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would make it good for them both. Losing herself in sexual
pleasure until she was well-sated might drown out the doubts about this whole
process that nagged at a part of her brain. At least she got Tai, her preferred
lover. An odd choice, she knew, but she had always followed her instincts, no
matter how much it baffled her sisterhood.
    A glance at the clock indicated he’d arrive momentarily. To
prepare, she stroked herself until her juices flowed down her thighs and the
scent of her lust perfumed the room. When the doorbell rang, she ached to be
taken. She opened the door to a single rose and eyes that flamed with raw
hunger the instant he took in her attire.
    “I’m glad my appearance pleases you,” she said as she took
the rose and caressed the petals down her neck to her breasts. She liked the
way he looked as well. Black hair curled seductively on the shoulders of a
leather jacket, a body carved from steel and a focus so intense his gaze burned
through her skin. It had been a long time and he was someone she’d choose to
scratch an itch any day.
    “Let me show you just how much.” Faster than she thought
possible, he had the door closed and her facing the wall, ready for his entry.
His size hid his true prowess and those skills sent heat coursing through her.
No one had ever taken her that quickly and she was ranked the most decorated
Amazon under thirty. With one hand, he liberated the rose, the other had her
wrists against the wall in an unbreakable vise. He used his knee to thrust her
legs wider. “Your pleasure belongs to me, Antiope.”
    Satisfied he’d proven his worth, she bent forward, inviting
him in. “May your seed conceive a new warrior.” She said the required words to
begin the first taking. Instead of a powerful entry, a whisper of silk glided
up one thigh, floated across her mons and slid down the other. The rose. An
offer of a different kind—a test of who they’d be.
    “Call me Annie.” The name she used in the human world, an
alternate identity—one that reflected her whole self, not just the warrior.
    “Annie,” he repeated, acknowledging and accepting her offer.
And then he oh so carefully spread her gently with his fingers and rolled the
petals against her clit, a touch so soft and unexpected, she came instantly. Keeping
the rose in place, he knelt and used his shoulders to widen her legs farther,
the leather rough against her skin. Tai slid the rose down one thigh, then
replaced its caress with his lips. Gentle, persistent licks turned to hard,
driving suckles, his tongue a wet and wild pulse determined to draw out every
ounce of her passion.
    While that mouth of his deserved no end of awards, it was
not enough. She was Amazon, her body a finely tuned weapon at the height of its
power and feral in its need to be taken to the edge, to be physically
challenged even in the act of love. “Take me, Tai.”
    “It shall be.” He kissed his way across the exposed
tattooing on her back. One hand tightened its grip on her hip. The small pain,
a promise of the ferocity to come, had her body shuddering in anticipation. The
whoosh of a zipper opening had her panting with need. Two fingers thrust up her
channel, pumped her hard and fast until they dragged a moan out of her.
    “Do you always have to be different?” she managed to gasp.
    “When my actions no longer give you pleasure, just tell me
to stop.” His fingers accelerated their aggressive rhythm. The other hand
traced the rose along her stomach, under the lingerie, until he buried her
nipple in the petals. The silken cloud caressed and teased the delicate skin of
her breast. Her eyes closed to savor every touch, she gave in to the blaze of
desire scorching through her.
    Leaning her head against the wall to keep from collapsing,
she wiggled her bottom against Tai’s cock. A desperate groan filled the room
and he lunged into her, hard, hungry, and so thick, he stretched her to the
limits. “Damn, Tai, you fill me