“Okay. I get stronger, and then we figure it out.” Puck’s lips pressed to my temple. “Will you let us take care of you? Find that strength again?” A hint of confusion swirled inside me until Puck’s hand slipped beneath the bubbles, his fingers tracing my nipple under the water. My lips parted as the bud tightened. “Our connection will feed you,” Puck rasped. My back arched as I leaned into his touch. The lore said that every aspect of physical closeness helped mates grow stronger. Physically. Emotionally. Supernaturally. Every part of our being was better with that intimacy. Puck’s finger
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