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Bending over Nate, she began to work the oil into his broad shoulders. They were tight with knots and she frowned as she worked.

“Why are your muscles so tense? Are you worried or upset?”

“No, not at all,” Nate denied. “Your little hands feel wonderful, sweetheart.”

It wasn’t just her hands that she was planning to use on him tonight, but she didn’t tell him that. Another thought occurred to her.

“How long did you carry me after I fainted?”

He shrugged.

“Don’t know. An hour or two?”

Well, that explained the tension in his shoulders, Lan’ara thought. She was an Elite—a woman the Goddess had blessed with extra curves. The fact that Nate was strong enough to lift her—let alone carry her for hours, spoke of how strong he was.

“Thank you for bringing me to a safe haven,” Lan’ara murmured in his ear, pressing harder to get the knots of tension out of his shoulders and back.

He groaned in response to her touch.

“God, sweetheart! Feels fucking amazing.”

“It’s about to feel better,” Lan’ara promised him. Slowly she worked her way down his long body until she was massaging his muscular buttocks. She paused for a moment to get the other vial of oil. When she opened it, a soft, sweet, musky scent drifted out. She poured a little in her palm and rubbed it into her fingertips. Then she reached between his legs.

Nate tensed in obvious surprise and she could feel the uncertainly coming from him. Leaning forward, she murmured in his ear.

“Are you nervous to let me touch you intimately?”

“No—of course not,” he denied, though she could feel his tension. “You just, uh, surprised me—that’s all.”

“Don’t worry, just relax and let me give you pleasure,” Lan’ara told him. Gently, she stroked his heavy testicles from behind, waiting until he loosened up some and she felt his tension ease and give way to pleasure. She got a little more oil and teased lightly around his rosebud, but Nate didn’t seem quite ready for that level of intimacy yet.

“Uh…look, sweetheart, I’m not sure about this,” he muttered, stiffening up again. “I’ve, uh, never had a girl touch me there before.”

“It’s all right if you don’t want me to penetrate you,” Lan’ara told him. “We can save that for another time if you wish. Tonight I just want to give you pleasure and feel all your good emotions. Do you want to turn over now?”

Nate seemed more than happy to do so and she noticed that even though he had said he wasn’t sure about the way she’d been touching him earlier, his shaft didn’t seem to have any doubts. It was long and hard and throbbing between his thighs and she was eager to touch it.

But she made herself wait—first she wanted to rub his broad, muscular chest. She liked the soft mat of curls between his pecs and had been wanting to touch him there for some time.

Nate groaned softly as she worked her fingers into the muscles of his chest. Now that he was on his back and could get a good view of her bare breasts swaying as she worked on him, Lan’ara could feel his pleasure and desire surging. The positive emotions fed her own lust, making her breasts feel full and her nipples tight with desire.

She was well aware that she was almost certainly making the Healing Nectar now—absorbing so much of Nate’s pain and fear that she fainted earlier would definitely have given her body the signal to begin. But she still hoped that if she kept him from sucking her nipples and gave him enough pleasure tonight, she might reverse the cycle.

“God, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured as Lan’ara continued to massage him. “Your little hands feel so good on me.”

“But it’s not only my hands I want to massage you with,” Lan’ara purred. Reaching for the vial of sensual oil, she poured some over her bare breasts and watched Nate’s eyes widen and then go lazy with lust as he saw the slippery substance coat her full globes and cling to her nipples like amber jewels.

“So damn gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on her breasts. “Reminds me of that dream I had last night.”

“What dream?” Lan’ara asked him, frowning. “Not the bad dream that woke you up?”

“No, of course not. Normally that’s the only dream I ever remember. But this morning, just as I was waking up, I had another—a really memorable one,” he told her.

“Tell me about it,” Lan’ara urged. Had they been Dream-sharing the night before? Usually when a Kindred finally found her fated mate, the Dream-sharing ended, since it was no longer needed to draw the two of them together. But there were always exceptions.

“Well…” Nate shifted under her. “It was a little weird.”

“That’s all right. Tell me,” Lan’ara urged him. The fact that he remembered any dream at all was a good thing, she thought. It might mean that he would eventually remember all the times they had Dream-shared together before she had finally found him.

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