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she liked his pet name. So when she sauntered, teasing him with each slow, precise step, she made sure to sway her hips enough her breasts bounced. His hands became fists as he appeared to fight his instinct to approach. Once she reached him, she lifted his shirt over his head to bare the six-pack abs that haunted her dreams each night. Going on tiptoes, she nipped his flat nips until he hissed and she caught his hands reaching for her.
    “No.” One word. One powerful, small word stilled his movement.
    She lowered until she rested on her knees before him. She grasped the button on his jeans and popped them open. The heavy veins disappearing beneath caused her mouth to salivate in anticipation of what would come. Dax’s erection pressed against the ungiving denim in a seemingly uncomfortable manner, and she took extra care when lowering the zipper. The second she scooted his jeans past his hips, his cock bobbed free right at eye level.
    She couldn’t resist an early tease and swiped her tongue underneath the broad, bulbous head before dropping farther to remove his pants completely.
    Again, she caught a slight movement from his arms. She suspected he’d restrained himself from grabbing her by the back of the head. She laughed, low and seductive.
    “Not yet—tiger,” she purred.
    She unlaced his boots and removed them so she’d be able to get his pants over his now-bared feet. Once she’d removed them, she tossed them over by his pack and aligned herself eye to pecker. She drew her gaze up to his and her breath stalled. His teeth had elongated, and a fierceness reflected from his gaze.
    Okie dokie, no more teasing then.
    She passed her tongue along the seam but didn’t take him within her mouth. Merely traced the outlines, veins, and ridges that adorned the part of him that made her weak in the knees. Zhara rested her hands on hair-dusted thighs for leverage and slowly worked him with both hands and mouth in unison. Oh, he’d tried before, but now apparently he couldn’t refrain.
    Large hands encompassed the back of her head and urged her forward. A wordless plea to take him deeper and suck harder. Even engrossed in what she hoped was his euphoria, he never forced her, only let her feel what he needed.
    Right as she sensed a build, that subtle surge in girth, and readied for his release, she found herself flipped face down and ass up. High. One arm encircled her waist, holding her in place and the other braced on the floor next to her. Though he’d dropped onto a hard floor he didn’t seem pained in any way, and in one swift thrust, he slid home.
    And that’s exactly where he was, home. She’d prove that to him.
    He gave her a moment to acclimate to the sudden intrusion—not that she needed it. The minute he was naked, her body primed without forethought. She reacted to her mate.
    A firm hand pressed her upper body flat on the floor, and the arm beneath her waist yanked her pelvis higher for a perfect alignment. The storm that assaulted her next left her gasping for air and anything coherent. Dax owned her. In every way possible. And the primal ride he gave tore past sexual and strode straight to her soul. A moment later, and she felt his chest to her back and his mouth on her neck. He suckled gently, then bit. Hard.
    This wasn’t fucking...it was a mating, pure and simple.
    Under the shimmering of the moonlight and water Zhara gave herself over to Dax. For now and always she would be his, and he hers.
    Later, while they snuggled on one blanket and under another Dax thankfully had tucked in his pack, Dax pulled one more surprise.
    A shiny, antique, heirloom engagement ring.
    Though she’d already committed, she remained mum while Dax proposed. On bended knee, nude in front of the illustrious reflection pond.
    No one was taking this moment from her.
    Not even her.
    “Happy Valentine’s Day, Zhara.”
    “Happy first Valentine’s Day to you too.” She giggled, wondering how he’d ever top this