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eyes, she saw he was worried about the injury. And that made her worry about it, too.
    What was wrong with her tonight? It wasn’t like this man was her mate. He was eteri . He was a fling for an evening, a man who had no idea who she really was. A man who wanted her simply because he thought she was desirable.
    Not because she was Lusna, Etruscan Goddess of the Moon.
    What would he say if she told him who she really was?
    His hands moved to his pants and her thoughts fractured as he popped the button. They hung so low on his hips, the tip of his erection emerged as soon as he started to unzip them.
    And, oh, Sweet Mother Goddess, his sex was just as gorgeous as the rest of him. His thick cock stood straight out from his body from a nest of dark curls, full and ruddy red, his balls heavy beneath. She wanted to go down on her knees and take him in her mouth. Something she’d never been able to do with any of her Fata or Enu lovers. They would’ve been scandalized.
    She’d never had an eteri in her bed, had never met one who evoked this heated response from her. Was it hormonal, something to do with the moon cycle? The full moon would rise in only two days. No, she couldn’t blame her reaction on the moon. She simply wanted him .
    Stepping closer until she could feel his heated breath against her cheek, she reached for his waistband and helped him push the pants down his legs. Her fingers stroked against his thighs, the light coating of hair soft against her skin. And now bared for her pleasure. She went to her knees on the plush rug then, dragging his pants to his ankles as she went.
    His hands settled on her shoulders, not drawing her closer, just resting there, kneading, stroking.
    She let herself stare at him for a least a minute, watching how he pulsed and grew harder before her eyes. The thick vein on the side of his shaft throbbed at a faster pace and the head deepened to the shade of ruby.
    She heard his breathing shallow out, rasping in his throat as she pursed her lips and blew on the tip. He groaned, his cock flexing and moving as his fingers tightened. But he didn’t try to draw her closer. He didn’t have to.
    She closed the distance and opened her mouth over the silky, hot tip. The taste of musky male exploded on her tongue, and she gripped his hips and took him deep as he groaned out her name.
    She stroked her tongue along his length before she sucked hard. Then she drew back, allowing her teeth to scrape along the skin until only the fat tip remained inside her mouth.
    She repeated this motion several times, each time taking him deeper than the last. She lost herself in the taste and feel of him, his skin so soft on her tongue, the shaft hard and hot, the scent of his body intoxicating.
    His groans lit a fire in her blood that made her fingers dig deeper into his skin, hold him tighter. She felt one of his hands brush along her cheek and around her lips, where they were wrapped around his cock. He stroked at the corner of her mouth before cupping her jaw.
    Gently. Almost too tentatively. She didn’t want tentative. She wanted him out of control.
    She sucked on him harder, continuing to work him as his hand fell back to her shoulder and he pushed his fingers under the stretchy material of her dress, tunneling straight for her breasts.
    She moaned around his cock when his fingers pinched at the puckered tips of her nipples. Her humming motion made his shaft throb.
    He pulled back with a groan, and Lucy released his cock slowly, enjoying the tease.
    Looking up, she saw his eyes closed tight and his mouth parted to draw in unsteady breaths.
    â€œGive me a minute, babe. I don’t wanna come yet.” His voice, a husky rumble like thunder in the night air, sent an erotic shiver down her back, inching her that much closer to the orgasm gathering low in her body.
    She moved her leg a fraction of an inch, in preparation for standing, and Brand had his hands under arms and her on her