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in anticipation. And then he began to lick his way up the scales on her legs.
    Her scales rumbled in wave after wave of pleasure, leaving her panting, needy, aching. “Rion. Hurry. Please, hurry.”
    He licked her ankles, her calves, the insides of her thighs. And just when she thought he was about to place his mouth where
     she desired him most, a key grated in the front door’s lock.
    The door opened, but the chain held.
    “Oh, my God,” she whispered. “Lucan and Cael.” She started to reach for her jeans.
    Rion held her in place. “They can’t see us from the door.”
    Between his hands spanning her butt and his knees preventing her from closing her legs, he’d made it impossible for her to
     move, never mind dress.
    Her voice choked on exasperation and disappointment. “Give me my clothes.”
    A smile played at the corner of his lips. “No.”
    “No?” Panic shot through her. Followed by a tiny thrill of excitement. She was standing there naked in her brother’s living
     room.
    “Marisa,” her brother called out, “the chain’s still on the door.”
    Rion caressed Marisa’s soft folds. At the same time, he spoke calmly to Lucan. “Come back in ten minutes.”
    “Rion, is that you?” her brother asked. “Where’s my sister?”
    “Occupied.” Rion’s big hands tightened on her bottom, and he replaced his finger with his tongue.
    Oh… my. She couldn’t think beyond wanting more. Rion’s tongue flicked wickedly. She began to shake. Couldn’t hold back a moan.
     “Ah… Oh…”
    “Marisa.” Lucan’s tone sharpened. “Is everything okay? What’s going on?”
    “Nothing,” Marisa whimpered. Rion’s tongue flicked faster, making it almost impossible to speak. But somehow, she forced words
     out. “Go awayyyy,” she told her twin, barely keeping a moan from her voice.
    Cael laughed. “We’ll give you ten minutes.”
    “We will not,” her brother protested. “And don’t think this silly chain will prevent me from—”
    “We’re leaving now,” Cael called out. “I’ll keep him busy.”
    The door shut.
    Rion kept stoking the heat between her thighs. He felt so good. Her legs trembled. Her scales vibrated, and pressure built
     and built.
    “Please,” she whimpered.
    He increased the tempo. Upped the friction.
    She exploded right into his mouth and had to clamp shut her lips to deaden the scream. Pleasure strong and sharp consumed
     her, shook her, racked her with spasm after spasm. And she rode the wave to the end, taking in every last rift and eddy.
    When she opened her eyes, Rion grinned and with a sparkle in his eyes he shoved her clothes into her hands. “You’ve got two
     minutes.”
    “But”—she glanced at the bulge in his pants—“what about you—”
    “I can wait.”
    His words implied there would be a next time, and warm, happy heat flowed over her. “You sure?”
    “The first time I’m inside you isn’t going to be a rush job.” His gray eyes glinted pure silver. “I plan to take my time.”
    That sounded like a very good plan. A plan she could look forward to. Who would have thought that after years of being alone,
     she could feel so alive again?
    She might have felt like skipping and singing, but she dressed quickly, then opened the door, bracing for her brother’s wrath.
     But to her relief, Lucan and Cael still hadn’t returned.
    Good. She and Rion would have another few moments of privacy.
    “You were wonderful.” Standing on her tiptoes, she threw her arms around Rion’s neck, fully intending to kiss him.
    But before her mouth touched his, he staggered sideways. Had he stumbled? No. Rejected her? No.
    He clutched his arm almost as if it were broken, his face racked in terrible pain. His lips twisted into a grimace, and she
     suspected that if he hadn’t clutched the wall, he would have fallen.
    “Rion?” Totally baffled, she placed a hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Are you all right?”
    “I’m fine.” His voice raspy, his