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and looked at the carved pieces clutched in her hands. “I believe we should move this to a safer place.”
    “That might be a good idea.”
    He lifted her and carried her to the bed, removing her shoes before easing the dress over her hips after setting her down, taking the scrap of her panties with it.
    “Huh, you really weren’t intending to seduce a man tonight.” He smiled.
    “How can you tell?”
    “Your underwear doesn’t match.”
    She laughed. “You really do pay attention. No. I was not planning this tonight.”
    She was soon in nothing but her skin, but as a shifter, it was how she liked to spend most of her time. Nudity was her comfort zone.
    She twisted from front to back on the bed, getting a feel for the amount of space she had to work with and enjoying the feel of the sheets under her.
    She paused, and Drorik was watching, his shirt slowly descending his shoulders, hands on his belt.
    “Are you playing statue or are you going to join me?” She smiled.
    The shirt hit the floor, and the belt hissed out of the loops of his jeans. She watched him skim out of the rest of his clothing until he was as naked as she was and just as eager.
    The belt hung from his hand, and she eyed it suspiciously. “What are you planning to do with that?”
    “While I do enjoy being marked by my lovers on occasion, I believe that in your current state, you can do more damage than you intended to. Would you object if I bind your wrists?”
    She smiled slowly. “No, I would not mind.”
    She extended her wrists and flexed her hands once the tight leather pulled them together. She had just enough reach to slice through the belt with her thumb claw if she had to.
    He wrapped an arm around her and moved her along to the headboard, looping the belt through a carving in the wood and attaching the belt into a comfortable position.
    Yval lay with her hands over her head, her body exposed to his gaze and hands. Drorik stared at her and he smiled. “Comfortable?”
    “Yup. Getting a little cold though.”
    He chuckled and stroked a hand over her hip. “I am sure that I will be able to warm you with a little effort on my part.”
    The shadows in the room alternately lit and concealed the tattoos on his skin.
    She stared at one side of his chest, and words were flickering and forming on his skin before fading. “What is going on there?”
    “Carrying all the information of the fey transports in my mind could cause an issue, so I wear the information on my body. It comes and goes in waves, but I can read it as it prints.” He was completely dismissive of the magic tacked onto his skin.
    She wanted to touch the scrolling information, and she leaned forward before her bound wrists halted her progress. She lay back as he ran one hand over her waist, hip and thigh.
    His laugh, and the amused heat in his eyes got her attention.
    “Are you laughing at me?”
    “I am delighting in my good fortune.” He leaned in and softly kissed her lips while trailing his fingers up her inner thigh.
    She growled and nipped carefully at his lower lip. Drorik carefully moved out of reach of her teeth and pressed the flats of his fingers against her sex, flexing them and spreading the slick moisture that encouraged his touch.
    Yval parted her thighs and titled her hips, but he took his time, circling his fingers in a slow caress that dipped the tips of his digits into her for a moment before sliding out again.
    She squirmed against the slow torment, and he bent his head to her breast, nibbling and sucking at her nipples in turn while his fingers continued the torturous movements.
    She tried to get his fingers to glide over her clit, but only the lightest of grazes ever touched it. Yval fought the tightening sense of anticipation in her body. Sweat covered her, and Drorik seemed to have no inclination to either speed up or cease his slow caress.
    The sparks that flowed between them became a crackling glow where they were pressed together.
    When she felt