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breast, teasing the rigid tip of it with his thumb. A low groan echoed in the back of her throat as she arched up against him, seeking more.
    The hard length of his aching verge rubbed against the soft curls at the juncture of her thighs. He cupped the rounded flesh of her bottom, his fingers sliding until they connected with the slick, wet heat of her that smelled of willing female, cinnamon spice, and sweet vanilla. Cate bucked against his hand, her fingertips digging into his chest, her soft hood parting to accommodate the tip of his shaft as his fingers delved deeply into her core. She moaned.
    His mind went into a blank haze filled only with the small sounds she made, the texture and scent of Cate, pulsing like a brilliant light behind his eyes, filling his whole body with a driving need to claim her for his own.
    A knock at the door shattered the moment. Cate pushed back, panting hard, her cheeks flushing from the pink of pleasure to the scarlet of embarrassment in an instant.
    What in the name of Morgolath am I doing? The thought hit Rook square between the eyes. He wanted Cate in a way that burned fire through his veins, but he didn’t dare. The woman must have a magick more powerful than he’d ever encountered before to make him forsake his duty and honor so easily for her touch.
    “Must be Borgen,” Rook muttered. He had to give his servant credit for being both efficient and right in his timing. He’d been on the precipice, willing to forsake his father, his people, his world, just to sink himself into her.
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    Cate grabbed at the clothing Rook had laid out for her and slid the soft shirt over her head, not even bothering to figure out where her discarded bra and panties might have gone.
    “Your Highness?” A man’s muffled voice came from beyond the heavy door. Rook padded bare-ass naked across the room, muscles rippling beneath his smooth skin, his penis still thick and erect. Cate didn’t have time to stare as she yanked the heavy split suede skirt up her legs.
    She’d never gone without underwear before and the sensual slide of the silk over her sensitive torso coupled with the soft brush of the suede against her thighs made her aware of how very close she’d come to giving in to Rook. Maybe fae in his caste gave off some kind of pheromone that acted like an aphrodisiac. Either way, his response to her had left her shaken, aroused, and filled with yearning. Still, Cate pulled the rusted nails from her skirt and put them in the deep pockets of her riding skirt. She wasn’t stupid.
    Rook cracked open the door, completely at ease with his undressed state. “Is everything ready, Borgen?”
    Cate barely noticed the servant bow, his head so much larger than his body she was afraid he might tip over. She was far more interested in the muscular curve of Rook’s spectacular backside. “Yes, Your Highness. Two catamounts with provisions and a lunch await you in the front bailey.”
    “Very good.” He shut the door and glanced at her, appreciation flaring in his eyes. “I prefer you in nothing at all, but the riding attire suits you.” Her heart skipped a beat, then started back up double time.
    Thinking he looked absolutely magnificent in nothing at all, Cate snatched up the long burgundy jacket and found not just the collar, but the entire inside of it was lined with soft fur. The fur collar smelled of lavender and, when she slid it on, it tickled her bare neck just beneath the edge of her hair. The velvet was far heavier than she’d expected, thick enough to resemble the sensation of being bundled in a half dozen quilts rather than one elegant coat.
    In the time it had taken her to put on the jacket, Rook had already clothed himself in black suede pants that clung to his muscular legs, as well as a shirt and long duster-style coat like her own. The dark forest green velvet stretched across his broad shoulders, and silver fur formed a lush collar around the strong column of his tanned throat. He