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Lea moans and the tiny gasps parting her lips make her so damn stunning. Beauty in my opinion rarely reflects the inside, and I’ve only known my mate for a short period of time, and yet she’s the complete package. A fierce and tender soul containing the rage to burn down the world for those who deserve her wrath.

I drop to my elbow beside her head, bringing our faces close as I cover her body with mine. Moving my hips, I keep sliding in and out of her, enjoying the way she clenches around me once I’m rooted deep.

Personal. Intimate. Fuckin’ special. This moment right here is us without any ties to our ancestors, legends, mates, or shit that is a driving force behind our actions. I place my forehead against hers, feeling the heat of her breath on my lips while our gaze stays connected.

Fuck. If she wasn’t my mate I would have fallen for this woman, no matter what. I can’t believe that thought ran through my mind and yet it did because that’s what it feels like when I stare into her eyes. Her pussy clenches around me, making me groan with the need to come.

“You feel so damn good,” I grunt, unable to keep quiet as I slide out and right back inside her tight pussy.

She moans and tilts her head to touch my lips when she whispers, “You too...so...so good.”

With my next thrust I make sure to grind against her to stimulate her clit. She explodes around me, pussy strangling the life out of my cock and ripping the cum right out of my balls. I slam myself deep and keep coming as I close my eyes and shudder above her.

Motherfucker, that feels good. I drop on top of her and slide an arm around her waist as I turn us to the side. My cock stays rooted inside her and I release a deep sigh. She wraps her arms around me too. The only sound in the room is our breathing as we come down from the bliss we were both thrown into.

Holding her close feels right. Not having an old lady, a fated mate, doesn’t make you pause and think about shit because you don’t know what you’re missing. Now, though? I don’t want a moment in my life where she’s not there beside me.

The thought isn’t as shocking as the realization that Levan lost someone he cared about. Maybe even loved, even if he didn’t show it. I know she wasn’t his fated mate or he would have said something. Fucking hell, he’s going to have a hard time going through the loss of Zara once he’s recovered from his own injury.

My arm tightens around Lea’s waist. I know for a fact my flames can’t hurt her. The ones I breathe won’t cause her any injury either because she’s my fated mate. Just like her powers can’t affect me.

It doesn’t mean she can withstand any hellhound’s flames though. Which makes Drexel still a huge threat. I won’t stop searching for the fucker until I’ve ended his life. Him coming to club grounds and taking the life of someone connected to us is enough to end that fucker.

He might have messed with the man who ruled the underworld, but now he fucked with the Kings, and nobody fucks with the Kings.

“Thirsty,” Lea croaks.

I give her a lingering kiss, wanting my cock to stay inside her pussy. Though, her needs are more important and right now my woman is thirsty.

“Stay in bed and I’ll get you something from the kitchen. I’ll also grab the cookies Triton got for you, they’re still in church. Be right back, okay?”

“Okay,” she murmurs sleepily as I pull away from her.

I slip off the bed and reach for my jeans. By the time I’ve pulled them on she’s fast asleep and isn’t aware of anything as I leave the room to head for church. There’s something I need to deal with before she wakes up.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

– AZALEA –

Groaning, I blink a few times and stretch my arms above my head. The other side of the bed is empty and cold, giving me the knowledge Karev isn’t beside me. He either didn’t return to bed or left again.

Swinging my legs off the mattress, I look for my dress and find it on the floor. Reaching for it, the fabric automatically flows into my hand. The dress is a piece of history created from a few threads. It’s the only item my father gave me when I was a little girl. The dress holds magic and on some level protects me. The flames I create don’t affect it and the fabric cleans itself, and me from any blood or gore that hits us.

Which basically means it’s the only item I possess and don’t have a closet filled with clothes like other women have. I touch the clasps on my shoulder and get to my feet. A quick stop in the bathroom to handle my business, and then I’m slipping out of the room to search for Karev.

I throw a glance into the kitchen and see Triton sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in front of him.

“Karev will be back in a bit. He went out with Sevrin,” he rumbles and points at the coffee machine. “Would you like some?”

I give him a small smile. “Would love some.”

“Have a seat. Milk, sugar, or caramel syrup Cassia sometimes adds in her brew?” Tritan asks and gets to his feet.

Following his moves, I admit, “I’ve never had anything else but milk in my coffee, so I’m curious about the caramel.”

“Milk and caramel, gotcha.” He reaches for a mug and makes my coffee when he rumbles, “I’m truly sorry about the whole bathroom thing.”

He hands me the mug and I accept it with a smile. “No worries. I never thought you did it on purpose.”