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what’s happening might not be dangerous? Remember who she is. She’s tapped three parts of her magic. Who’s to say her power’s not craving a new type of fellow?”
    Snapping on Bambi for speaking her mind would not only get him in the bad books with Chris, but it wouldn’t change that she’d said aloud what Auric dreaded.
    Are we about to be joined by a fourth?

Chapter Three
    T he warm water in the deep tub didn’t soothe me. Neither did the entire box of bath salts tossed into it. Nor the seashells crunching under my butt.
    I craved something colder, wilder, and truly salty.
    Argh. And not a pirate type ‘Argh’, but a frustrated one.
    I submerged myself underwater, not for the first time, and blew out air bubbles of irritation. What was with this sudden obsession of mine with the ocean?
    I hated the beach. Having spent most of my formative years in the pit—where heat and grit proved a constant bane—when it came to getting away, I was more into mountain retreats, winter wonderlands, places where I didn’t sweat, despite the twenty-four-hour assurance on the label of my antiperspirant.
    Yet, here I craved, with a need that pissed me off, the ocean. Which meant something was afoot.
    Hello, chaos, my constant friend.
    I rose from the layer of bubbles, a wet goddess sleek and…screaming like a little girl because Auric, hovering over the tub, stared at me and said, “And here I was hoping I’d have to do mouth to mouth.”
    Recovering quickly, I smiled and made sure to rise a little higher so that a certain part of my anatomy bobbed on the surface of the water. “Anytime you want to blow me, I’m more than happy to spread myself wide.”
    Could I add that it sounded a lot sexier and not as creepy in my head?
    He laughed and flicked bubbles. “Isn’t requests for blowing my line?”
    “You want me to blow you? Just say when.” Which might have sounded sexier if a glob of bubbles on my head hadn’t suddenly slid down my forehead and hit me in the eye, whereupon I yelped. “My eye, my eye. I’ve got soap in my eye.” Able to face down a horde of demons but blubbering like a wimp over a little sting.
    As my hero, Auric dutifully wiped my face clean and, even better, didn’t laugh. A good thing. He might have died. Lucky for him, I wouldn’t hurt him for the smirk on his lips. Even I could admit it was kind of funny. But if he dared tell anyone about it, I’d strike in retaliation, maybe when I was blowing him.
    Then I’d kiss it better.
    Being a gentleman—with lusty tendencies—Auric helped me out of the tub and wrapped me in a fluffy towel. I laughed as he briskly rubbed me, his rough scrub to dry the moisture bringing my skin to life.
    He wrapped the towel securely around me before sweeping me off my feet and carrying me into our bedroom. I should note it was a pretty big freaking bedroom, with a custom mattress size perfect for the occasional orgy.
    What could I say? I was the type of lover who thought of their comfort so they could better please me. And please me they did, alone, together, in bed, out of it.
    A sinful shudder went through me. It didn’t take much to get my motor running.
    I tucked my head against Auric, breathing in the scent of him. One hundred percent male. My male. Mine.
    Coveting, a sin I’d learned at a young age. “I love you,” I murmured.
    “Love you more,” he retorted.
    I stiffened. “This is not a competition.” A grand declaration that I followed with, “But if it were, I’d win.” Because my dad taught me how to cheat.
    Fair play was for those who trusted in chance. I preferred sure outcomes. In that, I was a chip off the old devil.
    Auric tossed me on the bed, and oops, I lost my towel on the way. Never one to miss an opportunity, I splayed across the cover, naked, skin dewy and lips parted in invitation.
    My consort’s mouth tilted into a partial smile. “We really should talk.”
    “About what? My need to feel you inside me? My craving for your