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“In a way. She signed me up for Hot Tatties.”

“I owe her my gratitude.”

“Don’t tell her that. She’s smug enough already. I’d like you to meet her one day, though. She’s the one who signed me up, and she’ll never let me forget it if this works out.”

Robyn placed the packet on the bedside table, then looked at me. The humour slowly left her expression.

“No biting.”

“No mating bite,” I agreed. “I may still use my fangs without breaking your skin.”

Her cheeks darkened. “And if I tell you to stop?”

“I stop.”

“Even if we’ve already started?”

“Whenever you ask.”

She stood and crossed the space between us.

“All right.”

I waited.

Robyn put both hands against my chest and rose onto her toes. “You can kiss me now.”

I bent and covered her mouth with mine.

There was nothing hesitant in her response. She opened for me at once, her tongue meeting mine as her arms slid around my neck. I pulled her against me, finally allowing my tail to wrap around her thigh.

She tasted faintly of the fruit she’d had for our morning meal. I chased the flavour, stroking my tongue over hers until she made the quiet sound that had tormented me since the hillside.

Her hands moved to my horns.

Pleasure tightened my cock instantly. Did she know what that did to a gharrgoil?

Robyn smiled against my mouth. She knew exactly what touching them did to me.

“You like that,” she whispered.

“You already knew I did.”

“I wanted to make sure.”

She gripped one horn and dragged her other hand down my chest. Her fingers followed the line of my stomach until they reached the fastening of my battle wrap.

My breath stopped.

“May I?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She loosened the wrap and let it fall to the floor.

Her gaze moved down.

The scent of her arousal grew stronger.