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I want that too. “Please,” I murmur, lust-drunk and eager. “Yes. Bite me.”
“No, love.” He licks his lips and strokes me faster.
A flicker of disappointment comes and goes before I match his speed, heart racing.
Ezra comes first, which is a minor triumph on my part as I get to watch him fall apart from my touch. He throws his head back and trembles as his seed coats my hand. It’s cool, like the rest of him.
Even through his pleasure, he never slacks on mine, working me expertly with a firm, confident grip.
I follow a second letter, spasming within his fingers, hot and sticky and breathless and flying and full of joy.
As I catch my breath, we lock eyes. His convey everything I’ve always longed for—lover, companion, friend… family.
With a pleased huff, he collapses by my side and kisses my neck, a solid reminder of the one thing I’m still missing.
“You can,” I say, confident he knows what I’m offering.
“I can’t.” He adds another kiss to soothe our disappointment.
I know why. He’s explained it. But in the moment, I can’t bring myself to care.
Before I can plead my case to bite me anyway, Ezra climbs from the bed. He returns with a wet cloth to wash us down.
I lie still as he cleans my hands, my soft cock, the patch of curls that cocoon it. Then he gently tucks me back into my pants and ties the laces. An intimate act that makes me tingle in the best way possible.
He completes these tasks for himself, then join me in bed and drags a heavy fur over us both. Safe in the circle of his arms, I let go of whatever argument I was about to make and close my eyes.
“Sleep,” he whispers.
And I do.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ezra
As much asI would love to stay in the warmth of our sacred nest, I carefully untangle myself from Gale and climb out of bed.
He sleeps like the dead.
Or no, having seen one too many dead lately, I shouldn’t say that.
He sleeps like the world before dawn, quiet and still.
I steal a long, luxurious moment to take him in. His soft, messy hair, the dark crescents of his long lashes on his cheeks, the cupid’s bow of his pink lips. He’s a lovely sight. I memorize the picture to keep forever.
I wish I didn’t have to leave right now, but there’s a fae sorceress to vanquish, and it’s best I take care of the problem immediately.
And alone.
With one last lingering backward glance at the beauty in my bed, I exit my chambers and steel myself to end Sonja’s plotting once and for all.
The fortress is quiet, but not totally silent. I count each heartbeat coming from the strongroom and take comfort knowing that my people are safe.
Gale is safe.
I never thought I’d take a lover again, certainly not one as sweet as Gale. I don’t deserve such a treasure, but I’ll do everything in my power to be worthy of his affection. Starting and ending with never letting him feed from me again, no matter how much we both crave it. If we’re to be companions, I mustn’t have any sway over his will.
He must stay free from my persuasion.
