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Irdan was wearing a towel around his waist and nothing else.
    “So, you have more than one shower.” She grinned as she reached for a towel.
    “I do. I see you didn’t make a dash through the window again.”
    She wrapped the towel around her torso and grabbed another to work on her hair.
    “You haven’t looked at yourself yet, have you?”
    She wrinkled her nose. “No. I am putting it off.”
    “You look amazing. You can pass for elemental fey without a doubt.” He smiled. “Look.”
    She sighed and looked at her face in the rapidly clearing mirror.
    Silvery skin had crept in a wedge between her eyes, curled in a lash of colour on her cheeks and glided in waves down her neck. It coated her shoulders and spread in a soft spray down her arms. She dropped the towel and took in the soft wedges of colour that highlighted her more sensitive areas while her human skin was now the minority.
    Even her lips were a dark silver. “Well, this is definitely a new look.” She tilted her head from side to side. “Can I pierce these ears?”
    He blinked. “Of course. Your existing piercings will be fine.”
    “No, I meant a cartilage piercing up near the tip. Something with a small link of chain to the lobe.”
    He shuddered. “I wouldn’t recommend it. It is akin to a genital piercing.”
    She touched the tip of her left ear and stroked her finger down. Her nipples immediately rose up, and her skin felt a pulse from deep inside. “Oh. I see your point.”
    He smiled. “Would you like to speak with your father?”
    She paused. “Way to kill the mood, Irdan.”
    “Apologies. For the most part, the fey and their parents have good relationships. Children are treasured and valued.”
    “I was an abandoned accident.”
    “And are now a valued treasure.”
    She sighed. “If I had been born a manatee, I would be halfway through my lifespan and have had two or more calves by now. I would have loved my children, raised them and let them go. My partner would not have entered into it after the mating. I have been stuck between a culture of shame and a culture of instinct, and I belong in neither.”
    He crossed to her. “Are you willing to start your life again for a third time?”
    She smiled and traced the tattoo. “If you tell me why you are a giant alligator.”
    “It is a long story.”
    “Apparently, time is something we need to take.” She pressed a kiss to his neck, moving her lips against his skin and tasting him as she went.
    He sighed and leaned toward her as she used her lips to tease the pulse in his neck.
    He stroked his hands down her back and the parts of her skin that had been silvered sprang into awareness at his touch.
    She ran her hands up his body and whispered, “So, why that form?”
    He exhaled. “It was the best way to make an impression on the locals when we first arrived. The size is a factor of my age.”
    “How large are you?” She giggled at the loaded questions.
    “I am guessing that I am over eighteen feet long. Without someone to measure me, I am as clueless as you are.”
    She chuckled and worked her hands down his chest to the towel. She tugged and released it from the tuck he had it in, and it dropped to the ground. “I think I can help you with the measuring. I do it with my guests all the time.”
    He groaned when she wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked slowly.
    She moved her hand slowly on the hot bar under her fingers while she continued to lick and suck at his neck.
    Marina bit at him gently and that snapped him into motion. He walked backward, carefully leading her with his cock as their connection.
    She grinned at the trust that it indicated and followed him without letting go. He backed all the way into the bedroom, and only when they were next to the bed did he remove her hand from him.
    Marina looked up at him, and her smirk faded as he leaned in and kissed her. His mouth took hers slowly, and he moved against her until she was squirming against him with his