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clenched, but she nodded. He rimmed her for a moment to lubricate the outside, took a steadying breath and then breached her. The tightness was exquisite. He could barely move. She cried out, pedaling her feet feebly. “Just relax, let it happen,” he said.
    Already he could feel himself swelling and wondered if he’d be able to hold on. He eased it in deeper, held still, and then deeper.
    “Reach down and play with yourself,” he said. “It will condition you to want this.”
    Moaning, she slid both hands beneath her, and while she was distracted, Jaden took advantage of the opportunity to pump in and out, slowly, sweat pouring down his chest from the effort to maintain control. In all his years, he had never been so turned on. Having her this way was everything he had imagined it would be, and more. She fit him like a fist.
    “I’m going to go deep,” he said.
    He could tell that Delaney hadn’t even heard him, that her whole focus was on riding the knife edge between pleasure and pain. Her hands were busy underneath her. He moved shallowly again, waiting for the right moment. The sight of his oiled cock sliding in and out of her tight hole brought out every animal instinct he had, yet still he waited.
    When she cried out and her whole body convulsed, he penetrated her as deeply as he could. Delaney’s orgasm rocked her. He established the mind-link so he too could take the journey with her, but the feeling was so intense, he lost control. His own orgasm jolted through him, pulse after pulse, flooding her, gushing inside her, streaming hot juice. By staying deep, he let the final contractions of her climax squeeze the head until it was completely empty.
    Spent, he pulled out. He and Delaney rolled onto their backs and stared at the ceiling, panting. For Jaden, it seemed as though reality was slow to return, as though nothing could ever compare to what had just happened.
    He drew her close, head to chest, the way she liked it. He could feel her heart beat slowing down, her breathing return to normal. For him, these moments were the greatest peace he had ever known. For two years, the thought of waking up with Delaney every morning, no shame, no secrets, had filled him with longing. Now he was here with her, their limbs entwined, her lips temptingly close. In all his long life, he had never been so happy.
    Delaney raised her head and kissed him with those lips. “I need to go to my village to make sure everyone’s okay.”
    “Of course. But I’m going with you.”
    He saw her hesitate for a moment and prepared to do battle. No way he was letting her out of his sight, not with Val out roaming around. But then he realized that she was wrestling with a decision. He waited, not daring to hope.
    She said, “I’ll do the ritual.”

Chapter Seven
    The night air had suddenly turned flinty, which made Delaney wonder where Val might have gone to stay warm. Was it possible she’d given up the cause as lost and returned to Cusco? It seemed doubtful. Val had never been one to admit defeat, and if she had been willing to commit murder, there was no telling what else she was capable of. Not knowing where Val was didn’t make for peaceful thoughts.
    Jaden, hiking beside her, had resorted to monosyllables. He wore jeans and flannels plus a heavy backpack, but she saw the strain on his face, even though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what had caused it. Was it the mind-blowing sex? Her whole body felt as though she’d just finished training for the Olympics. Or maybe he was consumed by the same worry that she was.
    She stole a glance at him, wondering where he had learned to do the things he’d done to her. He was over two hundred years old. Plenty of time to practice. Why had she responded so hotly to them? If anyone had asked her, Hey, Delaney, do you like anal domination ? she would have laughed in their face. But she did. A lot.
    They picked their way up a slope that made demands on her knees and ankles. They crested