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base of his cock.
    He threw back his head and closed his eyes, concentrating only on how her hot mouth felt. “By all the seven hells, Sheala, you’re torturing me.”
    He was answered with an enticing chuckle.
    He heard the rustle of cloth. Her mouth was replaced with supple fingers that teased and caressed.
    “Open your eyes.”
    Obeying her, he looked down.
    Her shirt hung open and she was rubbing his cock between her full breasts. She brushed it against her left nipple.
    “Mother of all the fates,” he muttered and thrust his hips forward.
    She pumped him. “I want you to come on my breasts.”
    His stomach muscles quivered. “Yesssssssss.”
    She bent and licked his cock, pumped him more. With her other hand, she pinched her own nipple, which was a tight, hard nub.
    Marljas licked his lips. He wanted to taste those nipples—but the sight of his brown cock against her ivory skin…
    “Are you ready to come? Do you want to wait?”
    Grasping her shoulders, he thrust his hips forward. She leaned back as his cock slid up between her breasts. His voice was a shuddering growl he didn’t recognize. “No waiting. Now!”
    Another low laugh escaped her. Tilting her head back, she smiled up into his face. “Very well.” She slid her fingers down his cock to his balls and rolled them in her left hand as she squeezed and pumped him with her right.
    Marljas shuddered. Her hands were pure magic. “Your mouth. I want your mouth!”
    “And I want you to come. Now.” She released his balls, slid her hand under his tail, and pressed a finger into his anus.
    Fire exploded in his balls and rushed up through his cock. His hips thrust forward involuntarily. As he watched, his cum squirted onto her breasts.
    She pushed her finger farther into his anus.
    More fire, more cum.
    Marljas felt his knees begin to buckle as she pulled her finger free and rose to her feet. Before he could say a word, she grabbed his hand and pushed it down the front of her loose pants.
    She was slick and damp. Moisture coated his fingers as she moaned and pushed herself against them.
    Her voice was a breathy whisper. “Help me. I need…”
    Gathering his scattered wits as best he could, Marljas slid his fingers between her lips and rubbed the hard nub she pressed against his fingers. In a matter of seconds, more moisture coated his fingers, and she grabbed hold of his arms as she shuddered with her own orgasm.
    When she rested her forehead against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.
    Long minutes passed before their breathing and heart rates returned to normal.
    Slipping his finger under her chin, Marljas tilted her head back. “Sheala…”
    Voices coming up the path interrupted him.
    She pressed her hand to his lips, smiled and stepped back. Pulling her shirt closed, she spun around and disappeared in the direction of the house.
    After a moment, Marljas shoved his now flaccid cock back inside his pants and raked his hair back off his face. He snatched up his tunic and pulled it over his head. Midsummer. Less than a week. He could wait that long to have her.
    And he would have her. She would be his mate. No other man would ever touch her again. He’d kill anyone who tried.

    * * * * *
Naked, Sheala lay stretched across her bed watching while her grandmother and sister-in-law Fionilina put the finishing touches on the dress she would wear on Solstice. Her family had told her over and over again that being born on Solstice was extremely lucky, but she’d never believed it before this year.
    Brianna’s arrival and Fionilina’s marriage to her oldest brother Rodane had had a dramatic impact on the Alalakan household. And then the Gattans—and Marljas—had come.
    She shivered. Marljas. Two days ago they’d practically made love. He’d avoided her ever since. Why?
    She shivered again. His cock had been delicious. To have it between her legs, buried deep!
    “Are you cold?”
    She blinked. “What?”
    “I asked if you