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I breathe.

Apples.

Chocolate.

My thoughts pause.

Her blood tasted like chocolate. She wasn’t injured when I scented her outside.

Is she bleeding between her legs?

Another thread snaps on my shorts.

I drag my tongue over my fang as I pull in another lungful of cocoa-tinted air.

Then I have to grip my cock even tighter. Because I remember.

Just like the purr, I’ve heard of this before too.

As mates, our blood will be special to each other. It gives our mate enormous power when consumed, and it tastes uniquely delicious. Like chocolate.

But our sangue isn’t the only thing that tastes extra good to our mate.

I take another inhale. And I can’t stop my own moan.

I’m not smelling her blood.

I’m smelling her arousal.

Chapter 32

Rune

My pajamas are scratchy against my skin, and I don’t feel sated at all.

The moment in the shower provided a second of relief. But the heat in my center is hotter than ever.

Biting down on the urge to scream, I climb into bed.

Chapter 33

Vameer

Itrace the movement of the constellations with my eyes, tracking the time as it passes.

My mate finally settled and has been quiet for the past two hours.

And every minute has been a battle of wills.

I want to go to her.

It’s been a while since I’ve picked a lock with my gravito, but I’m sure I could get inside silently.

I could strip silently.

Get in her bed silently.

Pull her into my arms…