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her. He wanted to bury his face in her pussy and nurse at the vein located in her thigh at the same time. Her scent was unbelievable, lush and feminine. He swallowed loudly, attempting to collect himself.
    “No more of that, agreed?”
    When she didn’t speak, he released her hand and lifted his head. She was staring at him. The look in her eyes told him she was fighting an inner struggle as well. The brown in her irises was limited to the outer rim, the inside an exquisitely vivid foiled gold.
    “I don’t like it when you look at me like that.” Her chest rose and fell as she took a deep breath and released it.
    “Like what?”
    “Like some tart you want to have your way with.”
    “A tart?” Her choice of words amused him.
    “Don’t be daft.”
    “Daft.” He grinned. “Now that’s one I haven’t heard before.”
    “Really?” She seemed to think about it before she shrugged. “It’s a shame. The word suits you.”
    “I can think of other things that suit me better.” The blood that went to his cock caused it to pulse. He could think of a hell of a lot of things that suited him better, but there was one thing—one person—that was more important than the rest. He lowered his head, granting her time to move away if she wanted.
    “Such as?” Her question came out as a raspy whisper.
    “This.”
    He was unfailingly gentle as their mouths met, winding his fingers into her hair and pulling her nearer. When her lips parted, he gently stroked his tongue inside the cavern of her mouth and waited patiently until he felt the first tentative caress of her tongue before he delved deeper.
    Her hands came up, grasping his forearms lightly. Each twirl and lap of her tongue was soft, mirroring the motions of her hands as she brushed her fingers against his skin.
    Pulling away was the hardest thing he had ever done. He held her face in his large palms, gazing down into eyes full of desire and want. “We have to make the cavern before sunrise,” he murmured, lowering his face and brushing his lips against hers one final time. “We can continue this there, if you’ll let me. There is nothing that would please me more.”
     
    Willow gazed into Bridon’s silver-tinted eyes—into the very soul of the man—and knew he meant what he said. She’d had plenty of time to mull over her options as they traveled, trying to put her thoughts into some semblance of order. Some things had already been decided, future consequences made unavoidable by her capture. However, there were other things that only she had the power to allow or prevent.
    Including how she chose to be with Bridon.
    She lowered her gaze as she weighed the gravity of the situation. She had lashed out at him, hurt him, and still he cared for her as a Lycae mate would, seeing to her injuries. Despite all the things he had done, there was also good in him. Yes, he had treated her as a prisoner, but would he have if the circumstances were different? What if she were Aislynn and times were different? How had he been with his Fated the first time around?
    She was certain it was nothing like this.
    Shaking aside the thought, she focused on the here and now. None of her people had to know of what transpired between them. It could remain a secret. She could set boundaries and ensure it only went so far. If somehow her kind discovered her weakness for the vampire king, it wasn’t as if she’d be around to suffer the mortification of being shunned and reviled.
    Sweet Fates, she didn’t want to die a complete innocent. Not when her Fated male, gifted by the gods no less, was waiting eagerly before her. She recalled how it was with him hours before when he was naked and pressed against her skin. The image made her entire body erupt in tingles as her pulse quickened.
    “I have…” She licked her lips, worried her voice would fail her. “There have to be conditions.”
    “What kind of conditions,” he murmured softly, swiping a thumb across her jaw.
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