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  “Please,” she whispered breathlessly when the kiss broke. “Please take me, Garron. Quick—before you turn back!”

  “Need to taste you first,” he growled softly. “Need to get between your thighs and lap your sweet cunt, Tess.”

  “You…you do?” Her breath seemed to catch in her throat. Though she had been begging him to do just that, the stark reality of this act still made her heart beat fast and her knees weak.

  “Have to, lin’del,” he whispered hoarsely. “It’s your scent and taste that anchors me in this form. I need to bathe in your sweet scent—need to tonguefuck you long and hard tonight until you come all over my face. It’s the only way I can be sure I won’t change back.”

  “All right,” Tess murmured, her heart fluttering. His eyes were glowing in the dark again and she reached up to run her hands through his thick black hair which was every bit as soft as his feather-fur had been in his dr’gin form. “All right,” she said again. “Take me, Garron. Do…do whatever you need to do. I want you to.”

  A low growl of pure need rose from his throat and then he was kissing and licking his way down her body. His hot mouth captured one of her nipples and Tess moaned and rose to meet him, offering herself without shame.

  Slut, whispered Pierce’s voice in her head but she pushed it away without hesitation.

  This is what Garron needs—for me to give myself completely—to open myself without question to whatever he wants to do. And if that’s what it takes to bring him back and keep him back, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything—I don’t care. I don’t care and I’m not ashamed!

  Garron growled softly and switched to her other nipple, engulfing it in his hot, wet mouth and sucking hard. Tess moaned and writhed under him as he mouthed her tender bud and then nipped it sharply, sending sparks of pain and pleasure shooting straight to the heated spot between her thighs.

  “Garron!” she gasped as he did it again and then lapped her nipple gently, as though to sooth the ache he had caused. “Oh, God, Garron, please…”

  “Please, what?” He looked up at her, his eyes glowing fiercely with desire.

  “Please…” Despite her dirty talk earlier, Tess felt suddenly tongue tied. Before she had been speaking to a beast which might not understand—now she was talking to a man who knew exactly what she was saying. “Please kiss me lower?” she whispered, biting her lip.

  He shook his head.

  “That’s not good enough. Tell me what you want me to do. Exactly what you want me to do.”

  “I…”

  “Say, ‘Garron, I want you to kiss my pussy,’” he commanded hoarsely. “I need to hear you say it, Tess. Need to know you want it as much as I do.”

  “I do want it,” she assured him. “I…Garron, I want you to kiss my pussy. And…” Her cheeks were hot but she made herself go on anyway. “And I want you to taste me too. Want you to…to spread me open and…and lick inside me. Put your tongue deep inside my…my cunt.”

  He gave a low groan of desire and his eyes flashed.

  “Gods, lin’del, love to hear you talk like that. Love to hear you beg for it.”

  “I am begging,” Tess told him boldly. “Kiss me lower. Go on, I…I won’t try to stop you. I…I’ll open myself for your tongue and give you anything you want…anything you need. I swear.”

  He groaned again. “Such sweet words, lin’del. So sweet and brave to spread yourself so wide for me and let me fuck you with my tongue.”

  Tess’s breath caught in her chest and she bit her lip as he began to move down her body again. He kissed a trail from the bottoms of her breasts down her quivering abdomen and belly until he came at last to the soft, well trimmed thatch at the top of her mound.

  Up until now, Tess had been lying with her legs stretched out straight and her knees together. Now she moaned softly as Garron split her thighs wide, parting her legs to give him complete access to her pussy.

  The motion spread her lower lips as well and she could feel herself opening, showing him without a doubt how turned on she was, how wet his kisses and caresses had made her.

  “Gods,” he muttered raggedly, staring down at her and Tess knew he could see her perfectly despite the darkness in the cave. “So beautiful…so sweet.”

  “So kissable…” Daring greatly, Tess opened her thighs even wider, baring her slippery inner folds for him as well as the tingling little button of her clit. “Come on, Garron…lick me. Taste me.”

  “With pleasure…” With a low, animalistic growl, he lowered himself and wrapped his long, muscular arms around her thighs, holding her open for his assault. “So wet,” he murmured. “So wet and hot and perfect…”

  Tess gasped as he lifted her pelvis to his face like a man dying of thirst would lift a bowl of water. He rubbed against her, bathing in her scent as he had promised, and she moaned as the rough stubble on his jaw scratched her tender skin. Sensation tingled through her, making her buck her hips up to meet his deliciously rough caress, making her want more…

  “That’s right…” Garron looked up at her, his mouth and jaw already wet with her juices. “Ride my face tonight, Tess. Ride my tongue. Help me make you come.”

  Then he buried his mouth between her legs and lapped her open with one long, hot, wet stroke of his tongue.

  Tess moaned and fisted her hands in his thick, silky hair, riding his face as he had asked. She had never felt so open, so vulnerable…and yet she had never felt so free. Here she was, her thighs split wide with the big Kindred between them, his tongue buried deep in her cunt and there was nowhere she would rather be. No one she would rather be with, no one she would rather be giving herself to.

  “Please,” she whispered, grinding shamelessly against his hot, wet tongue. “Oh God, please, Garron!”

  He growled low in his throat in answer and sucked her throbbing clit into his mouth. The tip of his tongue drew magical patterns around and around her tender bud, making her moan helplessly and rise to meet him again and again.

  At last, when she thought she couldn’t take much more, he moved lower and sank his tongue deeply into her cleft. Tess moaned again as he started to fuck her—thrusting his tongue exactly as she imagined he would thrust his cock. Hitting all the right spots, filling her up…

  The thought made her so hot, she couldn’t stand it. With a sudden gasp, she felt a whip-crack orgasm race through her, making her pussy juice helplessly against his invading tongue.

  “Oh God…Oh God!” She bucked against him again, giving in helplessly to the tide of pleasure that was sweeping over her.

  Garron growled approvingly and lapped up every last drop. Tess moaned and arched her back as he dragged his tongue over her slick petals, determined not to miss any of her honey.

  At last he stopped licking her and looked up, his eyes blazing like blue furnaces in the night.

  “Tess…” he began and then stopped and frowned.

  “What?” Tess was still panting from her orgasm but she could sense the unease in him. “What’s wrong, honey? Are you afraid you might turn back?”

  “I will turn back…if I don’t take you.”

  She frowned, not understanding the problem.

  “So? Then take me. I want you to!”

  “I want you too, lin’del. So badly I can scarcely stand it. But…”

  “But what?” she asked gently, getting up on her elbows to look at him more fully. “What’s wrong? Just tell me—-whatever it is, we can fix it together.”

  “I don’t think you can fix this.” He looked away, a troubled expression on his strong features.

  “Fix what?” Tess was beginning to feel exasperated. Her orgasm had been brief—just an appetizer and she wanted more. More of his big, hard body pressed against hers, more of his deep, growling voice in her ear, more of him inside her…More.

  “You cannot fix my hunger for you.” He looked at her again and this time she could clearly see the need and shame warring in his eyes. “The dr’gin , it’s still close to the surf