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I slide my hand farther up, then inside her bra.

When I pluck at a nipple, she moans again.

Nix grinds her ass back against me, but she’s so short compared to me that my cock is pressed into her lower back.

Her next moan is filled with frustration.

Without removing my fangs from her throat, I shush her.

I give her nipple another tug, then I slide my hand down. And down.

I want to drag this out.

I want to stuff her full of my cock.

But I want to go home to do that.

So right now, I am concentrating on speed.

I undo the button on her jeans. Then the zipper.

She wiggles and squirms.

I push my hand into her pants. Into her panties.

And I find her soaking wet.

The purr that rolls out of me is impossible to contain.

My mate is soaking wet. For me.

I move so my feet are on the outside of hers, then I bend my knees and line up our bodies.

If I cannot fuck her, I will grind against her.

Nix moans when I drag a slick finger over her clit.

I do it again.

And again.

Taking one last swallow, I pull my fangs free from her flesh and push my middle and ring fingers into her entrance.

Her muscles squeeze. And something that sounds like a whine comes out of her chest.

“We must be quick.” I lick up the two drops of blood that form as my bite mark seals itself. “You need to come, Mate.”

I push my fingers deeper. I rub my palm against her clit. And then I close my eyes and focus.

My hand heats against her mound.

I apply a small amount of gravito, suctioning her flesh to my palm.

Then I purr.

I purr, and I push the vibrations down my arm. Through my hand.

Her fangs slip from my hand as Nix throws her head back against my shoulder.