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his
restraining hold. When he wouldn’t release her, she tried to pry
his fingers free with her other hand. “I can’t stay here. I won’t ! Let go of
me.”
    “I don’t want to.”
    She stopped struggling, her gaze suddenly
clouded. “Why?”
    “I like having my fingers
on you.” He pulled her slowly toward him. “But I think I’ll like
having them in you even better.”
    Renewing her resistance, she tried to twist
away. “I’m your brother’s mate! You can’t—”
    “You renounced Sammael in front of me.
That’s an open invitation to woo you.” He pressed her against his
chest, his hands moving to cup her ass. “I accept.”
    Her upper body arched
away, which ground her sex against his thigh. I should pull her legs around my waist and fuck her right
here, right now. The vivid image in his
mind was nearly too powerful to resist. He slid his finger deep
into her crack and gently pulled her ass cheeks apart, allowing the
humid air of the grotto to tease over her. She quickly smothered a
moan.
    “I will set Sammael aside, but that doesn’t
mean I’ll choose you next.” She sounded muddled, as if the words
were meant as much to remind her as to inform him. “I may never
choose another mate.”
    Possessive passion stirred within Jetrel.
Being Lilith’s mate appealed to him far too much. He would
surrender control to no one! This slender slip of female was
dangerous. “Who said anything about mating? I just want to fuck
you.”
    She shoved him backward and stomped across
the chamber. “Are you always this hateful?” Snatching his tunic off
the ledge, she tugged it on over her head.
    “I have a proposition for you.” He flashed
his most compelling smile.
    “I have no interest in your
proposition.”
    “You haven’t even heard it.”
    She mocked him with her smile.
    “I have the right to woo you. You
cannot fuck anyone else until I’ve had you at least
once.”
    With an exasperated shriek, she ripped off
the tunic and dropped to her hands and knees, presenting him with
her rounded ass. “Just get it over with.” She ground out the words
and opened her legs.
    Jetrel clenched his fists. His cock bucked
wildly, demanding he accept her invitation. Her breasts dangled,
full and free, waiting for the pressure of his hands, her cunt
opened sweetly, even her puckered little asshole was there for the
taking.
    “Get up,” he growled.
    “Get on with it!” She arched her back,
lowering her shoulders toward the floor.
    Fury beat back his desire. He dropped to his
knees behind her, his pants still securely tied. She lowered her
head submissively, obviously expecting to be drilled and have it
“over with”. Jetrel seethed. He knew a thing or two about control.
No female, regardless of how desirable, was going to command
him.
    His hands shot between her legs and under
her belly, clasping her hips. Wedging her thighs wide, he pulled
her knees off the floor. She cried out, trying to look back at him.
He held her open, utterly at his mercy.
    Using the tip of his tongue against her
clit, he flicked and circled ruthlessly. Her hips jerked. She
gasped and shuddered as he concentrated entirely on that tiny knot
of nerves. He lashed and licked. He caught it between his teeth and
carefully sucked it into his mouth.
    She trembled violently. A sharp cry tore
from her throat as her pearly essence released. He closed his eyes
and inhaled her musk, savoring the earthy scent and the power of
knowing he’d made her cream.
    “Jetrel,” she murmured, her voice muffled
against her folded arms.
    He flipped her onto her back while she was
still pliant, draping her legs over his shoulders. He slipped his
hands under her, squeezing her sculpted ass as he raised her to his
mouth. Her folds were slick, her flavor delicate yet evocative. He
swirled and explored every crevice and valley before slowly sinking
into her snug core.
    Ravenous for the sensual taste of her flesh
and encouraged by her rapturous cries, he nearly forgot