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his arms.

Again he withdrew and thrust into her hard. And she loved it. A fine

sheen of perspiration coated their skin and allowed him a smooth glide over her body. In and out he went. She pulled her lips away from his and moaned. Her nails dug into his shoulders, while she hung on to him for dear life. The sound of skin slapping, grunting, and moaning filled the room with an erotic melody that increased her pleasure.

“Yes, more,” she pleaded. The coiling tension inside her was near its breaking point, and she needed him to fuck her harder. He quickened his thrusts until she could no longer speak, and all her focus was to topple into orgasm.

Chapter Nineteen

Luzzeh sat on his throne, tapping a knobby finger against his chin. “With a Gnoleon,” he said. “Are you certain?”

“Yes, sire,” the kappy said. “They were watching two cubs and their mother out of their den.”

“Ah,” Luzzeh laughed, “that explains the scratches across your arms and legs.” He laughed harder. The door opened, and the kappy from earlier walked in. “You,” he pointed to the first piece of dragon shit, “describe to him the female you saw.” The two kappies spoke, while he beat a brown-spotted fingernail against the arm of his seat. “Well,” he said after a moment. “Is it her or not?”

Both kneeled and bowed their heads. “Yes, sire,” one of them said. “I am sure it is the same female from the portal.”

He licked his lips. He could smell the fairy bitch’s blood already. A surge of power flowed into him. Filling him with more magic than he had in the Crystal Kingdom. He didn’t know where the darkness came from. Didn’t care. As long as it made him stronger, he’d accept it unconditionally.

His chest tingled with the darkness completing the hole inside where his magic dwelled before the queen took it and banished him. Thoughts of all the ways he could kill her played through his mind, none of them painful enough.

“S-sire, may we be excused?” a kappy asked. Luzzeh extended a finger toward the two, a black streak shooting from the end. The kappies vaporized. “Dismissed,” the troll king said and laughed, the sound echoing in the rock walled chamber.

“Guards,” he shouted, “gather the troops. We’re going for a surprise visit to the neighbors.”

Chapter Twenty

Xenos lay beside the female he’d spend the rest of his life with. His animal was just as thrilled as he was. They’d found their mate despite his wrongdoings. She tried to tell him his decision during the battle was justified because they won the war against evil.

He couldn’t accept that, could he? If the tribe didn’t, he didn’t. Forgiveness had to be earned.

He wasn’t sure when the sun cycle would begin, but he felt it would be soon. When his little mate moved, she looked up at him. Big brown eyes sucking him in. When her cheeks blushed, his heart swelled with love. He would never forget their first night together. He wrapped an arm around her and rolled her against him. Her chest to his. Her breasts foreign feeling and amazing. His tongue wanted to tease her nubs more, gently biting to push her into an orgasm.

But he’d settle for a kiss—a long, deep, arousing kiss. Maybe they had time for another round of lovemaking before he had to go. His cock hardened at the thought. Her smell during sex was so much better than when she was upset. He needed to know how to keep her from whatever caused the panic attacks.

He kissed her forehead and temple. “Love, tell me why you sometimes are lost in your fear? How can I cure you of this?”

She leaned her head against his chest. “I don’t think panic attacks can be cured. At least, not mine.”

“Why not?” he asked. “What creates them?”

“It’s a long story—”

“I will listen to it all,” he insisted.

She kissed his throat. “You are the best person I’ve ever met.”

He wasn’t sure he agreed with that, but he wasn’t going to let her sidetrack him. “The story?”

She let out a deep breath. “My mom does everything to perfection and has her entire life mapped out. I mean, who plans meals for an entire month ahead of time and writes it on a calendar? She always used to tell me that if I didn’t plan, I’d wouldn’t get where I wanted to be. If I didn’t make a list, I would miss something, and my life would be screwed up. And if