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“Kaja?” Dante flips me over. “It’s starting again? Don’tworry.” He slides down my body, spreading my legs as he goes. “I’ll take careof it. I can do this all night, you know.”

“What are you doing?” I am a little panicked when I feel hisbreath above the dark curls of my pussy. “You should not.”

I look down, and Dante’s gaze is savage in the dim light ofthe tent. Full night has fallen. The only illumination is candles and a strangedevice that holds fire. Dante’s eyes seem to glow in the darkness. He growlslow in his throat and sounds nothing like the slick man he was before.

“You would rather ache and burn than let me help you? Giveover to me. I can top you, Kaja. Don’t doubt it. Say yes and let me show youhow good this can be.” He stares at me for a moment.

I believe him. I still but not before I nod my assent. Heslides his fingers through my pussy, causing me to let my head fall back. Howdoes he do it? I never felt such sweet pleasure. The men of the pack lied aboutwhat a female must expect. I wonder what else they lied about.

“Feel better?”

I moan my answer. He parts me and slides his fingers in. Icannot help the tremor that races through me. I want more. I want more than hisfingers.

“We’re going to wax you here, love,” he chuckles. “I like abare pussy. It makes this easier, but I’ll suffer through tonight.”

“Oh,” I exclaim as I feel something lovely slide across mysupersensitive skin. I look down and see Dante licking me, his tongue comingout of that sensual mouth of his. My body begins to shake. The burn is turninginto something sweet.

“See, you like this,” he whispers. His words sizzle acrossmy flesh. I can see my cream on his face. He laps it up like it is the sweetestnectar. I watch as his tongue comes out and swipes across me in a way thatmakes my eyes blur. “This jewel is called your clitoris. Your clit is a sweetpiece of flesh, love. You can touch it yourself, but it’s better if I do it foryou. That way you can lay back and enjoy.”

This time when he places his tongue on my clitoris, he alsoworks a finger into my pussy. My hips move of their own accord, seeking aharder rhythm. I am closing in on something. I am not sure what, but I need to find out where he istrying to take me. I am so close. Close to pleasure. Close to him.

“Yes, baby,” he encourages, watching my face. “Fuck myfingers. Show me what you need.”

I push against him as he adjusts his pace. He adds anotherfinger, stretching me. He thrusts harder into me while his tongue is plantedfirmly against my clitoris. Close, oh so close, to that lovely place. I let myfeet find Dante’s shoulders, using his body to anchor mine. I give over to theinstincts riding me. I fuck his fingers and his tongue. I liked this word. Ilike fuck. Fucking feels like heaven, and I wonder what it would feel like tohave him thrust his man part into me. I think I will like this better because Ican see him. When the mating happened before, he was behind me. I want to seeDante’s face.

I pump against his fingers. When my body feels like it willsplit in two, I allow myself to fall over the edge. What did he call it?Orgasm. Orgasm feels like a sweet wave across my skin. It is better thananything.

My body goes soft, and I cannot help the giggle thatescapes. I never laugh, but now I understand the impulse. Laughter bubblesover, and I cannot stop it. I am happy. Happy.

Dante laughs against my skin, his every touch a littleaftershock. When he finally moves up my body, he looks lighter and happier thanbefore.

“Do I please you, Kaja?”

It would be simple to hurt him as he hurt me. I have what Ineed. He does not want me, but he asks for my acceptance. It would be simple todeny it.

“Yes,” I say dreamily. My arms drift up and around his neck.He does not want me for more than a night or two, but I will take them. I willtake these nights and hold them close to my heart. When the lonely days comeagain, I will dream of his green eyes and strong arms. I will pretend I amstill his. “Yes, you please me, Dante.”

“I am glad, consort,” he says with a grin. He has thesweetest dimples in his cheeks when he really smiles. I trace them with myfingers. Dante leans down and presses his mouth over mine. I gasp in surprise.“I suppose the Second wasn’t great at kissing, either.”

“What is kissing?”

His smile is pure decadence now. “Let me show you, wife.”

He leans over again. I can taste myself on him. He thrustshis tongue inside my mouth, and it rubs against mine. I sigh. Whatever thiskissing thing is, I like it very much. Dante’s arms wind around me. I amsurrounded by him. His skin touches mine. His scent fills my senses. His tonguemates with mine. So close to him. It is almost as though we are one person, andI am no longer alone.

After a long moment, he comes up for air. He presses hislips against me once more and then gets up.

“Wait here, just a minute,” he commands.

He jumps up. His man part is fully extended, and it tentshis pants admirably. Will he thrust it into me now? I will allow it because hebrought me such pleasure, but I dread it. Dante crosses to the chest Carapointed out before. He comes back with a smile on his face and what appears tobe an egg in his hand. Were they going to have a meal?

“Vampire tech,” he says. He seems excited. I wonder what heintends to do with the egg since he does not eat in the normal way. Then heturns it, and it begins to vibrate. “We’re going to have so much fun, Kaj.”

I lay back and close my eyes. I trust him and am ready forthis fun he speaks of. When he places the egg on me, I am sure this isValhalla.

Chapter Nine

Dante