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Laying her down, I take my time tasting her. Quickening my pace, I drive her into a frenzy all over again. I want her feral. I want her to let go of all control completely. I run my hand down from her throat, across her belly, and down to her wetness. I rub through it, driving her crazy by only getting close enough to her clit to make her squirm, trying to get me closer to it. But I don’t give it to her yet. I continue to run my fingers around and even insert them just a little to make her crave more.

“Felix, I swear!”

“What, love? You have been torturing me for the past hour. Do you need to use your safe word?” She grits her teeth and squeezes her eyes shut. “Say it,” I whisper in her ear, testing to see what she will do. And just like I knew she would, she bites her lip and strengthens her resolve. “Good girl,” I smile and reward her by finally focusing on her clit.

When her legs move out of her control, I stop and take my time kissing her again. She grunts in frustration, but kisses me back. I laugh deep and long as her nails rake down my back, probably her way of trying to punish me, but little does she know I love it.

“Ready?” I ask.

She nods quickly, and that is the only encouragement I need. I lift her leg and enter her with one quick thrust. I don’t hold back but allow the beast full reign of our strength. She feels so fucking good. And when she moves to play with her nipples, I nearly lose it altogether. So. Fucking. Beautiful. I bet she would look good while taken against the wall.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.” Luckily, she doesn’t argue.

I lift her and carry her away from the bed, pinning her against the wall. I was right; she does look good here, too. I bet she would make every single piece of furniture in this room look a thousand times better. And now, I am determined to see it all for myself.

She tilts her head back, giving me complete access to her throat. I bite down harder than I mean to, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She screams out in ecstasy, her pussy clenching around me and soaking me once again. Her claws dig into my back, and her legs tighten, pulling me closer and encouraging me to continue my pace.

A tingling starts at the base of my spine, so I stop drinking and try to force it away. I’m not ready to stop yet. I am not ready to…all thought is driven from my head as her fangs pierce deeply into my chest right above my heart.

“FUCK!” I roar out with the release that rips through my body. I pick her up as she continues to drink from me and slam her down on top of the table.

She lets go with boisterous laughter and spreads my blood from her mouth down to her breast. I throw her hands away and lick up every single drop of blood from her skin. Nothing has ever tasted so divine as her or off of her. She makes everything in this life better and brighter. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our long existence together, trying new things and getting to know one another.

“I love you,” I say, looking down at the gift I never deserved.

“I…” I place my fingers over her lips and slowly shake my head.

“Don’t say it unless you mean it. I am not saying it for a response; I am saying it to let you know how I feel. Nothing more, nothing less.” I trail my fingers along her cheek and watch as she physically relaxes.

“It’s not that I don’t—” A loud crack cuts her off. We both hold our breaths and wait to see what happens. The crack comes again, and our eyes meet right when the table gives out. We both crash to the floor in a tangle of limbs and hysterical laughter.

Afeather tickles my nose, causing me to giggle again. I have been taken and devoured on every surface in this room. I then took my turn in claiming his pleasure again and again in many different ways on just as many surfaces… maybe more. His taste still lingers on my tongue, his blood covers my skin, and yet I don’t want to move or wash. I want to continue to lie here in his arms and bask in the aftermath.

Which is gross…but yet…not. Because with him, everything feels different. More. Better. I can’t get enough. I am left craving even after I have already gotten my fill.

I never wanted anything like this before, but now that I have it, I will kill anyone who tries to take it from me.

My mate.

Mine!

I am still pissed that all of my hard work has been erased by the male I now claim. One day, I will forgive him fully. At least, I hope I will. Years of hate and revulsion cannot be easily discarded because he fucks well.

A tapping sound on the window breaks through my musing.

“The vines are back,” I whisper, running my fingers through his curls.

“This new behavior is weird.”

“You would know better than I,” I laugh, causing his head to bounce slightly on my chest.

“The only change I can think of is you. The vines lashed out when you were down there, didn’t they?”

“Yeah. They scratched my arm.”

He whispers something so low that I can’t catch the words. His warm breath causes my skin to break out in chill bumps.

“What?”

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