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she’d Turned, everything was different. And Calam was a gorgeous specimen of a man, his muscles heavy, beautiful to her.
    “Mercy would like that,” Deo answered.
    “We will be here should you require us.”
    Calam made a small bow then turned and left them alone.
    Alone. For the first time in days. She moved into Deo’s arms, and he pulled her in, kissing her. Softly at first then harder, deeper, his tongue pushing into her mouth. In moments he was taking her clothes off then his own, his lush lips never leaving hers.
    No one had ever kissed her the way Deo did. Even when he was mortal, there was something about his mouth, the softness of it, the way he used his tongue that made her crazy with lust. Her body burned as she pressed against him, naked flesh to naked flesh. His body was all hard planes, muscle like steel beneath his velvet skin. And against her belly his cock was thickening, lengthening until all she could think of was having him inside her. Fucking her.
    His hands came around her, under her buttocks, and he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, her hands going into his dark, silky hair. She arched, impaling herself on his cock.
    “Ah, Deo!”
    He thrust into her, over and over. His cock, his pubic bone crashing into her, driving pleasure deep.
    “I need you, Mercy love. Need you. To fuck you. Be with you. A part of you.”
    “Yes…”
    He reached between them, his fingers pressing onto her hard clit, and she moaned as desire built. With his other hand he entered her ass, a firm press of two fingers. She loved it, that sensation of being filled. Loved that her immortal body could handle things she never could have as a human. She arched, taking his cock into her cunt, moved back to take his fingers deeper into her ass.
    “Come on, Deo,” she murmured. She didn’t know if she was asking to come or asking him to. She was full of pleasure, overflowing. Full of him—cock and fingers and his tongue surging into her mouth, wet and sweet.
    As the first shudders of her climax trembled in her sex, her breasts and belly, he lowered his head and bit into her.
    His mouth was hot on her throat, sucking, sucking, drawing the blood in. And it was as if his mouth were on her cunt, on her nipples. Everywhere at once. Images flashed in her head. Of the ocean in Valencia, the two of them exploring each other for the first time, when she had Turned him. His cock slipping between her thighs, nearly as hard then as a human, as he was inside her now. She felt it as though she were pussy and cock all at the same time. Through his eyes. Through her own memory. Even then, it had been frenzied and beautiful, pleasure burning into her like a flame.
    She shivered, her sex clenching. As she came, she felt Deo tense, pistoning into her. She screamed her pleasure, heard his animal roar. And she took his neck, bit into his lovely, golden flesh and drank.
    His blood was like some stunning aphrodisiac, sweet on her tongue. Pure ecstasy in her body. She came and came. Arching hips and grasping hands. Thrusting cock and plunging fingers. And the scent of Deo in her head. His blood on her tongue.
    Finally, they both calmed. He carried her to the bed, lay her down. One at a time, they licked each other’s wounds clean. Kissed each other softly. Deo leaned up on one elbow, his body next to hers, and gazed into her eyes. His were that startling green-blue of the ocean.
    “I love you, Mercy.” He traced her jaw with his fingertips, murmured, “My love.”
    “And I love you.”
    He stroked her long hair, taking the ends of it and running it through his fingers. His brows drew together. “You want him.”
    “Calam?”
    “Yes. But I was talking about Ever.”
    She nodded.
    “I could feel his desire for you. Like a lamp lighting up the room.”
    “He wants you too.”
    “Yes,” Deo agreed. “And he is the most amazing creature…”
    She brushed his cool cheek with her fingertips. “What is it,