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He didn’t hesitate, just unzipped his bodysuit all the way down and pulled his cock out. My buoyancy made it a challenge to aim myself at him, but once he’d notched the head of his cock at my entrance, I quickly learned he was like Tiger—damn near too fucking big.
But I did not care. The pressure was perfect. I welcomed the ache, needing something to burn away the dread in my bones. I needed to feel alive. Whole. Wanted. I was on the edge of madness with desire for him and the need for anything that was good and right in the world. Even if it was an illusion, it didn’t matter.
Mal turned me so my back was against the side of the river and thrust into me. His hand returned to my mouth to smother my cries, but my body betrayed me—writhing, clenching, arching against him. Every nerve ending was stretched tightwith sensation, my internal muscles taut around him as he drove deeper with every plunge of his hips.
His low growls were pure animal hunger, guttural and possessive. “You feel like fucking heaven.”
He bit at my neck and I broke against him, my orgasm tearing through me in a blinding rush of pleasure. I screamed against his hand, body locking down around him, pulsing with wave after wave of release.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. He chased me to the edge again, and three brutal, delicious thrusts later, he came with a curse, hips jerking, cock throbbing as he spilled his seed inside of me.
We clung to each other, breathless and shaking, our bodies pressed tight in the water. The chill returned slowly, but I still felt the heat of him lingering inside me.
He didn’t speak right away. And for a moment, panic fluttered in my chest. Did he regret it? Hate how it happened? Had I just—
But then he lifted his head, his dark eyes searching mine, warm and reassuring, and whispered, “I needed that, too.”
CHAPTER 29
Tiger
Night had begun to fall when Discord whispered behind me, “Do not scream.”
Every muscle in my body went rigid. “What?” I hissed back, barely audible.
She slid her hand around my head until she covered my mouth, then pointed just off the trail. In the dim light, I saw what had startled her.
Blood. Lots of blood. And someone who didn’t wear one of our bodysuits. It was either Jenny or a hunter.
I jerked forward, but she held firm. “Don’t. Not yet. Could be a trap.”
She slipped past me, moving like a shadow until she reached the body. After a moment, she waved me over. “It’s not her.”
Quickly, I joined Discord, my relief profound. Now that I could see the figure clearly, the body was definitely a man. Partof his head had been crushed. The sight of him turned my stomach, but somehow, I managed to keep from retching.
Discord crouched by the mashed skull and poked at it with a stick, which made me feel sicker. “This was Jenny’s work,” she declared.
I swallowed hard. “How do you know that?”
“I know what it looks like whenmyfriends beat someone to death,” she said, glancing up at me. “This isn’t it.”
I grimaced. “You have a frame of reference for that?”
An amused smile kicked up the corner of her mouth. “I could tell you exactly how I know, but your Orne skin has gone from gray to green.”
I swallowed harder. “Uh, good. Okay.”
“Very good, actually,” Discord said, going back to studying the man. “Now we know this is how she kills. This is what we need to imitate.”
“I can do that.”Oh, I really couldn’t fucking do that.The thought of bashing someone’s skull until their brains leaked out made me want to never eat again. But for Jenny, I would try anything.
“It’s also bad,” Discord said, her expression now grim. “Once blood has been spilled during Illiapol, the hunters tend to be much more vicious. They take it personally when one of their own dies.”
“Oh hell,” I muttered.
“Which means we need to hunt them,” she said with a gleam in her eye. “This just got a lot more fun.”
“You and I have very different ideas of what constitutes fun.”
