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The feel of her breasts cushioning his chest drove him crazy, almost as crazy as the pleading whimpers that issued from her parted lips every time he hilted inside her. He crushed her mouth under his, swallowing those whimpers, catching them on her tongue and returning them in the form of his own deep, rumbling groans.

For hours he fucked her—or what seemed like hours to his fevered brain—but in the end, she was the one who climaxed on an echoing scream, leaving him to follow when he could. With the strength of her internal muscles milking his shaft, it didn’t take him long. Three hard, endless thrusts later, he exploded, emptying his entire self into her, until all he could do was sink heavily atop her and wonder whether this amazing woman was really human after all.

* * * * *

Corinne lay beneath him, pussy throbbing, lungs aching, muscles burning, and struggled to remember the last time she had been this wrung out by sex. She couldn’t. She’d never experienced anything like it. It had been like being hit by a tidal wave, lusting after him the minute she saw him. The urgency and desire…it had been like being under a compulsion, giving her no choice but to take him as soon as possible.

Wary, she checked for any lingering signs of that driving need, but it seemed to be gone. Oh, she still wanted him, but this time she felt she could wait another few minutes if she had to. Though she’d like it if
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she didn’t have to.

He covered her like a blanket, even if he did weigh a hell of a lot more, blocking out the lights. Her closed eyelids probably helped with the whole light-blocking thing, but who was she to quibble? At the moment, she probably couldn’t even spell quibble, and she was too busy trying to catch her breath to try.

Mental note, though. As soon as she could remember how to write, she needed to send Reggie a thank you note. This was by far the best present she’d ever received.

Luc stirred above her, nuzzling the curve of her shoulder, stroking his hands down her sides to cup her ass for an affectionate squeeze. Humming in pleasure, she shifted beneath him, stretching abused muscles and not even wincing at the resulting aches.

“Are you okay?” His deep voice sounded even deeper, more like a rumble of distant thunder. She felt it as much as heard it.

“Mm, I thought I was pretty damned fabulous, didn’t you?” He chuckled, his shoulders shaking beneath her fingers. “Oh, absolutely. But I was actually wondering if I hurt you.”

If her eyes had been open, she’d have rolled them. “Oh, please. Is that like in a manual all men read or something, that you all feel compelled to ask afterward?” She turned her head until she could reach his shoulder and taste the salty tang of his skin. “Trust me, I’m not easy to hurt, and if you did manage it, I can guarantee I wouldn’t have come screaming. Pain equals not my kink.” He grunted in satisfaction and pulled her closer, his half-erect cock still buried inside her. It flexed with the movement, as if waking up from a comfortable doze. Corinne wondered what his average recovery time was like.

She debated seeing how much effort it would take to find out, but couldn’t work up the energy to exert herself. She felt too warm and sated and cozy to get all ambitious like that. Though now that she thought about it, being able to breath would be nice.

She nudged his shoulder. “Luc?”

He grunted but didn’t move. Typical male.

“Luc, I hate to ruin the mood here, but you’re getting kind of heavy, and I’m starting to think those spots I’m seeing might be a sign of oxygen deprivation rather than just good sex.”

“Great sex,” he corrected, but he was already wrapping his arms around her and flipping so that he lay on his back on the sofa and she draped over him instead. “But yeah, since I probably outweigh you by a good hundred pounds.”

Corinne definitely approved of the switch. He made an excellent mattress. Extra firm for comfortable support. Now she had room to stretch, which she did with great satisfaction, the friction of her skin gliding over his bringing a satisfied smile to her face. Satisfied, hell. She probably looked like the Cheshire cat. Only bustier. And most definitely hornier.

Bringing her knees up alongside his hips she decided maybe she did have the energy to test his recovery
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time after all. She pushed herself to a sitting position, which sent his cock deeper inside her and made her smile turn a bit too naughty to be compared to a character in a children’s novel. She planted her hands on his chest and lifted her hips, feeling him harden fully inside her, before sinking slowly back around him.

Oh, yeah. Definitely naughty.

She opened her eyes, wanting to watch his face while she rode him. She wanted to see if she could read his reactions and drive him as crazy as he’d driven her. Judging from his expression, she thought she might be off to a pretty decent start. His eyes had narrowed to sharp slivers of green so intense they seemed almost to glow. The color looked even darker and more vibrant than she remembered. In fact, everything about him seemed more intense than it had an hour ago. His eyes looked more exotically slanted, the slash of his brows, darker and sharper. His cheekbones seemed more prominent, and the line of his jaw looked like it could have been chiseled from granite.

Blinking, Corinne shook her head as if to clear it. Apparently, great sex could affect a person’s vision, too.

Luc’s hands closed around her hips, fingers biting into her flesh as he encouraged her to sink more heavily onto his cock. He guided her into a steady rhythm of long strokes designed to make her feel each individual inch of penetration and withdrawal. She moaned when he began to thrust his hips up to meet her down strokes, the force driving him deep enough to tickle against the mouth of her womb. He filled her so fully she thought he might begin to pour out of her ears in another minute or two.

Her hands clenched in the unyielding muscle of his chest, and she locked her elbows to keep her arms straight and give her even more leverage to ride him faster. He matched her pace seamlessly, his body flowing into hers, muscles bunching and shifting beneath her.

“Bend down.”

He gave the order in a voice so harsh with gravel it took her a moment to realize it was more than a wordless groan.

“Bend down,” he repeated. “I need to taste you.”

Well, in that case… She bent, bringing herself within reach, until his mouth closed hot and strong around her nipple, and she whimpered in pleasure. He drew on her with hard suckling motions, as if he could draw her heart out through her breast. The little bud contracted, beading tight against his tongue. The feel of his mouth on her sent shockwaves straight to her pussy and she cried out, wrapping her arms around his head to cradle him closer.

He rewarded her with a delicate nibble, then his teeth closed around the base of her nipple and bore down, not hard enough to injure, but more than hard enough to make her clench tight around him.

Holding her nipple prisoner, he flicked the sensitive tip with his tongue in a rhythm as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. She moaned, loudly this time, and felt the coil of tension inside her wind even tighter. If she didn’t come soon, she was sure her heart would stop, undone by the strain.

Whimpering, she wrapped one hand in the long, silky strands of his hair and slid the other between their bodies, finding her clit and circling it with urgent fingers. He moaned against her breast and lifted her torso away from him.

“Sit up,” he growled. “Sit back where I can see you. I want to watch you touch yourself while you come.”

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“Then don’t blink.” She threw her head back and worked her fingers faster even as she slammed her hips against his at a frantic pace. Three strong thrusts and the scrape of her fingernail against her swollen flesh, and she was done. She came on a long, quivering moan, her pussy clenched tight around him, milking his cock with strong, rippling pulls until he joined her in the shattering pleasure. Wanting to see his face while he came, she forced her eyes to open and watched as his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted into a fierce expression. Then his eyes flew open as well and their gazes locked, green to brown, while he poured himself into her.

That’s when she noticed the glow.

At first she tried to blink it away, but the glow remained, a bright, golden aura that radiated from him like a halo. It made her eyes widen and her jaw drop, but when she tried to withdraw the hand that had been wrapped in his long hair, the strands shifted and exposed a graceful and decidedly pointed ear.

“Oh, shit,” she whispered. “What the hell are you?”

Chapter Six

He stiffened as if she’d just scalded him. “What do you mean, what am I? What do I look like?”

“If I knew that, would I be asking?” Her voice sounded slightly hysterical, even to her, but damn it, she’d never fucked a man with pointy ears and glowing skin before. “But you sure as hell aren’t human.”

“Shit. You can see the real me, can’t you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just swore again and pushed himself into a sitting position. “I can’t believe it. Of all the women in all the worlds, it had to be a frickin’

human.”

Corinne didn’t stop to ask him what the hell he was talking about. She was too busy being shocked by what she’d just discovered. Please, oh please, oh
please
do not tell me I just fucked some kind of monster.

As mantras went, it wasn’t terribly PC, but then, she didn’t terribly much care.

She felt him tense beneath her, which reminded her she was still on top of him, still filled with him, and she scrambled to separate herself. She only managed to get as far as her knees before his hands shot out and caught her, tumbling her back onto the sofa. He pinned her there with his body, stretched above her like before, only this time, he didn’t look all drowsy and sated. He looked angry. And dangerous.

“Well, that’s one way to kill the mood,” he growled, catching her flailing hands by the wrists and pinning them down beside her head. “Did anyone ever tell you that you can be kind of a bigot?” Corinne jerked at her hands, which was kind of like jerking against iron manacles, and scowled up at
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him. “‘Bigot’ is a religious term, you jerk, so unless you’re some sort of foreign god or something—” She froze and practically
felt
herself turn green. “Oh, shit. You’re not some sort of god are you?” He snorted. “If I were, you’d think I’d have a better way of dealing with your little tantrum than just pinning you down and trying to reason my way through your thick skull, wouldn’t you?” She indulged in a single sigh of relief before she went right back to trying to squirm her way free. “I have an idea for you. How about you forget trying to deal with my ‘little tantrum,’ and get your sorry, no good, lying ass
off of me
!”

She managed to free one hand just long enough to whack him squarely across the jaw. It wasn’t a little girly slap, either. She curled her hand into a tight fist and planted him one. He responded by cursing in a language she didn’t recognize and getting a better grip on her wrist this time.

“I’ll get off you when I’m good and ready,” he said, rearing up to avoid her snapping teeth, “and that’s not going to be until you calm down and listen to reason.”

“Reason with this!” Bucking madly, she launched her knee toward his groin, hoping to send his balls careening into his throat, but all she hit was smooth thigh. The man had reflexes like a cat on speed.

Before she could even swear about missing, he had her flipped onto her stomach, with her wrists pinned together behind her and his free hand wrapped around a fistful of her dark hair. The bastard even put his knee in the small of her back to keep her still.

“See what happens when you refuse to behave like a civilized adult?” As God was her witness, he would pay for that tone of voice. “Who are you to talk about civilized?” she demanded through clenched teeth. “At least
I’m
human.” He laughed at her. “And you think humanity is the highest pinnacle of civilization? Baby, you have got a whole lot to learn, but I don’t really have the time to teach you.”

“If you’re in such a damned rush, how about letting me go and getting the hell out of my apartment.”

“I can’t. I wasn’t lying about needing your help.”

Her jaw would have dropped in shock if her face hadn’t been pinned to the sofa cushions. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You honestly think I would help you now? What sort of crack are you smoking?”

“A different brand from you, obviously. Do you get some sort of charge out of acting like an unreasonable brat?”

“Brat?” She
had
to be hearing things, right? Because he could not have just called her a brat. “Excuse me, Mr. It’s-So-Mature-To-Solve-An-Interpersonal-Conflict-With-Physical-Force, but I think you’re losing sight of the big picture here. How am I the one acting like a brat, when you’re the one who lied to me, seduced me, turned out to be something other than human after vowing to me you weren’t, and is now pinning me down to my own sofa and practically twisting my arms out of their sockets?”

“First off, unless you have some old shoulder injury you haven’t told me about, I’m putting absolutely no strain on your arms by holding them this way.” He gave her a second to respond, but she kept stubbornly silent. She was not in the mood to tell him he was right.

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“Secondly,” he continued, “I never said I was human; I just said I wasn’t a vampire or a werewolf. And I’m not. And third, I wouldn’t be pinning you to your sofa if I thought for one second I could trust you to sit up and talk to me like a reasonable being.”