Ivy turned her head, blowing hair from her face as she tried to push herself up. “Ketahn, what are you doing?” A large, rough hand smoothed up her thigh to grip her bare ass, holding her in place. “I have need of you, female.” Those words sent a blast of heat straight to her core and stole the air from her lungs. Her sex clenched. All those earlier sensations, those cravings she’d had while in his arms, came rushing back tenfold. “Wow. I…can’t say I’m not jealous of that,” Lacey said. “No kidding,” Callie replied. “He’s like…Tarzan but with extra legs and stuff.”
