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down
her slender spine. But she didn’t ask him to stop his steady, determined
invasion. This was no gentle easing like the first few times they’d made love.
And from the subtle rocking of her hips, she didn’t want gentle or easy.
    “More,” he snarled. Lust was a ruthless master and he
submitted to the fiery lash of its whip. He abandoned her hip and splayed one
hand across her spine. He urged her to arch back over his arm. When she
complied, he rose, latched onto her nipple, suckling so hard she cried out and
bucked like a wild filly. Desire, sharp and brutal, struck at his gut, throbbed
in his dick, and in response her pussy took him a couple inches deeper. He
grunted against her flesh, his tongue lashing the stiffened tip with hard,
quick flicks.
    Again, her sharp wail filled his ears and the room. Her back
bowed, her fingers rose to his head, twisting and tugging on his hair. He
switched from one mound to the other, treating the neglected nub with the same
attention while he continued to bury his cock inside her grasping sex. The bead
of flesh on his tongue, the velvet clasp of her pussy—it was good. So fucking
good.
    He lifted his head, freeing her nipple with a soft pop as he
transferred his grip to her hips and lifted her off his cock. Her shivery moan
of objection turned into a yelp of shock as he eased her back down, needing to
be as close to her as possible.
    “Again,” she whispered.
    He stroked his palms up her back and cupped her shoulders,
his arms creating a brace for her as he leaned forward and momentarily withdrew
from her body. Within seconds, he grasped her waist and plunged back into her
wet heat. He set up a pounding pace that catapulted them both toward the
inevitable climatic end of this ride. With each thrust, he ground his pelvis
against her clit and ripped a cry from her throat. His lips settled in the dip
at the base of her neck as he rode her toward oblivion.
    She tilted her head back, arched into a deeper bow. The
submissive posture snapped something in his chest and the animalistic growl
that emerged from the soul of his beast reverberated against her skin. Her
scream rang out seconds before her pussy clamped down on his cock. He swore as
the orgasm swelled and broke over him. It seized him in its powerful jaws, a
willing captive. Just as he surrendered, a sizzle prickled low between his
shoulder blades and raced down his spine—the only warning he received before,
with a hollow whoosh, his wings punched the air behind him.
    Her eyes, hazy with release, widened in awe and delight.
    She reached out and her fingertips grazed the white feathers
of his underwings. Pleasure careened through him at the trembling caress. He
leaned forward, opening his mouth over the slim column of her neck, and allowed
ecstasy to crash down, hauling him under.
    And as he dove into the crazy, wild free fall, he clasped
his arms and wings around her, dragging her with him.
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    So close. He was so close.
    Evander paced the length of the living room like a hamster
on a wheel. Although the laceration scoring his lower torso had already started
knitting together, it pulled and ached with each stride. The cramped apartment
caged him. A growl rumbled in his throat. Nicolai had brought him to
this—running, hiding like a rabbit.
    He was a warrior, not a coward.
    But this was only temporary. The rinky-dink living quarters,
the hit ’n’ miss skirmishes with Nicolai and the rest of the krinos , the
killing…well… The corner of his mouth quirked. He enjoyed that part of this
little game. He’d acquired a taste for the hunt, the tearing of human skin under
his claws, the gush of their warm blood in his mouth, over his hands. It
was…addictive.
    And had been for the six months he’d been slaughtering the
weak, spineless mortals.
    The first kill had been an accident.
    He’d been home visiting Gregor and, as had been their
tradition since childhood, they’d gone soaring above their homeland,