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Pure, electric lust drove straight throughAilyn Harmattan. He had many years of forced celibacy to catch up on and withone potent kick of his legs, he shot them backward toward the shore. His hungerwas like a living beast ripping at him with unsheathed claws. He came out ofthe water, fell to his back with his lady still clinging to him and flipped herover so she was lying beneath him.

“You are an evil woman, Shanee,” he said ina deep, husky voice.

“And you are…” she began, but his lips wereon her breast and his teeth were nipping at her nipple and she became like warmhoney, flowing beneath him with her legs spread wide in invitation.

Ailyn’s body was between her thighs, hiscock bent down along her slit but he knew better than to take her. She washighly fertile and just one errant drop of his sperm would impregnate her. Heknew it as surely as he knew he was about to explode to have her. Even the topof his head felt as though it were about to burst open.

He released her nipple and licked his waydown her chest, her belly, her abdomen, until he could pluck at her netherhairs with his teeth.

“You are beyond evil, ehemann,” sheaccused. “You are malevolent!” Her fingers dove into his thick hair. “Do it,Ailyn. Do it!”

Although she was arching her hips up tohim, he shook his head. As much as he wanted—needed—to thrust into herwarm sheath, he would not. It was sheer torment and his cock burned so fiercelyit was painful but he would deny them both.

For now.

Shanee shuddered as his lips closed overher clit. His tongue was laving it and she was squirming, grabbing handfuls ofthe loose sand beneath her, her heels digging into the mud for they were barelyout of the water. As his tongue dragged along her folds, swirled over heraching flesh, she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

He was poised between her legs and lookedup at her, the moonlight lovingly caressing his handsome face. “Would you liketo see true malevolence, little Amazeen?” he drawled.

The Primary Riezell Guardian lifted herhead to look down at him. There was something so primal in his gaze, sopossessive, that she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. “Ailyn?”she questioned.

Very deliberately he thrust his indexfinger inside her then his middle finger. He swiveled his fingers until hecould touch that fleshy pad he sought within her. She was keenly aware of hisother hand beneath her rump and when he slowly insinuated a finger into heranus, she nearly shot up from the ground.

“Ailyn!” she cried out, and she heard himlaugh a second before his lips closed on her clit.

There was no way to describe the things hewas doing to her, Shanee thought. Her body was flaming, her womb jerking. Theripples of pleasure were so intense, so concentrated, all she could do was lifther hips and moan.

In and out his fingers and thumb went as hesuckled that swollen bud where all sensation was gathering. She bore down onhis hand—impaling her lower body on his fingers—and her fingers speared throughhis hair to hold his head to her cunt. He was stroking that spongy spot insideher and causing such unbelievable pleasure she thought she would fragment.Powerful, forceful spasms began high up in her channel then shot downward in awave that had her screaming her release.

Ailyn lapped at the sweetness that flowedfrom his lady’s cunt and ground his stony erection into the wet ground. He cameat the same moment she did though it shamed him to do so. He would havepreferred having been inside her sweet channel.

Half in and half out of the stream, he laythere with his cheek pressed to Shanee’s belly. He was striving to get hisragged breathing under control as her hands smoothed his wet hair.

They lay like that for a long while. Shewas staring up with wonder at the moon above them and he was looking at thedark jungle beyond. When he spoke, his warm breath fanned over her naked hip.

“At first,” he said, “when we were broughtto Theristes, I couldn’t get enough of being with the people here. It had beenso long since I’d spoken face-to-face with any one and I was eager to learnabout them, their worlds, how they had adapted to becoming Reapers. I was soexcited I don’t think I slept all that much those first few days but then thenovelty wore off.”

His fingers were still inside her and helay there a bit longer just feeling her pulse beating through the softness.Gently he released his intimate hold on her and brought his arm up to lie overher thigh.

“One day I realized I had had enoughcompany and I ventured out into the jungle as another of us had done. I spentthe entire day just sitting by a little pond and watching the monkeys playingtag in the branches overhead. When I came back that evening Tariq sought me outand asked me to walk with him.”

“Had he been worried about you?”

“No,” he replied. “He knew what washappening inside me. He’d spent over fifty years in Cell Two. He understood. Hetold me that when Cair Ghrian had brought him back to Theristes, he’d undergonethe same manic desire to be constantly with his people but then had come theday when he needed to go off on his own. Thankfully Bahiya understood andallowed him his space.”

“A wise woman,” she said.

“He told me if I wanted to spend some timealone that was my right. I could go off and find a place of my own and knowthat there would be no bars, no locked doors to keep me in that place. I wouldhave freedom to go and come as I liked with no one to deny me.”

“And so you found the cave.”

“That first night in the cave, I realizedthat all my life I’d been imprisoned in one way or another,” he said. “When Iwas a child, I was kept in the nursery away from my parents—most especially mymother—and when