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She leaned over him and whispered in his ear, her breasts grazing his arm. He thought about how they would look bouncing over him if Fee was on top and he was instantly hard again. “Didn’t you ever fantasize about me riding your giant cock, Theo? In all those years?”

“God, yes,” he groaned. He’d fantasized about having Fee in every possible way, every position, every scenario. A decade, and he still hadn’t run out of fantasies about Phoebe.

He glanced out the window. It was dark, the clouds creating a haze over the moon. They weren’t going anywhere tonight. Stuck here with Fee in this trailer, he had two choices. He could finally be honest with her. Tell her he was sure they were Mates, ask her to be his once and for all. He could take whatever answer she gave him, her rejection, her protests. Even now with Fee naked in his arms, her agreeing to be his seemed like the biggest fantasy of all.

Or he could fuck his friend in every way he’d ever imagined and deal with the consequences in the morning.

Fee peered down at him with big brown eyes.

He pulled her up onto his lap, her legs straddling his waist.

He flashed her a charming smile.

“Let’s move to the bedroom. We have all night.”

Chapter Thirty

Having Theo sprawled out beneath her was enough to make Phoebe hot all over again but hearing him say they had all night was enough to send her skittering to the edge. He smiled up at her, the fake one. The smile he flashed at diner waitresses and convenience store clerks and at her when he was hiding.

Even now, naked and underneath her, Theo was hiding from her. Even when he had been buried deep inside her, clutching her and panting her name, he was holding back. Even when she had him, she didn’t. Not really. Not all of him. Not this piece of him that refused to confess to something bigger than both of them.

If this moment hadn’t done it, she didn’t know what would.

Maybe it was her fault. She’d told Theo nymphs didn’t have Mates too many times, and they didn’t. She shouldn’t want it. No nymph longed to be connected to another person so permanently. It was against her very nature. Or it should be.

Maybe it didn’t matter. He was here, wasn’t he? Naked and beautiful and willing. If this was all she got, Theo’s body, Theo’s friendship, wasn’t that enough? What more was there?

Love.

Eternity.

Fate.

She shook her head. She was a nymph. A dryad. A dried leaf on the wind, ethereal and ever-changing. She didn’t need forever; she wasn’t supposed to require promises. But the oak trees she was tied to were strong and permanent and ancient. Maybe that was what she wanted, what she needed.

“Fee?” Theo’s voice was soft, questioning. A pink blush had crossed his cheeks like maybe he was feeling suddenly uncertain. She’d been perched on top of him for too long without doing anything. “You okay?”

She leaned forward and kissed him, his mouth sweet and warm and giving.

This could be enough.

He slid his hands down her back, gripping her ass and she kissed him deeper. His relieved groan rumbled through her. His hands roamed her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Last time he had been frantic, rough with need, but this time he was letting himself linger and explore.

“So soft,” he murmured, letting his mouth drag along the skin of her throat. His hands curled into the dip of her waist, and she couldn’t help rock against his abs. “Oh, no,” he whispered, holding her still. “I want to be inside you again when you come.”

She huffed a laugh that stuttered into a sigh as his lips moved down her neck, finding the sensitive skin of her chest. He kissed and licked his way to her breasts, sucking a taut nipple into his mouth.

Pleasure shot through her, sharp and fierce and she ground her pussy against him. He chuckled, releasing her nipple only long enough to tease her. “You like that?”

“Stop asking stupid questions,” she groaned, and he laughed again, his breath warm on her skin.

He sucked and licked her breasts, first one and then the other, his arms locked around her, keeping her in place, not allowing her to move against him and find relief.

“Theo,” she gasped when he took the pink bud gently between his teeth. He smiled into her flesh.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmured, taking her back into his mouth, relentlessly circling with his tongue.

“Theo, please,” she groaned. “I need…”