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But maybe not. Maybe it’s just that Milo is a different person, and being with different people is always going to feel different.

He handles me more gently than Nate did. He takes my clothes off slowly, and when I’m naked, he rolls me onto my back so that he can explore every inch of my skin. He spends a long time at my ankle, then kisses his way up my shin, up my thigh.

He rests his head for a moment against my leg. I’m hot and trembling, overwhelmed by how good this is. He looks up at me again, and I swear there’s laughter in his eyes.

And it’s beautiful.

He pulls my legs over his shoulders and grins up at me.

Then I feel his tongue against me, opening me up, and my head falls back as I lose myself utterly in the pleasure of it.

He fucks me slowly with his tongue, and I dig my heels into his back. I want to reach down and grab his head, pull him into me, take control of this, but at the same time I want to hold off and let him set the pace. I want to see what he’ll do. Part of what’s making this so hot is that it’s not like anything I’ve ever experienced before.

I can’t stop myself from threading my fingers through his sandy hair, though. Just to feel the way his head is moving, I tighten my legs around him so he’s sliding between my thighs, and suddenly I can’t control myself anymore. I’m coming. I’m rocking my hips up to meet his face, writhing, crying out, and he groansintome—fuck, that’s so hot—

I’m still recovering when he crawls up my body and thrusts into me. I pull his face to mine and kiss him again, running my hands up and down his sides. His body is narrower than Nate’s, but I can feel his muscles working. In some places, I can feel the curve of his bones. I don’t know how two such different body types can both be so overwhelmingly attractive to me, but they are.

He bites my lip when he comes—not too hard, but it’s enough to send me over the edge again. I love feeling him lose control. I love being the one who did it to him.

He rolls off me and pulls me with him, and I end up lying with my head pillowed on his shoulder and my arm draped across his chest. I breathe deeply, recovering, unable to keep a smile off my face.

He speaks first. “That was good.”

I feign offense. “Good?”

He chuckles. “It was amazing,” he says. “There was something special about it, wasn’t there? Do you think it was because we’re both hybrids?”

“Does that have something to do with it?” I ask, surprised.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “I just know that I’ve never had it that good before.”

“I’ve only been with Nate,” I say. “And it’sdifferentwith you than it is with him. I don’t know if I’d say better, but there’s definitely something else going on. It could have to do with our being hybrids.”

“Different with me, is it?” a voice asks.

I sit bolt upright, grabbing for my shirt as if I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t, but Nate is laughing. “No one could possibly have slept through the racket you two were making,” he says.

“Sorry to wake you,” Milo says, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all.

“Yeah, well, I probably would have gotten up anyway,” Nate says. “I’m still hungry.”

“You’re always hungry,” I tell him, laughing. I tug my shirt over my head. “Let’s eat. There’s plenty of rabbit left.”

“All right, let’s eat,” Milo agrees. “But after we do, it’s my turn to get some sleep, and Nate gets to stand guard.”

Nate roars with laughter and goes to stoke the fire.

Chapter 41

“SoyouandEm,huh?” I ask Milo once Em has eaten and fallen asleep under a nearby tree.

“Looks like it,” he says coolly.

This guy really is as bold as brass. I mean, I don’t care what Emlyn does, but we just met himtoday, and already he’s acting like he has every right to be with her.

He does have every right to; I’m just surprised by his confidence. I didn’t feel as confident with Emlyn as quickly as he does. But maybe this is part of the thing where they’re both hybrids. I can already see them connecting on a level that doesn’t have anything to do with me.

Milo tears off a chunk of rabbit meat and passes it to me. “Listen, I like you,” he says. “I wouldn’t have gone there if Emlyn hadn’t told me that you’d be comfortable with it.”

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