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If Crux thought his hard c**k from the night before was bad, it had nothing on what he walked through danger with today. The weight of Courtney's breast was imprinted on his hand, and he'd remember the way she bit back those noises for the rest of his life.
It should have felt like a betrayal.
He had no idea why it felt so right.
But he needed to get away from her before he did something unforgiveable, like bend her over the nearest surface and dive into her tight heat until he didn't know where he ended and she began.
His c**k surged at the thought, and it was only the reminder that slavers could find them at any moment that kept him under the slightest modicum of control.
His human—Courtney, not his anything—was breathing heavily, and he was sure if he'd been brave enough to del
