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“I thought you didn’t touch innocents.”

“It would be a night of firsts for us both.” He smirked. It was too hard to deny the attraction sizzling between them anymore. “But only if you’re sure you wanteverythingfrom me.”

“I’m sure,” she said eagerly.

Tik-Tok gripped her chin with his gold hand and forced her to meet his blazing stare. “You need to besure.”

“I am,” she promised. And he saw the truth of it glistening in her eyes.

Was he really going to do this? Break his rule. Take the one female that could, if she wished it, destroy everything he had worked for. He was willing to give her a year to ensure Celyna had a definitive vision before deciding whether he should give up on his vengeance. A lot could happen in a year… But he was sure of one thing—one huge, terrifying thing: North meant something to him. More than any other fae ever had.

“If I do anything you don’t like, or if you want to stop, you need to tell me immediately,” he told her, tightening his grip on her chin to make sure she understood he was serious.

“I will.” North looked up at him from beneath her lashes. “First, I want to return the favor from last time.”

Last time.When he made her come all over his fingers.

If she kept looking at him like that, he would come in his pants. Closing his eyes, he kissed her deeply, delving between her lips with his tongue, crushing her mouth to his. Then he brushed his lips across her cheek to her ear. “Get on your knees for me.”

North’s breath caught and she sunk down in front of him, eyes locked on his.

He forced himself to tear his gaze away. If he did look—did see her in front of him like that with her wide brown eyes and just-kissed lips—he was certain things would take an embarrassing turn. His seed would end up across her face before she even touched him.

The moment he unlaced his pants, his hard length sprung free. North’s sharp inhale made him pause and wait. He was larger than most and, for someone who had only briefly encountered a cock, it had to be intimidating. But, instead, she reached up tentatively and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.

“Oh shit,” he hissed, hips jerking. Had the simple touch of another’s hand ever felt so good? “Wait.” He covered her hand with his. “I want your mouth.”

“I … don’t know how,” she said softly.

Slowly, he moved her hand up and down as he spoke. “Open your mouth and cover your teeth with your lips.” When she did, he slid her hand down to his base. “Now close your mouth around the tip.”

White light flashed across his vision when the warmth of her mouth touched the head of his cock. Precum leaked from him as he resumed moving her hand.

“Use your tongue,” he rasped. In answer, it ran across the ridge and he fought the urge to fist her hair and shove his way into the back of her throat. There would be time for that if she wished—after she was used to taking him like this. Releasing her hand now that he’d established a slow rhythm, he tilted his head back and groaned. “Just like that.”

North worked him with clumsy strokes and repetitive swipes of her tongue, but it was absolute bliss. Every tiny twitch of her fingers had him on the very edge, the buildup of heat from her mouth making him feel as if he were on fire. Because it washerthat was doing it. And she was fucking perfect. A tingle started in his balls and he backed out of her grip before he could come. There were too many things he wanted to do first.

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “What—”

“My turn.” In one fluid movement, he had her off her knees and spread across his desk— maps be damned. Kneeling between her thighs, he shoved the fabric of her skirt up to her waist and slowly slid the undergarments away. The sight of her, of the fluid covering her entrance, nearly sent him over the edge. “So ready for me,” he said with a grin.

Leaning up on her elbows, she looked down at him, panting with lust-glazed eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Do you want to stop?” he asked. He would. It would be monumentally fucking difficult, but he would. When she shook her head, his grin widened.

Tik-Tok maintained eye contact this time as he leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her clit. North’s head flew back on a moan, giving him all the encouragement he needed. With his tongue, he circled her bundle of nerves. He gently pressed his gold palm against her abdomen, keeping her in place, while his other hand found the slick entrance.

Using two fingers, he worked her with languid strokes, curling and twisting his digits until she grabbed the edges of his desk to steady herself. Thirty seconds more was all it took for her walls to clench tightly around him. The entire crew must have heard her cry out as she came, and a part of him enjoyed the idea. North was his.

“Gods,” she said between gasps for air. “That was…”

Tik-Tok stood, licking her sweetness from his fingers as she watched. His cock was painfully hard now. From where he stood between her knees, it was so near her entrance that it wouldn’t take much effort for him to rub the head in her wetness. The last bit of North’s innocence … protected by half a step.

Damn. Fucking close. So fucking close.

“Don’t stop,” North said. She must have noticed his hesitation as he fisted himself and stared. His free hand gripped her bare thigh.

“Not here,” he forced himself to say. Pulling her toward him, he lifted her against him, her legs immediately circling his waist, and he carried her across the room. “The bed.” North shivered in what he read as anticipation. But what if it wasn’t? His mind was too fucked up to tell the difference. Gently, he set her down on the edge of the mattress. “There’s no going back once it’s done. We can dosomething else,” he said in a questioning voice, repeating her earlier offer to him.

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