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truck.
    Brant grabbed Phoebe’s hand in his, holding it tightly, fingers entwined. “We can wait if you want. I don’t want to rush you.”
    “Screw waiting. I’ve wanted this for what seems like forever. I was willing to go mortal for you, Brant. I want you. I want this. Do you?” Tears gathered in her eyes and he brushed one away with his thumb.
    “Of course, baby, I almost went mortal for you as well. I want you as my kinmate , I just don’t want to rush you—”
    She placed her fingertips over his mouth and he resisted the urge to lick the fire-scented digits. “I promise not to get so hot you turn to ash. Better?” And the imp winked at him.
    He nibbled her fingertips and she pulled them away, giggling. “Much. Now mate me already, woman.”
    “Gladly.” She jumped from the truck and he was right behind her once he’d grabbed the fire blanket to protect him and the ground. They’d probably burn through it, but it might protect him just enough.
    Brant laid the blanket on the ground and began stripping, watching his soon-to-be mate in the process.
    Inch by inch she raised her dress, baring more and more of her light chocolate hued skin to his gaze. Sculpted calves led to thick thighs and wide hips. There was a small smattering of dark chocolate curls at the juncture of her thighs and he couldn’t wait to run his fingers through the sparse hair, discovering the wetness that lay beyond the hidden depths. Her waist dipped in before flaring out to her chest, large breasts beckoning him, teasing and tantalizing him with their berry-tipped nipples.
    By the time his focus was on her face, her brow was arched, teasing him. “Like what you see, fireman?”
    “Absolutely.”
    “Then you better get to reciprocating before I lose interest.” She winked at him again and crawled onto the blanket, full breasts hanging down, tantalizing globes just begging to be licked and suckled.
    Brant didn’t waste any time. He brought his hands to his shirt, fingers working on the buttons, pulling the bottom free of his jeans. He snapped the button of his pants and worked the zipper down, still damp, hard cock springing from the cotton confines. He kicked his shoes away, socks quickly following, and then his jeans were gone. He stood naked as the day he was born in the middle of the
Arizona
wilderness ready to claim his kinmate .
    He gripped the base of his cock, stroking himself from root to tip and back again, gathering the pre-come that leaked from the head to use as lubrication. He counted on his seed still filling Phoebe, counted on being able to use some of his cum for what he had in mind.
    He stroked himself again and just stared at the woman he loved. Under his gaze, she remained on all fours but turned her back to him, giving him exactly what he needed.
    “Are you ready for me, Phoebe? Ready to be mine in all ways?”
    She looked at him over her shoulder, love shining in her eyes. “Yes, Brant. In all ways and for always. Burn me.”
    He couldn’t be gentle any longer. Gone was the sweet lover of times before, and in its place was a feral bird looking to claim its mate for all time. He closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, as if flying across the ground.
    Brant covered her then, cock just barely venturing inside her entrance, prick head stretching her hole, sliding easily in and out of her well-lubricated heat. Already the air around them shimmered and burned, her arousal turning the surrounding grasslands to ash in the blink of an eye.
    “Don’t tease,” she begged, trying to ease her hips back, trying to take him deeper.
    He wouldn’t let her take control. She may have the active power, but he was the alpha in the relationship and the mating would go his way. Hopefully. As long as she didn’t ash him.
    “Not teasing… loving, baby. Just loving.”
    That seemed to settle her and he returned to his teasing, regardless of what he told her. He leaned back and gripped his dick at its base,