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asked breathlessly, his heart hammering hard. Between his legs, he felt a rigid tightening, one that she seemed to sense as well, sliding one hand between his thighs, inching it upward until she made contact with his erection. Her hand was cool against the smooth, warm skin, and he quivered in pleasure at the unexpected contrast.
    He reached for her, ready to roll her beneath him, but she stopped him with her other palm, pushing him onto his back again. ‘‘No, Jareshk,’’ she whispered, using his intimate name, the one she’d called him by when they were much younger, ‘‘let me pleasure you. I wish to pleasure my king.’’
    With a rumbling sigh of arousal, he let her know how that plan thrilled him. As she took him firmly within her palm, he arched his back, rising into the motion. He felt no inhibition with his mate; every aspect of self-consciousness faded from his mind whenever they made love. Again and again he bucked his hips upward to meet her, aware that she knelt over him, watching, studying the uninhibited reaction that her stroking elicited from him.
    His chest rose and fell with unrestrained, panting breaths. Kelsey, meanwhile, increased her friction, rubbing her thumb harshly over his swollen tip. Shaking all over, he swam into the world she created for him, lost himself, felt the tremors begin anew—the same ones he’d felt after the first sealing of their union. Shuddering, trembling, lost, lost, lost. Oh, so lost with his human mate.
    Fever. That one word sounded in his mind like a pulse flare. Fever. Blood fever.
    ‘‘Oh, gods!’’ he cried, aching for a release that he couldn’t seem to find. ‘‘Mlshka strk!’’ he yelled, and didn’t bother to interpret for his new wife. Can’t interpret, not now, not now. With the speed of a mountain lion, he suddenly spun her, had her beneath him. And with even faster speed, he sheathed himself inside her, hard and fast.
    This fever, this heat, he thought, tumbling headfirst, thoughtlessly into sensations he had never experienced in all his thirty years. He knew he wasn’t gentle, but he couldn’t possibly hold back as he drove into her over and over again, flexing his hips, taking her with the unspent need of a Refarian changeling. ‘‘Mlshka strk,’’ he murmured again, unable to stop his most primal mating urge. ‘‘Ah, ah, Kelsha , mlshka strk .’’
    ‘‘What does that mean?’’ she asked breathlessly, arching beneath his raging thrusts. ‘‘Tell me.’’
    Gasping, he buried his face in her hair. It was impossible to translate, impossible, even, to speak English. He could only moan his need, slipping both hands beneath her full bottom. Mlshka strk . . . mlshka strk . . . mlshka strk.
    Beneath him, she ground her hips upward, urging him onward. ‘‘Tell me . . . what . . . it means,’’ she begged, and for a moment he stilled inside of her, just gazing into her pale eyes. All facility with human language escaped him, and literally no words came to mind that she would understand.
    ‘‘Ah, K-kelsha,’’ he finally managed to stammer, pressing his eyes shut. ‘‘N-no translation. No English.’’ How could he possibly explain something as primal as what he felt in her arms at this moment? Impossible, utterly so!
    Kelsey wrapped her arms around her husband, aching for him every bit as much as he obviously longed for her. But she also felt a secret euphoria. Already, in such a short period of time, something about their lovemaking had begun to change. And in a very significant way. Perhaps the very act of their bonding had accomplished it; she wasn’t sure, but it hardly mattered if her hunch was correct because whatever he kept murmuring in his own language could only mean one thing.
    She wondered if he knew. If her husband possibly understood that what was happening here in their wedding chamber was far more than simple lovemaking. He groaned against her cheek, working both palms beneath her so he could pull her up