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Hrardorr didn’t answer in words. He merely lowered his head and stepped closer, initiating contact for a dragonish hug. Seth put his arms around Hrardorr’s warm neck, feeling the slide of his shiny scales and the healthy pulse of the fire beneath his armored skin.

“You are a good man, Seth,”Hrardorr said finally.“Never let anyone make you believe otherwise.”Hrardorr stepped away, and Seth lowered his arms, the moment over.“I’ll see you when I return.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Hrardorr lowered himself into the water without a sound, slipping away beneath the waves as if he had never been there. Livia watched him go, standing beside Seth at the water’s edge.

It was only a moment before Seth’s arm snuck around her waist, drawing her near. He seemed tentative, as if he’d let her go at the slightest hint that she didn’t want him, but she snuggled into his side. Being near Seth was exactly what she wanted at the moment.

She’d missed him in the time since her father had come home and put her under virtual house arrest. She’d missed Gowan too. And Genlitha. But that couldn’t be remedied right now. At least she had Seth with her…for the rest of the night, if she played her cards right.

She turned in his arms to face him, placing her palms flat against his chest as she looked up into his eyes. It was darker inside the boathouse without Hrardorr’s scales and the light he somehow brought with him, but she could still see Seth in the vague reflections off the water.

“Do you think he was being circumspect, knowing we’d probably enjoy a little time alone?” she asked, smiling up one of the only two men on earth, it seemed, who made her feel truly alive.

Seth frowned just slightly. “You think so? The idea hadn’t really occurred to me until you just mentioned it, but Hrardorr can be a very sensitive soul, though he doesn’t like anyone to know it.”

She walked her hands up to his shoulders, dragging him down for a kiss. It was a kiss of reunion. A leisurely exploration now that they knew they had a little bit of time they could spend together, with the dragon’s blessing, it seemed. When they broke apart, Livia was warm, even though Hrardorr had taken his innate heat with him into the water.

Livia had a feeling that, with Seth around, she wouldn’t feel the cold night air, at all. Seth had a way of making her blood boil with passion, and as long as they kept things a little quiet, they wouldn’t be disturbed in the locked boat shed. Even her father didn’t have a key. Livia had been sure to relieve the captain of his copy almost as soon as he’d come home. She was pretty sure he hadn’t figured it out yet. He was more interested in the big ships than her little sailboat, and the boathouse that had been built specifically for it.

Livia wanted Seth. It had been far too long since she’d been with him. Far too long since that memorable night in her room, before her father had unexpectedly come home. That night spent with Seth…and Gowan.

Since being with them—separately and together—it was as if she couldn’t breathe without them. She’d been pining for their touch, yearning for the fulfillment only they could give her. She didn’t want to wait any longer to feel Seth’s possession…his hard body against and inside of hers.

Livia backed him toward the wall of the shed, taking the lead in a way that almost shocked her. She had never been so forward with the few lovers she’d had before Seth and Gowan. And only with them had she ever even considered having more than one man at a time. But somehow…with them…it all seemed right. Felt right.

Only…her father’s arrival had put the kibosh on it all. He’d grounded her, and the men had been busy with Lair affairs—each in different ways. If this unexpected interlude was all she could have, she was going to take advantage of it to the fullest.

His back made a soft thud against the side of the shed, and she gasped, stilling.

“You think anybody heard that?” she whispered.

“Too soon for your father’s patrol to have come back around this way, but let’s move away from the wall, just to be safe.” Seth took her hand and led her through the darkness toward the spot farthest from the locked door, near a stack of sailcloth.

He let go of her hand only to unfold some of the thick cloth and lay it on the deck as a cushion against the cold. It wasn’t ideal, but it would work. Livia definitely approved and moved to help him set up their temporary love nest.

When it was ready, she tackled him, taking him to the ground on top of the soft canvas. She pushed at his cloak, hoping he’d get the message that she wanted his clothing gone. There was too much fabric between them. She wanted skin on skin, and she wanted it now.

Luckily, Seth understood. Even as she joined her lips to his and kissed him with all the pent-up passion so many days spent alone had only increased, he removed his cloak and did the same for her. Little by little, his talented hands took away the impediments, removing one article of clothing at a time, until they were both bare and ready for anything.

Livia let him up for air occasionally, only to stroke her fingers over his hard-muscled body. Seth had always been built big, like his warrior sire, but he’d apparently been practicing his sword work a bit more since the last time they’d been together. His muscles were even harder than she remembered, larger and definitely even more of a turn on than before.

She’d probably grown a little softer in the intervening days while she’d been cloistered and not allowed to do much more than walk from home to work and back again. She wondered if Seth noticed. And then, she wondered if he liked it or not.

But then, he growled low in his throat as he turned the tables on her, flipping her over like she weighed nothing at all so that he was on top.Oh.She liked it when he got all manly on her.

“Tell me you’re ready for this,” Seth whispered, nipping her ear gently.

“I’ve been ready for days.” She panted her words in between nibbling kisses all over his face and neck.

But he didn’t just take her word for it. Seth reached between her legs, touching gently, probing to test her readiness and then increase her desperation as he slid his fingers inside. Stroking in and out, he added a finger, stretching her and bringing forth more of the wetness he’d apparently been seeking. A moment later, he replaced his fingers with his hard cock.

In a way, she felt a little cheated that she hadn’t been able to get her hands on his dick, but in another, she was perfectly fine with the results. He began a quick pace that made her breathless in minutes and completely needy only moments later. It had been too long. She’d only been with him a handful of times, but he had already made her an addict.

She came once, and then once again while Seth held her tight, never letting her move beyond the small nest of canvas he’d made for them.

When it was over, he started again, slower this time, rocking her gently while he took his time with her pleasure. He brought her to climax over and over again before finally joining her once more in orgasm. It was a gentle loving, a less frantic joining than the first, and the pleasure went on and on.

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