, sends my blood pumping.

Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum.

The tapping of her fingers quickens. Between my legs, I start to harden, and with not a shred of fabric to hide behind, there will be no disguising it from Aurora.

“Faolan,” she whispers.

“Hmm?”

“Why is your heart beating so hard?”

I shrug and grunt something incoherent. My feigned ignorance doesn’t deter her.

The fingers drumming against my chest glide down, trailing across my abdomen, then slowing as they slip between my legs. I clench my teeth. Aurora pulls just far enough away to look into my eyes. And as I hold her stare, she wraps her hand around my hardening cock, and I can’t help myself.

I growl.

At first, she seems startled. Her grip on me falters. But when I shift my hips and press my length into her hand, begging for her touch, she smiles.

And then she kisses me.

Her lips taste of cider and cinnamon, and they’re warm like summer sunlight. Her mouth moves slowly against mine at first, matching the agonizingly gentle tug of her hand along my shaft. The pace at which she moves is both intoxicating and maddening. I grow harder, harder. Her lips curve against mine.

Does she know what she’s doing to me? Is she taunting me on purpose?

I’ve had other women, have buried myself between so many legs I’ve lost count.

Butnothinghas ever felt like this—and I’ve not even had her yet.

Her scent swirls around me, thick and musky with her desire. I can already imagine the wetness gathering between her legs, readying her for me.

Finally, I can take it no longer.

With one movement, I have Aurora on my lap, her legs on either side on my hips. She breaks our kiss to let out a gasp as my hands palm her ass, gripping her firmly. My cock begs for her. With her legs spread, I can feel her folds against my shaft, her warmth ready to envelop me. I grind against her, but I don’t push inside.

“Aurora.” Her name is a snarl on my lips.

When her eyes meet mine, they’re smoldering like the fire burning beside us. “What?”

“I need to know...” I have to pause to catch my breath. I want her so bad ithurts. “I can’t go another day wondering. Do you accept me as your mate? Or do you reject me?”