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“Not in the food prep area!” I squawked as I felt his hands fumbling between us at his belt.

Galbrath froze, then gave a shaky inhale, as if to steady himself against his own impatience. I felt that impatience, too. The place between my legs was swollen and throbbing, just from him rubbing himself against me. But I could not imagine how unsanitary fucking on this countertop would be. I’d seen how much fluid that male produced. Someone (me) would be cleaning it up fordays.

But Galbrath was giving me that look again. That raw, achy, unexpectedly tender sort of look that made my throat clench.

“You’re right,” he said gruffly. “You deserve better.” His gaze glinted with sudden wickedness. “At least for the first time. After that, I reserve the right to rut you anywhere.”

“Anywhere?” I breathed.

“Anywhere,” he repeated firmly, nearly majestically, as if giving out some important royal edict. “In bed. On the floor. Outside. Inside.Anywhere.”

Then he picked me up, cradling me easily against his chest as if I weighed nothing at all. And I knew, in that moment, I was already lost to him. I hugged his neck, pressing my cheek to his skin, feeling the thunder of his heart.

Anywhere.

I’d let him take me anywhere.

Luckily, he took me straight to bed.

CHAPTER 17

GALBRATH

Ideposited Luna on our bed as I wrenched off my vest and got to work freeing my straining cock. She watched me, dazed and beautiful and, maddeningly, still wearing clothes.

“Get naked,” I growled as I shoved off my trousers and shucked out of my boots in one desperate motion. Then I stopped, standing over her, breathing so hard I half-wondered if my lungs might give out as she wiggled out of her human garb and tossed it onto the floor.

“Your hair, too,” I said, sounding strangled. “Take out the braid.”

She hesitated, her eyes going to my face, then my cock. In the silvery blackness like this she was all scent and texture and glistening bits. Eyes. Lips. Hair.

Cunt.

She was wet already. I could see it, smell it as my naked wife undid her braid and shook out her shimmering strands.

“I’m surprised you’re asking me to do this,” she murmured. “Didn’t you take my hair out last night?”

There was a strain of what almost sounded like shy hope in her voice. Like she hoped I’d say yes, and therefore would be confirming something about myself to her. Something good.

“Of course I did. Who else would it have been?”

She smiled softly in the dark. My heart felt like someone was battering it.

Or that maybe it was battering me.

“I don’t know. Oh!” She cried out as I dove at her, hitching her legs up over my shoulders and shoving my head between her legs. She wiggled and tensed. “I’m kind of sweaty,” she lamented.

“Don’t care,” I groaned, my tongue dipping inside her before drawing back out and up to swirl around her most sensitive place. “In fact,” I rasped against her thrumming flesh, “I love it.”

Her scent was viscous as honey, honey like the colour of her hair, and now there was wetness sweet as honey pouring out from between her legs as I feasted on her. She was all luxury, all exquisite ecstasy, all silk and sugar and musk.

Every one of my senses bathed in the glory of her. The taste I’d never get enough of, the slickness of her delicate skin here where my tongue played, the plush hips I gripped, the sound of her voice breaking open over lilting notes of pleasure. The scent that drowned me as if I hadn’t grown up by the sea, drowned me as if I hadn’t learned to swim before I’d walked.

The scent that dragged me down and took me home.

Luna was racing towards her peak, and despite not yet being touched, I was not far behind. She gripped me and locked her thighs around my head, just as I’d taught her to. Just as I wanted. When she came, she went starkly silent, vibrating against me with frantic agony.

“Almost there, Luna lass,” I groaned. I gave her a moment, because I wasn’t entirely merciless, before I eased the first of my thick fingers inside her. My breathing hitched, and my cock spewed hard when I felt the molten suction of her cunt quivering and clamping down on me. Luna arched like I’d burned her or bitten her. Gently but firmly, because I could tell that she couldtake it, I worked my finger in and out of her like a cock, feeling her trembling channel clench and loosen.