FENRIC'S POVI pressed my nose into her hair and breathed her in.Under the salt and spend and the smoke of a hundred Scion bodies, there she was—that stubborn, warm, human smell of her. Peaches and peonies. My arms came up around her, cupping the weight of her breasts in my palms.My touch was meant to comfort, not claim, shielding her from curious eyes.Because they were still watching.Gadreel sat three chaises away, never once looking away. Vaelis lounged beside him, feigning ease, his gaze moving over her like that of a man appraising a horse he intended to buy. Both of them patient, wanting, and waiting for their turn. They would not get it.The sun should be bleeding through the glass above us any moment now. She was still locked in my knot, snug and swollen and sealed, and by my reckoning it would hold her a while yet. Long enough. It had to be.And Anwen… this tiny, clever, wicked thing knew exactly what she was doing.She squirmed on my lap, a slow roll of her hips, chasin
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