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“Oh gods,” she cried out.

The sound of such blatant need, such raw desperation on her lips, drove him wild. Zircon wasn’t as practiced in sex as his brothers, but he didn’t need to be. He knew how to make love to this woman. And he was done playing games.

“Fuck Jenn, I need you. I need you right now. Need to taste you,” he growled, spreading her legs wide so he could fit between them.

First, he had to kiss her. Needed to crush those soft lips of hers to his. Mark her in that small way. His breathing was so loud in his own ears, he might as well have been a freight train. But that didn’t matter. Nothing did but him and her.

Zircon existed in that moment alone with Jennifer. Just the two of them, and it was perfect. But it was going to get better. A helluva lot better.

He grabbed the back of her neck, tugging her closer and holding her gaze. Then he dipped down, claiming her mouth in a deep, thorough kiss. Their first kiss had been madness and rough relief. But this, this was nothing like that. This was a slow-burning, all-consuming possession.

He left no part of her mouth unexplored. Stamping himself everywhere and drinking her down like the pure heaven she was. And when he was done with the claiming part of that kiss, he readjusted the angle of her face and then Zircon kissed her with such tenderness he ached with it.

He needed her to know how he felt, was driven to show her the depth of his emotions. Jennifer wasn’t just some woman. She was all woman. She was his woman. And he was going to make sure she had zero doubts about that by the time he was finished.

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She was soaring. That was the only way to describe how she felt completely naked and in Conny’s bed, kissing him for all she was worth. Hell. Being with Zircon was better than flying. Better than anything.

She was starving for him. After that one taste she’d gotten that night of the battle, Jennifer thought she’d be free of the constant longing she felt for the big, sexy Wyvern. But it didn’t work out that way. Nothing ever did, she mused.

If anything, that one night only whetted her appetite. Her skin craved his touch, her Owl demanded his claim, and the woman in her had to admit, she’d never felt this way before. No man had ever had the power to bring her to her knees, much less make her want to drop to them willingly. But for him, she would do anything. Especially right then.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned when he lifted his head, ending the kiss.

Zircon was by far the best of the brothers, in her opinion. But that did not make him any less arrogant. Cocky male grinned wickedly as she tsked and shook his head.

“Get those hands back over your head, Jenn,” he growled, his voice impossibly deep.

Only then did she realize she had them wrapped around his neck. That was ano no, according to the sexy as hell Wyvern. She wanted to smack him, but she also didn’t want him to stop. So she obeyed, her body heating when his blue gaze roamed over her with approval.

“Good girl,” he grunted, sliding down to catch her nipple with his tongue.

She felt his steel hard cock digging into her, and fuck, she loved it. Loved that she could do that to him. Make him need. Make him want.

Sexy, sexy beast.

Jennifer had always been so closed off and guarded, but right then, she just didn’t have the strength to put up walls. No, she was not a virgin when she’d slept with Zircon, but he made her feel like one. She wanted that now. Craved his touch. His possession.

Dangerous man.

He was bringing out a side of her she’d worked damn hard to keep hidden. But despite all her mother’s warnings and the youthful promises she’d made, Jennifer was falling. Fuck. If she were being honest, she’d admit she’d taken that leap a long time ago. Zircon was special. He wasn’t like anyone else she’d ever known. Oh, she’d been keeping track, taking measure of him throughout the years.

Conny was sweet and loyal to a fault. He was quiet, contemplative, and caring. She’d never known another dominant, powerful as hell male capable of such tenderness and self-sacrifice. His actions during assignments over the years proved he was brave, constant, and steadfast.

Oh, she was totally screwed if she thought this was going to help her resolve to stay away from him. But Jennifer had enough of denials. Tomorrow would bring whatever it would bring, but tonight she could have this. She could have him.

Fuck, she was dripping. She could feel the moisture pooling between her thighs, her sex swelling and readying for his possession. Never before had a man brought such an immediate reaction. Hungry for more, she arched her back. Bastard that he was, Zircon chuckled, licking his way to her other breast, and paying attention to that puckered nubbin as well. Thank fuck.

“So needy, baby. Don’t worry. I got you,” he growled.

She felt his hands slide down to her hips, his fingernails biting into her skin. Zircon’s chest rumbled as he licked and kissed her belly, dipping his tongue into her navel before settling between her thighs. Her sex ached for him, but he didn’t pounce like she wanted him to. Oh no, it seemed Conny was determined to drive her out of her mind.

“Conny,” she begged.

“Fuck, Jenn. Look how wet you are for me. So pretty and pink. Tell me what you want,” he growled.

He began kissing her inner thighs, petting her pussy with the tip of his fingers. The touch was light, too light, and Jennifer flexed her hips, desperate for more contact. But the beastly male would do no such thing.

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