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hers, his hands sweeping over her sides.
    She was smooth skin over sleek, firm muscle. Strong enough to carry gear and handle the equipment needed for fighting fires and saving lives, but still utterly, deliciously feminine.
    Mine .
    She didn’t know it yet, but she was always and forever his. Of all the females in this realm, Saffron was his perfect mate.
    He undid the shorts that had nearly caused him to torch a man ogling her that first time he’d seen her on the beach. It was remembering that man’s reaction to her, worrying that she might be in the arms of some other human while he was busy hunting down demons that’d led to his incinerating the red Porsche and then the silver Porsche.
    He pushed the shorts off her hips, along with panties that probably would have had him gripping his cock had he been forced to watch her do a slow strip.
    The scent of his hot, willing mate had him deepening the kiss, thrusting against her tongue, thoughts rushing forward to the moment his cock would be fully embedded in her, completely surrounded by luscious wet heat.
    Her nails raked his back, sending fire streaking down his spine and into his cock. He nearly injured himself in his hurry to get free of his shorts. Had mixed feelings about the zippers humans had invented, the convenience offset by the risk of injury.
    Better if he and Saffron stayed naked. Except then others would see her beautiful body and covet his mate.
    Smoke leaked from his nostrils and he was glad for the darkness.
    More smoke escaped with the touch of his shaft to her smooth, bare mound and silky stomach. Pleasure shuddered through him at the lack of hair on her pussy.
    The spurs sheathed in his wrists and shaft throbbed. His cock leaked arousal.
    “Is that thing for me?” his mate asked, sultry confidence in her voice.
    “Maybe, if you’re nice to me.”
    “Define nice,” she murmured, grinding her pussy against his cock, rubbing, enticing him to lose control. She was torment and temptation, a troublesome kind of mate, that was for sure.
    He forced himself away from her. “Shower,” he said, taking her hand.
    He guided her upstairs and into the master bathroom. Shored up his control before hitting the light switch.
    Glorious tribute to the First Ancestor . He could come just looking at his mate. She was caramel perfection.
    He ate her with his eyes, noted that she was doing the same and preened. His cock pulled away from his abs, anxious for her attention. But he made that part of him wait in favor of memorizing every inch of smooth skin.
    Firm breasts were capped with large brown nipples he could spend hours worshipping. Would spend hours worshipping though he’d be constantly torn between kissing upward to her mouth, or downward, over a flat stomach to a mound that was pure seduction.
    His knees weakened. Only her stepping away, murmuring shower kept him from sinking to the floor and putting his mouth on her pussy.
    He followed her into the stall, grunted as cool water hit before warming into a hot luxurious spray. He stepped out of the way, was jealous of the water striking her skin, caressing it, making her close her eyes as she arched her back and moaned.
     Smoke mixed with steam. He battled fiery possessiveness, the need to completely cover his mate, to be the sole source of her pleasure.
    He gripped his cock and her eyes fluttered open. A sultry smile formed as she took note of her effect on him and reached—not for him but for the body wash.
    She coated her palms with soap then glided them over her arms, her breasts—lingering there, caressing mouth-watering nipples before moving to her stomach, her smooth mound, her long, sleekly muscled legs.
    Oh she was asking for trouble. His wickedly sensuous mate wouldn’t leave this shower until she’d screamed her pleasure.
    His grip tightened on his cock. His nostrils flared as the scent of the ocean was replaced by the scent of his body wash mixing with the scent of aroused mate.
    She