Page 5 of The Barbaric Fae's Soul

His fingers slowly slid out, and my breathing hitched as he cleaned the sensitive flesh with that shirt.

He nearly did the same to his hand—but then he looked at it.

And looked.

And looked.

And finally, lifting his gaze to mine, he dragged that hand up to his mouth, and wrapped those thick, lush lips around the finger that had been inside me.

My desire swelled hotter.

The tent must’ve been flooded with the scent of it.

Ofus.

And when his chest rumbled at my taste, my breathing was already picking up again.

“I know you might still have feelings for her,” I said in a quick, harsh whisper. “I know it’s just sex—or just almost sex. But if you want, we can—“

He jerked to his feet.

His cock was still erect, the tip still dripping, but all of the blood had drained from his face, making his tan skin look ashen.

“The klynnas.” His voice was barely loud enough for me to make out the words.

They were enough to put me on my feet in a heartbeat.

“I let go,” he said, his gaze jerking to me. “When the bond broke—I couldn’t hold the ice. And then you were—and I—”

He didn’t finish.

I didn’t need him to.

It was as much my fault as it was his.

“What do we do?” I asked softly.

“We warn the others.” He grabbed my shorts off the ground and put them in my hands. “Now.”

I yanked them on as he literallyranout of the tent, with me rushing behind him. My tank top was still slightly damp with his release, so I grabbed the shirt on my way out too—although I realized the error of that as soon as I’d pulled it over my head and covered myself with the sticky fabric.

We both smelled and looked like exactly what we’d just done… but there were bigger problems on the horizon.

So we ran, as the skies dumped rain on us, and panic coursed through us both.

The constant ache I’d been dealing with since Nev mated with Fovea was gone, I noticed, as I followed Aev. The man was stupidly fast, and I was getting further behind him, but I didn’t ask him to slow down.

Honestly, my head was still spinning with the shock of what I’d done.

I’d planned on sitting by him, assuming he’d be in his beast form.

Petting his furry, sabertooth head.

Telling him that he would be alright in the end.

Helping him breathe through the ache that would be his constant companion after the loss of his mate bond.

Not, well, screwing him. Or getting close to it.

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