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  She sucked and pressed the tight surface between his balls with her fingertip. Just the right spot. He groaned and came hard, so hard he wondered if his brain were intact. He saw fuzzy shapes in front of his eyes, which cleared once he blinked. His muscles felt limp like cooked noodles, and it was lucky he was lying on a bed. She swallowed him down, taking everything he had to give before lifting her head. A tiny bit of semen clung to the corner of her mouth, and it gave him another rush of pleasure.

  A badge. A sign. His mark of possession.

  “Kitten, that was better than my imagination. Thank you.”

  She grinned. “I enjoy having you in my power.”

  “Two-way street, kitten.” Another fuzzy shape flickered behind Eva. Damn, she’d really done a number on him if he was still seeing things. A double blink cleared his vision and her beautiful face came into focus.

  Fuck, he never thought he’d be happy because a big bird toted him off and dropped him in the middle of nowhere.

  He thumbed the speck of semen away and drew her down for a kiss. She tasted of him now. Triumphant, he felt a sense of achievement settling in his chest. Her soft sigh upped the satisfaction, the feeling she belonged to him. God, this woman…

  She was so right for him on every level.

  He thought about his brother, wondered fleetingly if Felix had changed his mind about his new choice of mate, was perhaps disappointed Saber had flown off with his captive. Too late now. He didn’t intend to give up Eva. He kissed her, tantalizingly brief kisses on her mouth, her nose, over each eyelid.

  Sated, he longer felt the need to rush. No, he intended to take his time, to seduce her until she quivered beneath his touch, desperate for the final culmination. His hands wandered her slight body.

  “We’ve both lost weight,” he said.

  She gurgled, a short burst of amusement. “I’d put on weight while lazing around your resort. Casey kept plying me with fruity little drinks—the ones festooned with fruit and cute umbrellas—and lots of snacks. You know. The ones they call canapés.”

  “Ah, my mother,” he said, a fond grin settling on his lips. “She wanted an Earth menu, even if room service or the waitresses in the restaurant have to explain the terms.”

  “The food is excellent. Do you think I can have some of those recipes too? I’d like to experiment in my kitchen at home and attempt to recreate the dishes.”

  Saber slid his mouth over hers to stop the outpouring of words. The resort was her home now, and he didn’t intend to argue about it, nor bring up the topic now when there were more interesting things to do.

  Her hands tightened on his shoulders and suddenly he didn’t want to go slow any longer. He rolled, placing her body beneath him and settling in to feast on her mouth.

  “God, I love kissing you. So sexy, kitten.”

  His hands wandered her breasts, held the soft weights and relearned their shapes. He plucked a nipple and teased them both until they were hard nubs. Only then did he take them in his mouth. He nipped and sucked until her tight grip told him she’d edged into frantic need.

  “Saber.” Her tone of demand confirmed her desire.

  Her eyes were squeezed shut, her body straining beneath his. He didn’t intend to let her move unless it suited him. Instead, he took quick nips at her tummy, soothed them with his tongue before moving lower.

  “I want to see your pretty pussy.”

  He shifted down the bed and she parted her legs for him, baring herself with full trust, and that undid him. He stared at her swollen pink flesh, the glistening juices that coated her folds. His heart pounded and did a kind of somersault. He swallowed hard and reached out, trailing one finger over the heart of her with delicate precision.

  She shivered and, unable to resist, he bent his head to give her a firm lick. Her hands fastened in his hair, holding him in place with determined strength. Inwardly, he smiled, enjoying the show of bossiness as she attempted to guide his mouth where she wanted it most. She was comfortable with him. Her piquant taste exploded on his tongue, and he licked thoroughly because it was obvious she enjoyed his attentions.

  Then he lifted his head, stared at the passion on her face, the color in her cheeks and her swollen lips, almost red rather than pink. “You look beautiful.”

  Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him. “No one has ever told me that before.”

  “Not lying, kitten. No reason to butter you up when I know you’re a sure thing.”

  She wrinkled her nose and he laughed, the sound still startling to his ears. Surprising. He hadn’t laughed much since Lori had died.

  “Even though I’ve lost weight?”

  “Even though.” He moved up to kiss her, slow, lingering, putting every one of his chaotic feelings into the exchange. He kissed her deeply, copping a feel of her breasts until she wriggled beneath him and her fingertips dug into his rump.

  When he slipped between her legs and pushed home, she sighed—a throaty sound that lit his senses, shoved at his urgency. Her tight, wet flesh hugged him in an intimate embrace, and he held himself still, firmly planted to the root, her channel flexing around his girth.

  Fuck. This is good. Perfect. Easy to imagine being right here for years.

  Saber the man wanted her.

  Saber the feline desired her.

  He pulled back and pushed into her enticing heat. Watched her face, her eyes still closed as if she wanted to concentrate on every feeling, the color in her cheeks delightful.

  His feline rolled under his skin and urgency built in Saber until he couldn’t keep up the slow pace any longer. Lust and love bubbled in him, filled him to capacity until even his heart ached.

  His feline challenged his control, his teeth changing, his claws starting to protrude from the ends of his fingernails. Fuck. That had never happened before Eva. Thank god her eyes remained closed so she couldn’t see.

  His hips snapped, the drag of his flesh against hers fueling his desire, fueling his urgency, fueling his feline. Saber couldn’t stop. He craved her heat, craved her touch. He plain craved Eva.

  Saber slammed into her, lowered his head to lick her throat.

  “Saber!” That fuckin’ sexy, throaty voice again.

  She was gonna be the death of him. His pulse raced, his senses all working overtime, filling him with light and pleasure and happiness. His gaze hit the fleshy part where her neck and shoulder met, and his tongue flicked out to taste.

  If he thought he’d felt urgency before, he’d been mistaken. His cock throbbed, the painful echo squeezing his balls while his skin tingled with a tightness he’d never experienced before.

  He licked that fleshy spot. Back and forth. Back and forth. She groaned beneath him, her hips lifting to meet his hard strokes, fingertips biting into his flesh, holding him close. Wanting him. Needing him.

  He licked her again, the taste of her exploding through her skin. Fragrant. Tasty.

  His.

  Saber bit down, his sharp teeth slicing effortlessly into her tender skin. She jerked beneath him, cried out, and her sheath rippled around his cock. As the taste of her blood exploded in his mouth, he came so hard he saw the flurry of fuzzy, ghostly shapes around him. He kept coming, was aware of the rhythmic tightening of her pussy.

  The ghostly shapes brushed his skin, and the longer he came, the more opaque the shapes appeared.

  Saber blinked but the white shapes remained, floating above and around their bodies. Strangely, he didn’t feel fear. Instead he felt intense peace. He lifted his head…

  The sight of blood at her neck jolted him.

  Fuck.

  He’d bitten her.

  He licked the blood away and watched, a little astonished, as the wound healed in front of him to leave a small black scar in the shape of a leaping leopard.

  But…

  He’d thought…

  An old legend.

  Eva stretched languorously, shifting beneath him, a smile on her lips and her eyes still closed.

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sp; Dazed, Saber withdrew from her body, pressed a tender kiss to her lips. He blinked again. Both the black leopard scar and the ghostly shapes remained.

  And a third thing—his cock was hardened already to a painful state.

  He had to have her.

  Again.

  Right now.

  “Turn over, kitten. Up on your hands and knees. Eyes closed so you can concentrate on the sensations.”

  Please keep your eyes closed so the ghosts don’t freak you out.

  There were so many of them now, it felt as if they were curtained on a four-poster bed.

  He helped her into position, ran his hand over her rounded buttocks. She wriggled her ass from side to side.

  Saber laughed. “Keep still or I’ll spank you again.”

  “I’m not sure if I should admit this, but by the end, I enjoyed my punishment. It was meant to be punishment, right?” Her throaty voice gripped something inside him, pulled it tight.

  “Punishment and pleasure,” he said, and stroked her pussy with his dick.

  “Again? Already?”

  “Must be the comfortable sleep-bed.” He wondered for an instant if she’d turn and look at him, but to his relief, she remained with her head down, in the position he’d placed her.

  She chuckled. “I feel wonderful. Maybe it is the bed.”

  She hadn’t mentioned her neck, yet she’d cried out when his teeth had bitten into her flesh. Saber tried to remember the legend, the things his father had told him as a teenager. He wished he’d listened harder instead of fidgeting like the embarrassed teen he’d been.

  Saber moved over Eva until he was draped along her back. He guided his cock to her entrance and pushed into her in a seamless stroke. “You feel so good, kitten. I love fucking you.”

  “Feels good on my end too,” she whispered.

  He withdrew and thrust again in an easy plunge.

  The white shapes floating around the bed took on the faint hue of color. No amount of blinking changed the fact that they were becoming more corporeal. Saber’s gaze went to the tiny leopard at her neck. That hadn’t disappeared either.

  He pushed into her, thought he rather loved her new tattoo, and gave in to the temptation to lick the black cat. She trembled hard and her pussy tightened around his dick.

  Holy fuck.

  He repeated the lick and she responded in the same way, massaging his cock internally.

  He quickened his strokes until he was slamming into her. He licked the tattoo at her neck and slipped one hand between her legs to tease her clit. She came almost immediately. Saber groaned. Thrust into her for two hard strokes. Felt good. Too good.

  He wanted to hold back his orgasm, hold on to this magical sensation thrumming through his veins. But his third thrust annihilated his brain, pushing him into a mind-blowing climax.

  He gasped for breath, his pulse thundering in his head as he planted his weight firmly on her back.

  The whisper of a sound had his eyes opening, and he saw a man sitting in a chair by the side of the bed, one knee crossed over the other while he nursed a glass of ruby wine.

  “Something wrong?” Eva asked?

  Saber moved off her quickly and drew her protectively into his embrace.

  “What— Frying fungus,” she muttered when her gaze hit the same spot as his.

  The man—who was clothed like a male out of one of the old costume dramas his mother and sister enjoyed so much—lifted his glass in silent salute. Then he smiled.

  “Thank you,” he said in a rich voice. An upper-class voice that also belonged in one of those bloody costume dramas.

  When Saber started to speak, the man held up a hand. Saber shut his mouth and waited. No need to panic—not until the man threatened Eva. Then all bets were off.

  “Thank you for gifting us with your sexual energy.” He smacked his lips. “A very piquant flavor. Tasty.”

  “Who are you?” Eva asked.

  Saber’s arm tightened around her shoulders but a sense of pride filled him. His woman was full of courage.

  “We are an incorporeal race. For so long we have been starved of energy. So long,” he said. “But you have gifted us well. We’ll leave you in peace.” The man lifted his glass in another salute, took a sip and faded away in front of their eyes.

  “Well, hell,” Saber muttered, still staring at the empty chair.

  “I wish he’d taken the chair with him. If I need to use the restrooms in the early hours of the morning, I might stub my toe.”

  No sooner had she said the words than the chair disappeared, a rich chuckle echoing in the air around them.

  “Hell,” Saber repeated. “Was that real?”

  “If you’re hallucinating then so am I,” Eva said, staring at the empty spot where both man and chair had been.

  “They were all around us while we were making love,” Saber said, his gaze turning to hers. His green eyes glowed a little eerily, yet she didn’t fear for her safety. The ghostly man hadn’t scared her either. Something had told her they had nothing to fear.

  “And you didn’t say anything?”

  “I thought I was seeing things.”

  Eva yawned. “I need some sleep. Maybe this will make sense in solar light.”

  “I doubt it. This is some freaky shit,” Saber said.

  “You won’t get any argument from me.”

  His quick smile warmed her all the way through. He tugged back the bed covers. “It’s getting cool.”

  She slid under the clean coverings with a contented sigh, turning on her side and closing her eyes. Saber settled in behind her, his larger body feeling protective and safe. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

  * * * * *

  “Wake up.” An insistent voice whispered against her ear.

  “Is it time to go?”

  “Soon.” Saber wriggled against her, and she felt the prod of his erection against her bottom.

  “Tired. Start without me.”

  His dark chuckle pulled a sleepy smile from her. “I can do that.”

  His nimble fingers tugged and stroked, caressed and teased until the hum of arousal heated her blood. He remained behind her so they were stacked like two cooking spoons. He lifted her leg, rearranged her body a fraction and slid inside her.

  She was a little sore, but she still wanted him, her wetness allowing him to move with ease.

  He kept his thrusts lazy, her climax building in an easy fashion. He nuzzled her neck and licked the spot where her neck ended and her shoulder began.

  “Feels so good,” she said, and when his rough tongue rasped across the spot again, she exploded.

  Saber grunted, moved into her with deliberate plunges now and came four thrusts later, the splash of his seed filling her with warmth.

  He held her for long moments afterward, the caress of his hand both soothing and arousing. Protective. Yes, she loved how he made her feel safe.

  “Hungry?”

  “Yes,” she said after a few seconds’ thought. Her stomach rumbled, an emphatic agreement.

  “Right.” His lips quirked, the corners moving in an uptick of humor. “Stay there. I’ll bring you something to eat.”

  He slipped out of her, the covers rustling while he climbed from the bed. She must have drifted off to sleep again because she woke to him shaking her shoulder.

  “Hey, sleepyhead. Breakfast is served.”

  He waited until she sat up, her back against the headboard, before he handed her a tray.

  “I made bacon and eggs and toast,” he said.

  He lifted a red teapot and poured amber liquid into a cup. He handed it to her and she accepted it with a smile.

  “I’d never tried tea until I went to your resort.”

  “Another Earth tradition,” he said with an easy smile. He’d dressed while she slept and wore a clean pair of tight black trews and a pale green shirt that made his eyes more noticeable. His hair was tied back, baring the hard angles of his face. Long, glossy black boots covere
d his feet, hitting him at knee level.

  “Very sexy,” she said.

  “Eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”

  She took another sip of her tea then tucked into the food. “I must’ve been hungrier than I thought,” she said minutes later, staring at the empty plate with a kind of wonder. She never ate this much, never had the time when she was hurrying to complete day-to-day tasks and overseeing her employees.

  “It’s a pity we don’t have transport to travel the last bit to the resort,” she said. “A small shuttle. Even a fly-mo would do me.”

  “Until you came nose-to-beak with another colossal bird,” Saber said.

  “True. One close encounter is enough for me. Just seeing them glide through the sky is scary, even knowing they can’t see me beneath the trees.” Eva sighed. “So we walk.”

  “A skimmer would get us there,” Saber said. “We could skim the contours of the land.”

  “A nice dream.” Eva drank the last of her tea. “I suppose we should clean up and go.”

  “The place appears to be self-cleaning,” Saber said. “The things we used at dinner were clean when I went to make breakfast.”

  “How?”

  Saber shrugged. “I don’t know. Our host has mysterious ways.”

  Eva hurried through a quick wash and dress, thrilled to find a pair of black trews to fit and a thin blue top, perfect for the heat. She even found black boots, replicas of the laced ones she’d seen in a High Street shop years ago and hadn’t been able to afford.

  “I’m ready,” she said, walking and twisting her hair into a braid at once. She checked the result in a mirror and frowned. There was a black mark on her neck. She leaned closer to the mirror.

  “You look gorgeous, but I like you naked best.”

  “What this?” She tapped the black mark, shivering the instant her fingertip touched her skin. It was a black cat—and it resembled the same species of feline as Saber.

  Saber’s face went passive, all expression wiping clean. He knew something.

  She glanced in the mirror again and rubbed her fingers back and forth over the black cat. She gasped when a streak of pleasure darted from her shoulder and frisked her hot spots before settling between her legs.

  Coincidence?