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~ HARTH ~

Her mate was a handsome man, dignified and strong. Just watching him prowl through the world, commanding and confident, made her stomach flutter. But something about the boyish grin Tarkyn gave her in this precious, private moment set her whole body alight, her stomach twirling as if a cascade of butterflies had taken wing within her. She shivered with the pure pleasure of it.

Yet, Tarkyn’s smile only broadened. It was clear her cheeky mate was enjoying breaking her control!

She opened her mouth to chastise him, but he took her lips, a low growl puttering in his throat. Buried in his kiss, she let herself arch, leaning into the grip of his hand splayed at her back, allowing him to take her weight, and letting her head fall back to bare her throat as his free hand continued to drag down-slightly faster now, his movements a little jerky-to open her shirt.

When her shirt fell open and he slid his whole palm up her stomach to cup her breast, her breath stopped-and he had the audacity to laugh!

Fingers fisted in his hair, arched back and at his mercy, she almost demanded that he move faster. But he seemed to have such fun making her body come alive... she suspected two could play at that game.

And so, closing her eyes to more completely enjoy the sensation of his lips playing up her neck, and his thumb teasing her nipple, Harth reached for him, feeling his stomach muscles contract when she found and began to explore the shape of him in his leathers-straining against the restriction.

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“That can’t be comfortable,” she gasped, smiling when he made a tiny whine.

But she didn’t give him a chance to respond. As she slid her hand down to cup him, Tarkyn sucked in a breath-sucked on her neck-and her body shivered.

Still leaving her weight in his hand, she reached for his belt buckle, tugging at the length of the belt until it came free and slapped against his thighs.

Tarkyn’s entire body trembled when she released the belt and opened it.

But when she hesitated then, she felt his cheeks pull into a smile against her neck and he nipped at her skin, raising goosebumps that curled up to her scalp and felt delicious.

Her hands began to tremble, but she decided she didn’t care. Still heavy in his hands, she began on his buttons, making short work of them-only battling with the last one-until he sprang free and into her hands.

He groaned, then thrust into her hand, his body shuddering.

“How do I give you pleasure?” she whispered, wrapping her hand around the velvet iron of him, surprised again at how soft his skin was there, despite the core of steel. She drew her hand slowly up the length of him and he groaned again, shuddering.

“Exactly like that,” he rasped, then nipped her neck again.

Harth laughed, though her voice was breathless. “You know,” she whispered, stroking him again, “the older females used to joke about leading a male around by his member-but I always thought it was an exaggeration.”

“If that is how you choose to lead me, love, I’ll follow you anywhere.” His voice was rough and warm, his eyes gleaming.

Harth’s joy swelled at the delight in his expression, but she was still uncertain how to proceed. She giggled because she could feel him beginning to shake, though she wasn’t sure if she’d done that to him, or if he was simply overwhelmed with emotion. But as he gazed at her and his breathing grew rough, it seemed the balance of power had suddenly shifted between them, she kept her hand circled around him and stroked again, then again, feeling his body twitch, enjoying the sensation of him pressing into her grip and wondering what might happen if, when she reached the top of him she rubbed her thumb across-

“Harth-fuck!” he hissed, gripping her to him tightly so her hand-still holding him-was pinned firmly between them.

“Was that not-”

“That was everything,” he groaned, then pulled back far enough to meet her eyes. “But if you keep doing that, this will end very quickly,” he said dryly.

She frowned when he took his hand from her breast and slid it between them to find her and pry her grip from him. “Another time, love,” he said with a shaky chuckle. “When things aren’t quite so new and... thrilling.”

He lifted her wrist, placing her palm against his chest and held it there for a moment as he kissed her again. Then, just when her breath shortened again, he let go, allowing more space between them so that he could peel her shirt aside, urging her to drop her hand a moment for him to remove the sleeve.

Then he started touching her and Harth was lost.

Piece by piece, stroke by stroke, kiss by kiss, they slowly undressed each other, still standing there in the cave. He hadn’t moved her since she’d started undressing him. But when they were finally naked and entwined, skin-to-skin, both of them sighing from the sheer pleasure of removing all barriers between them, then he cupped her face in one hand, and her ass in the other and began to walk her backwards towards the sleeping platform.

She wasn’t really aware of anything but his touch and his kiss until she hit the platform and came up short with a little gasp when they bumped together.

But Tarkyn just growled and leaned down, sliding both hands down the back of her thighs to grasp behind her knees and tip her effortlessly back onto the platform.

Harth gave a little shriek, gasping again, then laughing a little with the shock of it when he immediately stepped between her now-open knees. She began to push up on her elbows, intending to pull herself back, up the bed. But he gave a little growl and caught her hips before she could move.

“No.” His voice was rough, honeyed gravel. “Stay there.”