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“Liv.”

“That wasn’t me.”

“Your tail is attached to you.”

“She’s a menace.”

“She has excellent instincts.”

The greedy bitch stroked him again.

Lux’s fingers dug into my hips. “Don’t let her stop.”

The energy shifted.

What I had taken felt darker, thick with pain and violence. Inside me, it warmed. Pink light burned behind my closed eyes. The small amount I pushed toward him returned in a rush strong enough to make his body jerk.

Shadows spread across the bedroom floor and climbed the walls. The burns around his throat faded from a violent red to an angry pink. His ribs expanded beneath my palm as he dragged in a deeper breath than he had managed since waking.

Lux groaned into my mouth.

One hand slid across my back and pulled me flush against him. The kiss turned harder, hunger meeting hunger until I could no longer separate his need from mine.

“How do you feel?” I asked against his lips.

“Better.”

“How much better?”

His mouth moved along my jaw. “Strong enough to demonstrate.”

One hand slid across my back and dragged me against him. His cock pushed hard between us while my tail continued working him beneath the fabric.

“Take off your panties,” he said.

Heat rushed through me. “Bossy.”

“Please take off your panties before I rip them off.” His teeth caught my lower lip. “I need to taste you.”

I hooked my fingers beneath the elastic and shoved them down my thighs. They dropped around my ankles, and I kicked them somewhere near the dresser.

Lux lifted me before the fabric hit the floor.

My legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth remaining on mine while he carried me toward the bed. My tail paused when the movement pulled his cock free from his boxers.

Lux broke the kiss and stripped them off.

“Don’t you dare stop.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

My tail found him again, wrapping around his cock with enough enthusiasm to prove it had chosen a favorite. He carried me to the bed, my legs wrapped around his waist. When we hit the bed, he dropped my hips and hauled my legs up over his shoulders as he rose above me.

My head hit the bed as his arms did the work to close the distance between my pussy and his mouth.

The first stroke of his tongue ripped a cry from my throat. My hips lifted off the bed, though his arms locked around my thighs and held me where he wanted me. His tongue circled my clit with the concentration of a man studying a weakness he planned to exploit for the rest of my natural life.

“Oh, fuck.”