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“If necromancy is evil that must make me evil, because I am certain I have some abilities you would call necromancy… And if so, kill me now.”

“A provocative statement from a provocative female.”

She pops up an eyebrow. “True.”

I’m convinced. I don’t know the answers. I’m not sure she has these abilities, but she’s convinced me. What the fuck is evil?

I thought I knew, but really, I never thought much on the subject. War is completely, utterly wrong, but do we condemn everyone who takes part? No.

“You’re right.” Though I still believe I will know true evil when I see it. “And I could never kill you.”

Am I smitten? Gods, I love how she said all of that. I’m smitten to the core.

I tighten my hand on her neck and her expression sparks, focuses down on me, on my mouth. When she swallows, I feel the movement of her muscles. “Upside-down girl,” I say quietly.

Then, inhaling, I slowly lean over her. I shift my hand until it circles her throat at the front, and I nudge her chin even higher. Her mouth is directly beneath mine.

“Wyntre?”

“Yes, Rorsyd?” The tremor in her voice thrums against my hand.

“I like how you say my name.”

“Oh.”

I’m barely inches away when her tongue sneaks out and she wets her lips.

“Oh? That’s it? I swear I am staring down at you wistfully, and I’mneverwistful.”

I cover her mouth, kissing her hard. I thrust in my tongue and firm my grip on her throat. She whines and reaches up, slips her hand into my hair, and pulls me even closer.

This. This is what I need.

Her, moaning into my mouth.

Chapter 12

Wyntre

Kissing upside-down is hot but my neck’s about to crack. This dragonshifter’s tongue is almost in my throat when I try to stand to wriggle around into a better position. He growls at me but maybe gets why I’m wriggling, and he ends up in front of me.

Better. Still hot.

He keeps his hold on my neck with that huge hand that nearly meets at the back and presses me backward. Huffing, groaning, I’m reveling in this world where our bodies are intimately close, finally. Everywhere is tingling, arousal sweeping in, prickling at nerve ends.

I can touch him everywhere I can reach. The hard line of his jaw as he consumes me with that mouth. His neck, his shoulders. Already, I’m addicted to these shoulders that are hard as mountains. His hair that rustles as I ruffle fingers through it.

I open my legs, and he steps in, shoving between them, spreading me further. Still kissing. This feels like a forever kiss, a kiss that says we are now together.

What’s there, at his crotch is impossibly rigid and impossibly big.

He takes one of my hands and places it on himself, wraps my fingers around him. Only a thin layer of cloth separates my hand from his cock.

“You want this, Wyntre Diamond?” he says, kissing down my jaw to my neck. Which is unfair because how could I refuse when he’s doing that? Frissons of lust ricochet down my backbone, flowering into a need to fuck.

To get what’s in my hand inside me.

Fumbling, panting into his shirt, I fit my hand partway around the shaft where it’s tight against the fly of his breeches. “Mmm?” is all I manage to say, but when I raise my head, my eyes are pleading.

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