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"No idea what you just said," I bit out, my jaw clenched. My nostrils flared. Fuck. I wouldn't survive this. "Fuck, honey, you need to lighten your grip."
"You like it gentle?" she asked, peering into my face. I wasn't sure what she saw, but it made possessiveness flare through her soul, enflaming my own.
"No," I bit out. "I need to be inside you. Now."
I set her on the floor and ignored the flip-flop of my heart when she pouted. I shoved off my sweatpants, snatched the shirt up over her head and grabbed her again. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her legs around my waist. My cock was so close to her pussy, her heat making my eyes roll back. She watched it happen and I could do nothing to hide it. But maybe it was okay to show weakness to my mate.
I tried not to think about the searing heat of her gliding over my cock as I walked us out of the room, kicking it shut behind us. I waited a single millisecond for the shields to kick in and hide it from discovery before I strode down the hallway, throwing open the door of the nearest room. We rarely used this sitting room, preferring the other upstairs, but the only thing that mattered was the sofa five steps in front of me.
I laid my mate out on the flocked red fabric and groaned at the sight of her, flushed with need, completely naked, scarred and tattooed and absolutely fucking gorgeous. There was a freckle on her hip that I was instantly enamoured with; I crawled on top of her, intent on kissing it, but she sucked in a sharp, pained breath and I sat back.
"What?" I demanded, scanning her face, her body. She wasn't bleeding, wasn't hurt that I could see. But this gasp was entirely different to the needy ones from before.
My gut clenched when she sat up. She was rejecting me. Of course she was; she was a goddamn angel, and I was a monster.
"Wyn," she breathed, and—
And reached out to trace the magic branded into my thighs. Ah. Fuck.
"What is this? Who did this?"
I swallowed, ice dumped metaphorically over me. "I'll give you one guess."
Rage exploded through my soul, bleeding out of her so rapidly I expected her to start—glowing. Yup, both curse marks on her arm and stomach blazed to life, matching the fury in her expression.
"Calm down," I murmured, stroking the outside of her thighs and sitting back on my heels between them. "It's fine; I grew used to the brands years ago. I only notice them when I'm close to him."
"Brands," she whispered, her chest rising and falling fast. I blinked, and I could have sworn her whole body glowed with marks, each one so similar to her curses. But then I blinked again, and it was gone. "He branded you?" she snarled, her teeth bared. "He branded my mate?"
"Long before we met," I said, trying to appease her fury. "He did this the day he made me; it was so long ago it doesn't—"
She trembled under me, a constant growl in the back of her throat. "Don't you dare say it doesn't matter."
I shrugged. "It doesn't. This happened a century ago, and most days they don't even hurt—"
"They hurt?" she breathed, her expression frozen.
So obviously that was the wrong thing to say. I didn't know how to calm her, had never seen anyone murderous on my behalf before.
"Do they hurt right now?"
"Only because I'm thinking about them," I answered honestly, ignoring the bite of heat and pain wrapped around my thighs, reminding me of how it felt to kneel on the cold marble floor in front of my creator, my master. Remembering the fire and screaming and the stench of charred flesh as he burned them into my newborn skin.
"You need to stop thinking," Haley said in a calm voice that told me she was anything but. It was a calm that killed people, and I swallowed, flicking my tongue over my dry bottom lip.
"I—" I cut off when Haley pushed me off her.
Shit. Okay. I could accept this, I could swallow the rejection. It was fine. It fucking hurt, far worse than the brands, but it was fine.
Fully intending to go and get dressed and leave her alone for the rest of my life, I didn’t resist her pushing me. My self-esteem had gone from a hundred to zero.
But Haley kept pushing me until I fell against the opposite arm of the sofa, my legs trapped awkwardly under me. By the time I'd pulled them out from under me, she had climbed on top of me and sank halfway down my cock.
Heat. Liquid. Heaven.
I threw my head back and groaned, deep from my chest. My hips bucked without my command, driving me all the way inside her, and my eyes rolled. Oh, fuck. Oh, gods. I panted, breathing fast.
I was shaking when she pulled my head up and kissed me, both fierce and careful at the same time, her hips making slow, small movements that should have made it easier to control my cock's throbbing but somehow didn't.
