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Frantically, I get to my feet and push my hands up my skirt. I grab my underwear and shimmy them down my legs, unable to believe this. But then again, this is no different from the other times when someone was always watching me have sex. On my hands and knees, I use my underwear to press against his wound and place his hand over it. “Hold this here.”

Then I lean in closer, wiping the tears that refuse to stop falling. I lick my lips furiously, trying to calm my nerves, and whisper, “I’m so nervous, but I’ve just taken my underwear off. Not sure if you noticed.”

He stares at me, his face tense, and he gasps for air.

“Guess we’re doing this, then.” I take a deep breath. “You know what I was thinking about? Back in Glimhall, how your mouth felt on me… on my pussy. You have a crazy long tongue, but fuck, Corvin, I want more. I loved the way you ate me and left me trembling.” I run my fingers over his cheek, and his breath hitches.

“That’s it,” I say. “Think about how hard you fucked me that night. Then the next day, I bent over the couch and put my ass in the air for you.”

He half grins, so I pull myself up and crawl down his body, where I tug at his belt and pants. I already see the bulge beneath the fabric, and it makes me smile. In truth, just remembering the way he made love to me, being my first time ever, arouses me too.

In no time, I tug his pants down from his hips, and his cock pops out. Gods, I forgot how huge he was. The veins running down its length seem to make him look even bigger, as do the barbs between them.

“Oh,” I say, staring at how hard he stands.

I lift my shirt and straddle him, sitting down on him. Instantly, I feel him between my thighs, and I bite down on my lower lip at how good he feels. It’s wrong, but I remind myself that this is to heal him. So I adjust myself and guide him into my entrance. I’m already wet from simply remembering us together, but having him pushing me wide has me moaning.

His breathing quickens, and he’s mouthing something, but I can’t hear it.

“What is it?” I lean forward.

“Show me your tits.”

I burst out laughing and pull back, going down deeper on his pole, to which he hisses. It’s strange to see him both deathly injured and aroused, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to all these monster rules for our races.

Here I am, nervous about having his huge cock stuffing me while we’re out in the open with dead bodies in the distance.

Nope, not thinking of those at all. Instead, my focus falls on Corvin, and I work myself deeper onto him. I reach up and pull at the buttons on my dress, keeping my attention on Corvin.

He watches me intensely as I slowly draw it open and my breasts spill free.

“Fuck!” he growls.

And I start working up and down his shaft, feeling myself growing wetter as I take more of him into me. My breaths come out in faster gasps, and he slides his tongue out, licking his lip.

I shift and roll my hips, moving faster, driving myself all the way down. He fills me so deep that my walls squeeze him with sheer exhilaration.

“Dawn,” he whispers. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” I say and start bouncing on his cock, loving the way he watches my breasts dance. The desperate need for this friction unravels me because I’m losing my mind with desire.

A growl rattles in his chest, and suddenly his hands are sliding up my legs, grasping them, but I never stop riding him.

I glance down at his wound, noticing the bleeding has stopped, and that’s enough to have me moving faster, rougher, loving the way I stroke myself over his huge cock. My arousal pushes me to rub my hands over my chest and tug at my nipples, which has him growling again.

Every inch of me buzzes, and I moan as his hips begin to pivot upward, meeting me with each thrust. And before I know it, his hands are on my hips, and he’s fucking me, the ridiculous squelching sound of me sucking him back inside turning into a tune.

I lift my gaze and spot Lian and Kazak watching, because of course they would be. They’re each rubbing their cocks over their pants, lost in their own fantasies.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, except Corvin already appears to be healing. There’s color in his face, fire behind his eyes. I move my underwear from over his wound, and it’s no longer there. I still haven’t come to terms with how sex with me can heal them.

Something suddenly darkens across his chest, and in moments, it manifests into a silhouette of a crow across his heart. The bird blinks at me just as my name materializes right below the mark.

Dawn Starbourne.

Corvin’s snarl turns feral as he surges upright, bringing us face-to-face. He stares down at his chest and smiles from ear to ear.

“Dawn,” he purrs. “Fuck, Dawn, this makes you mine officially as well.” And he’s kissing my face, while I’m beaming on the inside. Is this really happening? Can I be that lucky?