The Morning After – Part 1* 

If you like music while you read, try "Hero – Acoustic" by Beth. It's what I listened to while writing, and perfectly encapsulates Harth's heart for her mate.

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~ TARKYN ~

Tarkyn woke to the softest flutter of a touch running down the center of his spine.

For a moment, hovering in that space between asleep and awake, he thought a butterfly was brushing its wings on his skin, and he thanked the Creator for the beauty of it.

But then the touch pressed, still gentle, but those tender fingers trailed up his back, over his waist, to reach for him and Tarkyn was suddenly, happily awake.

Very firmly awake.

He sucked in a breath as Harth began to play, first running the tips of her fingers up and down his length, and then holding him, stroking.

He should roll over. He should take her in his arms and kiss her—

She closed her fingers around him and pumped once, slowly and a small, strangled noise broke in his throat.