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Regan tongued his nipple, and his thoughts fractured into shards of lust. Virginity be damned.

“Ah, yes,” he hissed, and hissed again when she trailed her tongue down his body. When she reached his navel, she rimmed it, and he swore nothing had ever felt so good. But would she go lower? Please, please, please.

She did. He started panting before her mouth reached his hipbone. Her silky hair cascaded over his skin, and her cheek brushed his erection, and as much as he wanted to look, he couldn’t. He was too close to the edge, and the sight would send him right over.

“What do you want me to do, warrior?” she murmured against his inner thigh.

A lump the size of his fist clogged his throat, and he couldn’t say anything. He wanted… oh, he knew what he wanted. But this was a new experience, and he’d never been this intimate with a female. No, not even in the seedy back room at the Four Horsemen. Every female he took back there got off, but only because he touched their minds as he touched their bodies, and when he was through, they believed they’d either fucked or sucked him, but nothing could be farther from the truth.

“Hmm,” she said, as she teasingly brushed the tips of her fingers over his balls. “I guess you don’t want anything…”

“No,” he croaked. “I do.”

“Tell me.” He finally opened his eyes and looked at her. The sight of her crouched over him like that, her mouth so close to his arousal that her warm breath whispered over it, nearly undid him. Hunger glowed in her gorgeous eyes, and a sinful smile curved her lips. “What do you want?”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, but that did nothing to ease the dryness. “Put your mouth on me.”

Her smile widened, and she put her lips put her to the sensitive skin on his hip. “Like this?” She was killing him.

“On… my cock.”

“Oh, I see.” She dragged her lips down his shaft. “Like this?”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?” She kept her mouth where it was, and his cock kicked in both protest and pleasure.

“But… suck it.”

She winked. “Now we’re talking.” She dove into her task, taking him into the depths of her wet mouth.

He cried out, a strangled rush of air, and fisted the sheets so hard his hands cramped. Slow, strong pulls met tender, light licks, and all the while, one hand slid up and down his shaft as the other cupped his balls and massaged gently.

He was almost there… his entire body arched, his hips rolled… oh, yeah…

“Touch yourself,” he whispered.

Regan moaned around his shaft, and the vibration made him lick the ceiling. Cracking his eyes open, he watched her slip her fingers between her legs. He’d taste her there in a minute. He’d tongue every inch of that battle-scarred body. And that glow on her skin… something about it made the souls in his armor writhe.

Right now they were agitated, but it only increased the sensation inside him. The light on her skin seemed to blanket him as she swiped her tongue over the head of his cock, and just as he thought she was going to take him in her mouth again, she surged up his body. Straddling him, she took his shaft in her hand. Oh… shit.

“No!”

The light slammed into his chest, melting over him like shrinkwrap and then disappearing. The souls inside him pushed back in a war that raged just under the surface of his skin, one that pinned him to the bed. He couldn’t move, couldn’t summon control over his muscles as Regan poised the head of him at her entrance.

“Don’t do this. Regan!”

Too late, she sank down on him, taking him all the way to the root. Pleasure and terror mixed, and as she started to move, all he could do was try not to hyperventilate. He imagined his Seal breaking, could almost feel the evil tremor begin in his soul.

Regan moaned, grinding on him, the silky slide of her channel around his shaft nothing short of amazing, and he wished he could enjoy it more, but his fucking Seal…

Hadn’t broken.

What the hell? And how was she holding him down? Nothing could hold him.

Regan’s nails scored his chest, and she threw her