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Nobody would care.

But they had each other. They cared.

He squeezed her hand in return.

Shutting her eyes, she nodded. It was time to go. Standing, she pulled him to his feet and hugged him.

Kissing the top of her head, he held her gently. “I’m still fucking you stupid,” he murmured into her hair. “I refuse to die horny.”

That got her to snort in laughter. Reaching up, she caressed his cheek, tracing the line of his cheekbone that could cut glass. “No wonder you’ve lived so long.”

Grinning, he scooped her up in his arms. “Finally, you understand.”

Wrapping her arms around behind his neck, the world fell away as he took them to Tir n’Aill.

For the last time.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Alex shouldn’t have been surprised when Izael veritably attacked her like a whirlwind the moment the world came back into focus. Her feet hadn’t even touched the ground before he had shifted forms to his true self and half-lain, half-thrown her down onto his chaise lounge.

His fingers dug into her sides as his hands roamed her body, squeezing—grasping—needing. It was so overwhelming it made it easy to sink into it, to forget everything around her. There was no looming death. No horrible suffering. No attempted murder of a demigod. Just her. Just Izael.

And it was glorious.

The dress she was wearing was the first victim to Izael’s feral desire. He ripped it from her, the threads popping as he clearly decided he had no patience to deal with the zipper. It was a shame, as it was a nice dress—but she’d never have the chance to wear it again, anyway.

She pushed those lingering thoughts from her mind. Not like Izael gave her much choice as he grasped the band of her bra in both hands and pulled, snapping and ripping it like it was nothing. A second later, he descended on her, pulling a desperate moan from her as he bit one nipple while mercilessly tormenting the other between his fingers.

There were no words. They weren’t needed. Threading her fingers into his hair, she held on to him for dear life as he mixed pain and pleasure in perfect balance. It was her turn to dig her fingernails into his shoulder as hard as she could, wanting to return the favor.

He hissed, so much like his reptilian cousins, as he pulled his head up from her breast to bare his teeth at her. “Careful, songbird—I might like that too much.”

Her response was to fist his hair in her hand and pull, watching those sea-green eyes go lidded and dark in bliss. It seemed he could take as good as he gave. If we live through this, somehow, I’m going to see how he likes being on a leash next time…

Dragging her nails over his chest, she traced that perfect teal line that ran from beneath his chin all the way down to where his scales started at his hips. She left faint, red, lifted welts in her wake. His tail writhed in response as he shuddered from the action.

He pulled her up from her back to kneel in front of him as he wrapped his tail around behind her, surrounding them both as his lips crashed into hers. When his tongue flicked at her lips, she parted hers to allow him entry. It curled around her own tongue, the length and the dexterity of it reminding her of their first foray.

And it seemed it reminded him, too, as the tip of his tail slithered around her throat and pulled her away from him. His gaze traveled down her body that was now on full display. He’d left her thigh-high stockings on, but her garter belt and underwear had been snapped and removed like all the rest.

His fingers ran along the lace edge of her pantyhose, a low growl leaving him. “You are perfect. And you are mine.”

The music that surrounded them was a tango, their instruments mingling together in a perfect mirror of how their bodies would soon be. She didn’t argue with him—instead surrendering to his power, tilting her head back and leaning against the strength in his long, muscular tail.

She was his.

There was no point in denying it any longer.

That simple motion—that simple relaxing of her muscles into his power—was like dangling a piece of meat in front of a starving tiger. The world was a brief blur as he turned her around and yanked her head down to the upholstered lounge. It was obvious what he was after when he slid a part of his tail in front of her and she watched as his two members emerged from the slit that hid them, pulsing and twitching, already hard and begging for attention.

She ran her hand over the first of his two lengths, feeling the ridges against her palm. She squeezed, earning her a moan from behind her.

His breath washed over the bare skin of her ass before his tongue ran up the line of her core. It’d be only fair to return the favor as she did the same to him, tasting him. It was strange and foreign—but not unpleasant. Not at all. Even if she was a little alarmed at what the texture was going to feel like.

She was also eager to find out.

Taking the tip of him into her mouth, she shut her eyes and let herself experience the moment. The sight of him was bizarre enough that it was helpful simply to feel it. The hand on her thigh tightened as he plunged a finger into her to the knuckle, his thumb running over her sensitive nub. She jolted with the sudden pleasure that lanced up her spine.