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back into his arms.
    His lips were soft but slightly demanding. Drykin nibbled and lapped at her lips and tongue, coaxing rather than taking. He had to know she didn't need to be wooed, she was his for the taking, but he seemed to flirt with the kiss, retreating and advancing to keep her off guard. When Mary groaned and tilted her pelvis, Drykin went in for the kill, so to speak.
    Plunging his tongue into Mary's mouth, Drykin echoed her groan with his own masculine one. He wrapped his arms securely around her and tangled his fingers in her hair, positioning her head to maximize both their pleasure. Over and over he licked at her mouth and sucked her lips. Drykin's kiss of seduction turned into one meant to claim. And Mary was more than willing to let him.
    She was about to lose herself in the passion he'd created when he pulled back to look at her. His eyes glowed a red that should have seemed eerie. Instead, it only emphasized his need. Mary smiled at her thoughts.
    "You still think I look like a monster?” The question seemed to hurt him, but the light in his eyes didn't diminish.
    She pulled him down for a lingering, wet kiss. “To some, maybe. Not to me, Drykin. Never to me."
    And she meant it. She didn't know how or why, but his fierceness was beautiful to her. This man had fought many battles—she could see them in his mind—and he deserved someone to accept and love him because of what he was. Not in spite of it.
    With a desperate groan he took her mouth again and flexed his hips, rocking his cock between them against her clit covered by cotton panties and jeans. The contact sent tendrils of pleasure coiling around her, and she wrapped her legs around him in invitation. His tail encircled her left ankle, urging her leg higher over his hip. His breathing was as ragged as hers, and still he kissed her.
    After what seemed like forever, yet not nearly long enough, Drykin pulled away from her. “I want you, Mary. Here. Now. In my bed. If you have any doubts, if you aren't sure you can live here with me forever, tell me now and we'll stop. Once I've taken you as my mate, I will never let you go. No matter what you want."
    "I'm only twenty-six, Drykin. I can't wrap my head around ‘forever.’ But I can assure you of this. I don't want to be without you. I can't promise I won't miss my friend, but I've got nothing else for me anywhere but here."
    He smiled warmly at her. “That's an honest answer. It's all I can expect."
    "Then shut up and make love to me. Make me want to stay here with you."
    Drykin unfastened her jeans and slid them down her hips along with her panties. Mary thought about letting him undress her completely but decided all she was doing was prolonging her own misery. She shimmied out of her shirt, but before she could get to her bra, Drykon sliced the front of it open with one sharp talon. He didn't give her enough time to shrug out of it. Which was fine with her.
    Instead of plunging into her like she wanted and expected, he shoved her legs apart and pulled them over his shoulders. Mary knew what he was going to do, but at the first touch of his tongue on her pussy she screamed in the most tremendous pleasure she could ever remember.
    "That's it, my Mary,” Drykin purred from between her legs. “Tell me what you want."
    Mary's vision narrowed to the Darkling between her legs. She wasn't sure how she managed to find her voice, but she did. It might have been husky with need, but she managed to get the words out. “You, Drykin. I want you."
    He latched on to her clit this time and sucked gently, alternately making a swipe through her cunt lips. Several times, he did this, always coming back to her clit. Every time she got close to coming, Drykin pulled back and started all over again. His animalistic growls and grunts fueled her own lust, and she shrieked and pulled at his head and horns.
    The horns were a definite plus at the moment. They gave her something solid to grab on to and pull him up her