“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Dante said to Blukke when he opened the door, ignoring Roan completely.

Blukke gave him an apologetic smile, looking over his wild hair and shirtless physique. “Sorry, brother.”

Roan ignored the exchange, only instructing Dante to follow him to a common area in the barracks that had food and comfortable chairs. Blukke stuffed his face while Roan talked endlessly about what is and is not expected of the royal guards. Dante only heard about a quarter of it, too busy thinking about the woman waiting for him across the complex. Roan looked over him disapprovingly every now and then; Dante hadn’t taken the time to put a shirt on or tie his hair back, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible.

Eventually, the leopard shifter did shut up, and Dante excused himself for some fresh air. Once alone, he shifted into an iridescent blue hummingbird the size of his thumb and made his way to the room Prim had indicated. Entering the tiny window with ease, he shifted into his true form, and Prim’s snores filled his ears.

Dante padded to the bed, looking over the sleeping woman. The thin bars of moonlight highlighted her round cheeks, flowing hair, parted lips. The blanket wrapped around her low enough to expose her breasts, only half covered by the tiny nightgown she wore. He nearly brushed his fingertips over them.

Gods, she was beautiful. Mesmerizing, really. And not just her looks. Every new bit of information Dante learned about Prim had him wanting to know more. He wanted to learn more about her gift, more about her childhood--she couldn’t remember her parents for fuck’s sake--and more about how she came to know so much about mindmolders.

But that could wait. Tonight, he’d just wanted to learn how she felt around his cock. And those fucking assholes ruined it.

Dante refused to leave completely unsatisfied. If he wasn’t going to sleep with Prim tonight, he was at least going to sleep with her. He hadn’t had a good night’s rest since the last time he slept with his arm around her anyway.

Dante removed his boots and pants, keeping his undershorts on, then slipped under the covers. He took the position that had become so natural so quickly, pressing his frontside into her backside and wrapping his arm around her waist. Even in her sleep, Prim’s arm instantly topped his, their fingers interlocking.

Dante breathed in her scent, thanking Lunin for sending him Prim, just as he had the night she wandered down the street in front of Tabor’s.

Then, he was thankful for the opportunity to earn his freedom. To leave Sol and the shit man Dante was under his influence.

Now, he was thankful for the opportunity to earn his happiness. To embrace Prim and the good man he could be--would be--by her side.

There was no going back, only forward. Dante squeezed the woman in front of him.

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Soft kisses on his neck woke Dante. Before he even opened his eyes, he knew the room was bright with sunshine by the redness beyond his eyelids and the warmth on his face. He opened them slowly to shield his sensitive pupils from the sudden change.

“Good morning, Bear,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.

Prim answered with a nip to the spot that she’d just been kissing. “That’s for not coming until after I fell asleep.”

Dante released a low groan of disapproval. “You can blame your kern friend for that.” He gripped the back of her head by the hair, gently pulling back to tilt her face up. “Though I’d prefer if you not punish him likewise.”

Prim laughed. “You’d prefer I not bite other men’s necks?”

Dante’s relationships with Blukke and his ladies in the North had taught him the futility of making demands of people he’d allowed himself to lower his walls around. The only people who obeyed him were the ones who expected him to deliver an instant death if they refused--luckily, that was most people. But he thought maybe announcing his preference might keep Prim’s mouth away from others.

Dante balked, realizing he had no right to make such statements. Just twenty-four hours ago he had refused to even speak to her. “I wouldn’t do anything if you did. That’s your business.”

He’d want to hurt Roan, but he wouldn’t. He already felt that way about half the time he was around the shifter anyway.

“Interesting,” she purred, kissing his neck again. “But why would I want anyone else’s skin between my teeth when I could have yours?” Prim dragged her teeth along his neck in emphasis.

Dante had woken up hard, but now his cock was on another level. “Anything else of mine you want between your teeth?”

Prim didn’t hesitate. She slid her palm along his stomach and over his shorts, her fingers wrapping around his shaft loosely, feeling him out under the fabric. She kept her hand around him as she pulled her face from his neck, looking at him suspiciously.

“Something wrong?” Dante asked, concerned.

Prim didn’t say anything as she released her grip and sat up on folded knees, pushing the covers back to reveal Dante’s too-tight shorts. “Take them off.”

She didn’t have to say it twice.

Dante extracted himself from the bed and pushed down his undershorts, stepping out of them once they landed in a pile on the floor. He looked down at Prim on the bed, her nightgown wrapped around her thick thighs and generous breasts flowing over the neckline, her eyes that remained fixed on his despite his naked form before her.

Then her gaze slowly lowered. He watched as it continued its descent until she was staring straight at his cock that was standing at attention, begging to be inside her.

Then her eyes flicked back to his with a coy smile. “You’re using your shifting abilities, aren’t you?”

Dante released a low laugh. “No. But I’m flattered you think so.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said, rising onto her knees to cross to the edge of the bed.

Dante groaned as her hand wrapped around him again, this time flesh to flesh. “I can prove it to you,” he managed to say, though his voice was strained.

Prim’s grip tightened. “How?”

“When it stays this big even after I’ve been fucking you for hours, you’ll know it’s me. If I were using my shifting abilities, the change wouldn’t last that long.”

Her hand started pumping, eliciting another groan from him. If her palm felt this good, Dante knew he was going to lose his mind when he felt her lips around it. He might just die when her cunt was finally around it.

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“That better not be an exaggeration,” she breathed.

Dante grabbed her wrist, pausing her strokes. He bent down to kiss her, and Prim stretched up to meet him. He released her wrist to grab her ass with both hands as they kissed, then lifted her to throw her back into the center of the bed. He followed, kneeling with a leg on either side of her body.

“I say what I mean, Bear. I will fuck you for hours. But not until I’ve tasted every inch of you.”

“Do it.” Prim’s words were a command, but her tone was a plea.

Dante hooked his fingers under the hem of her nightgown and Prim raised herself up so he could pull it over her head.

He’d known what was underneath. He’d felt it enough. He’d practicaly seen it under that sheer nightgown in Pregg. But in the bright morning light, her body revealed to him in all its glory, Dante felt as though he could just stare at it for hours.

But he wouldn’t. He would devour it instead, starting with those tits she’d claimed he’d never had in his mouth. He gripped one in each hand, pressing them together, lowering his mouth over one nipple to suck and lick and bite before moving to the other, focusing on the moves that had her holding her breath and gripping his hair tighter.

He kept his hands on her breasts as he moved his mouth down to trail kisses along her stomach, gently brushing his thumbs over her nipples. He continued down her thighs, bypassing her sweet entrance emanating heat and arousal. But when he got to her midthigh, he shifted back up, angling his head between her legs to lick her inner thighs until he was close enough for her trimmed pubic hair to tickle his nose.

Prim lifted her hips in invitation, and Dante released her breasts to let his hands flow down her body and grip her thighs, pushing them open. He looked up to find Prim’s eyes on him, her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Tell me all the filthy things you want me to do to you so I can make sure not to leave anything out.”

Prim whimpered, then a wicked smile spread over her lips. She thrust her fingers into his hair again, tugging playfully. “Not today. I want to see what you do when left to your own devices.”

Dante chuckled darkly.

Finally, he dove in.

She did taste as good as she smelled. He started with his tongue on her clit, giving teasing flicks and circles that had her squirming into him, gripping his hair. He lasted as long as he could listening to her soft moans before he needed to hear her cry out in ecstasy. So he switched to the top of his tongue, providing powerful strokes as he inserted a finger into her hot, wet cunt. Wanting to test her, he added another, and her answering moans announced she could take it. Shortly after, her internal muscles tightened around his fingers as the orgasm he’d managed wracked through her body, her sharp cry of his name far more uninhibited than her moans had been. His cock throbbed knowing what awaited it.

He didn’t stop. Dante pulled out his fingers and lowered his tongue to her entrance, thrusting it inside. He angled his head so his nose stimulated her clit as he fucked her with his tongue, wrapping one hand around her ass to press her harder into him as the other pressed into her stomach, her softness enveloping it. He let his thumb travel to her asshole, rubbing and applying pressure, but not penetrating. He only pulled back when she came again, gasping for breath.

Dante unthreaded her hands from his hair and straightened so he could look down upon her, watching her breasts rise and fall as she took heaving breaths, her mouth alternating between gaping and biting her lip as she recovered from the pleasure he’d given her. He wanted to hear those noises and see that face at least a dozen more times today alone.

“No notes,” Prim panted, surging toward him to grip his waist. “That was flawless.”

The compliment shouldn’t have made Dante as proud and giddy as it did. He bent to meet her, fisting her long, loose hair as he used his tongue on her mouth just as skillfully as he had on her sex.

Prim pulled back. “About the hours of lovemaking…”

Lovemaking. Dante blinked.

“We’ll have to do that another time. I’ll need to attend Kallia soon.”

Dante immediately let go of her hair, leaning back. “Now?”

Prim laughed, sliding her hands up his back and pulling him into her again. “You think I would let you leave here unsatisfied after what you just did?”

No. He’d gotten the impression she was just as interested in pleasing him as he was in pleasing her.

“So tell me, Dante. Do you want it here?” Prim grabbed his hand, guiding it to her face. She kept her eyes locked on his as she took his finger into her mouth, sucking and wrapping her tongue around it. Dante nearly forgot how to breathe.

“Or here?” She raised up on her knees, opening her legs as she guided that hand down, inserting his finger there again. She gripped his shoulders as she rode his finger for a few moments before stilling. Dante continued stroking her from within as she gave him more options.

“I could be persuaded to let you try my ass, considering how much you seem to like it. Or you could even stick it between my boobs if you’re into that.” She made a noise as Dante’s finger continued its work, and she began gyrating again. “Though I’m selfishly hoping you want my pussy,” she added breathlessly.

This could not be real. Dante had done nothing to deserve this woman, so perfect in every way. He wasn’t going to fuck it up. He wanted every part of her, but that tight heat currently wrapped around his finger would do just nicely for now.

He pulled his finger out, teasing her clit as he dragged his hand up to her waist. He stared into her golden brown eyes, so full of excitement and promise.

Her smile widened, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him softly. “Remember when I tried to get you to fuck me when we were traveling and you denied me? Repeatedly?”

Dante groaned. What a stupid fuck he was. “What about it?”

“Nothing. I just wanted you to remember. I think it’s a good lesson for you--to know that I’m always right and will always get what I want in the end.”

Dante breathed a laugh. She was spoiled, but he didn’t mind. He would enjoy spoiling her. But she didn’t need to know that.

Dante tugged on her quickly, eliciting a playful squeal from Prim and forcing her onto her back. “It just worked out that way this time because we want the same thing.” Dante remained in his kneeling position and gripped her hips to pull her toward him, positioning himself at her entrance, his head nudging but not penetrating. “Say it.”

Prim’s breathing had turned ragged. “I want you to fuck me, Dante.”

It was Dante’s turn to smile. “Good. Because I really want to fuck you, Bear.”

Dante entered slowly, her soft noises egging him on until he was fully inside her. He withdrew slightly and gently thrust back in, testing her. Her moans were of pleasure, not pain.

Dante groaned. “Fuck, you can take a dick.”

He withdrew to the tip then slammed back into her, so hot and wet and tight.

“I can,” she moaned. “Give it to me.”

She moved her hips as he thrusted, angling herself so he hit just the right spot, pressing her hands against the headboard for leverage. He hated himself for it, but he knew he wouldn’t last long. Not after fantasizing about her so often, and her cunt feeling even better than he had imagined.

He was determined to make her come again before that happened. Keeping a hand on her hip, he slid the other over to rub her clit as he pounded her harder, faster, deeper. Her moans became higher and breathier, singing praise: Yes. Fuck me, Dante. Just like that. Don’t stop. Dante saw, heard, and felt her release and shot his load into her right after. He continued slow thrusts until he was spent, then pulled his dick out, watching her beautiful pink folds release it.

Dante raised his eyes to her face. “You should get a fertility suppressant just in case. Considering I am what I am.”

Prim laughed, running her fingers along his arms still gripping her. “Sexy.”

“Sorry.” He leaned down to kiss her again. “But how could I not think of that looking at my seed spilling out of your perfect little cunt?”

Prim whimpered. “Come back tonight. Come back every night.”

Dante kissed her again. He would. For as long as he was in Hogard, he would sleep here with his arm around her, just as it should be.

He wouldn’t think about what he’d do once the threat to Kallia was eliminated.

Dante stood and redressed, though he remained shirtless as he hadn’t brought one. Prim remained naked, rising from the bed to wrap her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing into his chest. “I’d prefer you not bite other people, either.”

Dante ran his hands up and down her sides. “There’s no one else I’d want to bite. Or kiss. Or fuck. Just you.”

Prim smiled, rising on her toes to kiss him. “Same.”

This last kiss was soft and sweet. It didn’t reflect the pleasure that they had just shared, but the underlying feelings. When Prim pulled away, Dante saw it in her eyes. Not hunger and lust, but something much deeper.

She didn’t voice it, though, instead opting to leave him with a flippant remark. “Thanks for the fuck.”

Dante laughed. “Thanks for the fuck.”

He shifted into the tiny blue hummingbird and only remained a moment longer, just to see her reaction. She squealed that he was adorable, gently petting his head with a fingertip. Then he flitted out the window, already counting down the minutes until he’d see her again.