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~ TARKYN ~

Tarkyn hadn’t intended to start anything, but the way her breath got heavier and her hips began to bump his, suddenly he was considering.

Then his beautiful, desirable, wicked mate let her head rest back against the tree. He kissed his way down her throat and she curled her arms around his neck to hold him there as he tasted her skin. But when he brushed lips and tongue under her ear, she gave a breathless laugh and flinched, tickled.

“Tarkyn” she breathed.

“Mmm?” he was finding his way down to her collarbone, his finger playing along the neckline of her shirt towards those beckoning buttons.

“You did promise me back at your house... to show me how it would work... standing like this?”

Tarkyn went very still, heart racing.

.....

The temptations she threw at him!

He lifted his eyes slowly, watching her with hooded eyes. She bit her lip, smiling at him-she knew she was tempting him!

Minx.

He lifted one hand from her shirt to place it on the trunk over her shoulder, dismayed by the thick, rough bark. But he flashed a smile at her.

“I did promise,” he said, letting his voice drop very low.

She nodded, her smile growing.

“And I am a male of my word.”

“I was counting on it,” she giggled, then reached for him, to pull him into a kiss, but he resisted.

“But there is one barrier in our way,” he said solemnly, not allowing himself even the hint of a smile.

Harth’s forehead lined suddenly. “Is it too soon after this morning?” she whispered.

“What?! No!” he growled. “You cheeky little-”

Harth spluttered a laugh as he buried his face in her neck, nipping at her skin.

“For that I should force you to do it here,” he grumbled. “Let you learn the hard way about the importance of location.”

“I just know it’s been a stressful time,” Harth giggled, shrieking when he grabbed her ass and lifted her. “And Sarayu said the twig can droop-”

“That’s enough of that talk,” Tarkyn muttered, mock-angrily.

Harth’s laughter stopped when he let her go and dropped almost to his knees. “What-”

But he was only positioning himself. She gasped when he gripped her thighs, pressing her over him, then stood, throwing her over his shoulder.

“Tarkyn!” she shrieked.

He patted her bottom next to his ear. “It’s time for more than one lesson, I think, love.”

“Y-you can’t be serious-”

“Oh you underestimate me, Mate,” he growled, then leaped to a run.

Harth spluttered, barely able to breathe as he raced her through the little valley. But she was laughing too hard to fight him.

Her punishment was that he didn’t let her walk until they reached the trail up to the cave, by which time she complained her stomach muscles were sore from laughing and the bouncing on his hard shoulder.

He slipped her to the ground, but didn’t let her turn from him, walking her backwards up the narrow trail, forcing her to trust him to keep her on course. And he would. Every piece of him-heart, soul, body-was tuned to her, humming with anticipation as he took her mouth over and over, never letting her get a word out, never letting her start to think.

She’d asked him to show her, and he would. It was a battle to keep himself in check, stroking, teasing as they climbed the trail. But finally they passed under the curtain of the waterfall and Tarkyn snapped his leash.

A growl puttered in his throat as he gripped the button of her leathers and yanked them open, groaning as he plunged his hands under the waistband at the back and down, to cup her ass and knead, but pushing the trousers over her hips and down until they slid down her beautiful legs to pool at her feet.

She almost tripped because he was leaning her backwards, but he held her, his arm braced at her back until she found her balance again and could kick the leathers away.

But even as her breath began to thunder and his world became little more than her soft skin under his hands and her beautiful scent, she wasn’t backing away from him.

Arching her back and returning his kiss with every bit as much fervor, Tarkyn found himself trembling when her hands appeared-awkward but intent-on his leathers. It took her several tries, but she soon had his buckle open and leathers unbuttoned.

He groaned when he sprang into her hand and for a moment, they stopped kissing, mouths hovering open and panting as they stroked each other.

Tarkyn was stunned senseless by the warmth of her-her eagerness and willingness. The way she pressed into his touch and arched to find him when he moved.

Finding her already slick and ready for him, he groaned again and opened his mouth over her shoulder, tonguing it even as he stroked her softest flesh.

Harth trembled in time with his touch, gripping the back of his neck with one hand as she stroked him with the other. The position should have been awkward, yet they fit, each shivering with pleasure, and offering it to the other.

Tarkyn was lost, every hair on his body standing up to find her, his skin shivering for her. His soul singing with joy for how she shared herself and gave to him...

Overwhelmed by her, he reached up to cup her neck, then pulled back far enough to meet her eyes.

Neither of them stopped touching, stroking as their eyes locked. He saw the flames that burned in his belly reflected in her eyes and he hissed through his teeth when she pumped him a little more vigorously.

“Are you certain... about the wall?” he asked, his voice tight and husky. “It’s still so soon-we have so much time to explore-”

Harth’s smile was a thing of beauty. “You promised,” she panted.

“Never let it be said,” he gasped, “that I do not honor my word.”

Unable to hold himself back further, Tarkyn leaned down and swept her up, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist as he held her high and walked her to the wall of the cave.