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Jurian is now something new. Not a shepherd, as a lamb might need. Not a saint, as his own have vaulted him. Not a martyr, as the faeries have spread. Nothing so noble.
But for a wolfkin so violently defanged, he might well offer sanctuary. Keep her milk-drunk and harmless. Allow her to gum him so that the claws left to her do not sink themselves elsewhere.
"She sounded as though—"
"Let me hear you."
Iphigenia gasps. Her lithe, slender fingers curl up into the hair against his nape as she bears down against him, and one or all spark hot through his loins.
Harmless swat: "You've heard me plenty enough already."
There you are, he thinks.
"Surely you heard me then, too." Jurian cradles her the back of her nape in one palm, the other left pacing her hips. On the next rock, he thrusts up to meet her. "Spilling over my fist like a hapless youth."
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