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My begging doesn’t soften him. He stops thrusting. “Who do you belong to?”
Instantly, my body tightens and twists in protest. “Marrok!”
“Say it.” His determination to own me fills the empty spaces in my heart. “Scream it!”
“You!” Pleasure rips the word from me.
He swells inside me again as he fucks me with a molasses-slow stroke. “Only me. Hear me well.”
I claw his back. My desire is strong, and he makes me so weak. “Yes.”
“Will there be another?” he demands.
I try to resist, but it’s futile. “Never!”
As I cry out that vow, I toss my head against the wall. With my neck exposed, Marrok plants his lips just below my ear. “Never, love. Come for me again. Give everything to me.”
At his command, my bliss gathers. Tingles swirl. Delicious pressure coils. I come again in a cataclysm of fiery sensation. Ecstasy pours over me, filling my veins and slowly cooling my hot ache before leaving me boneless with satisfaction.
Marrok bites into my shoulder as his body tenses. He jerks, smothering his cry of ecstasy as his passion gives way and he jets deep inside me.
Together, we melt into the wall. I sigh. He murmurs soft words I’m too staggered to hear. All feels right between us again. It probably shouldn’t. I’m not sure I’ll ever be more than the means to an end for him.
I’m still contemplating the conundrum when, halfway down the stairs, clapping shatters our damp, panting hush.
Chapter Forty-Six
Marrok
With a snap of my head, I jerk around as Olivia gasps in my ear. I stare over my shoulder. Bram. Covering my mate’s nudity with my body, I snarl at the wizard. “What the hell do you want?”
“You dragged Olivia from the ballroom. I wanted to be sure you hadn’t strangled her. But clearly you had something else in mind.”
A dazzling smile, a flash of white teeth. Mayhap that rubbish works on the ladies, but it infuriates the piss out of me.
“Naught that Olivia and I share is for your eyes.” Every instinct I possess screams at me to charge Bram and beat him to a bloody pulp for witnessing even a moment of her pleasure.
Bram backs down a stair with raised palms in a gesture of surrender until we’re out of his sightline. “I heard more than I saw. Sorry if I disturbed you. I thought you might like to know that Gray left.”
“Left?” Olivia stiffens. “But the Anarki are after him. He has nowhere to hide.”
Of course the cur would play on her tender heart. “He has hidden for over two hundred years. He will manage.”
“But—”
“There is naught we can do for him now without putting you in danger,” I point out. “You come first. Always.”
Bram clears his throat. “Sorry to take Marrok’s side, Olivia, but he’s right.”
“So you two are just going to leave him to die?”
“You are concerned, and I understand.” I stroke her shoulder to soothe her upset. “But he is an experienced wizard in a situation of his own making. I would not have him risk you. If he is any sort of father, he would not want that, either.”
“I know, but—”
“Would you have him risk everyone here?”
Bram chimes in. “And risk the Doomsday Brethren, magickind’s only hope of defeating Mathias?”
