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She puckered her cute lips and looked at the ceiling. Vega really made it seem she was thinking hard, but the playfulness in her eyes gave her away.

“I dunno.” She drew the answer out, sighing. “I promised Arlet I’d make you grovel, and you haven’t begged yet, so…” Vega shrugged sadly. “I’m gonna have to sleep on it.”

Then the brat stepped back, out of his hold and headed for the door. Vega took slow, calculated steps, giving Bridger enough time to figure out his next move.

He stayed planted, watching Vega stalk for the door. Her hand landed on the knob, and she looked back before twisting it. Apprehension settled in her gaze, but she pushed the door open anyway.

She’d leave out of principle. He knew it, but he didn’t plan on letting her leave his room tonight. Bridger was playing her game for the fun of it.

“Have a good night, Bridger.”

He let her take one step before he struck.

Bridger grabbed Vega by the wrist. “Oh, I plan to.”

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Twisting around, Bridger pulled Vega into a kiss, lighting every fiber of her being on fire.

She had no idea if the door closed, had no idea if it locked… all she knew was Bridger was kissing her like she was the oxygen he needed.

You’re the air that I breathe—my life. The words Bridger spoke to her the night of the summoning, the night their lives changed forever had more meaning now than they ever had.

Death slipped into the pit, giving Vega the privacy it knew she wanted.

She reached her hands down to the hem of Bridger’s black T-shirt and tugged it up his body until he got the hint. She needed him shirtless… Now.

He didn’t protest, and Vega knew, fucking knew, if he was letting her have control now, he’d be taking it from her later.

In the bedroom was about the only place Vega was willing to give up without a fight. She didn’t care. Whatever needed to happen for her to get her hands on his skin. The zap of their touch had warmth spreading between Vega’s thighs. It was her favorite buzz, a drug she could never get enough of—a high not even her own electricity could touch.

Death might be the only thing that had ever come close to making Vega feel as alive as Bridger did.

That should scare her, make her skin crawl with disgust, but it didn’t. Death had settled in, finding its home inside her quicker than Vega could have anticipated.

Their lips were apart for no longer than a few seconds. As soon as Bridger pulled his shirt over his arms and tossed it to the corner, his tongue slid across her bottom lip and her body reacted without her brain needing to.

Bridger slipped his tongue through her parted lips, kissing her slowly, taking his time moving her to his bed.

He kissed her like they had all the time in the world… like there weren’t only ten gods standing between her and whatever happened when her job here was done.

The backs of Vega’s legs touched the plush bed Bridger had fawned over while in the caves.

If Vega had limited time, the least she could do now was enjoy what bit of sanity she had left. She sighed against his lips, sitting down and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Much to Vega’s dismay, Bridger grabbed her by the ankles and pried free of her hold. She whimpered as his lips slid down her jaw, to her neck, and then settled on her collarbone. “Slow. Let me go slow. Let me show you how badly I want you. How sorry I am.”

Every kiss formed another set of chills ravaging Vega’s body. Her head rolled back, giving Bridger all the space he needed to pepper her neck and chest with his soft kisses.

He dropped to his knees by the bed and pressed his palms together, resting his elbows between her legs while closing the dark eyes Vega couldn’t believe she’d been able to forget.

His nose rested on the tips of his fingers, the light curls of his freshly washed hair sweeping over his forehead. “Goddess of Death, my bonded soul.”

“What are you doing?” Vega asked, looking down her nose at him with a brow raised in confusion.

Bridger opened one eye, peering up at her. “Shhh, I’m praying. Don’t interrupt.” He closed his eye and continued on. “I come to you tonight, begging for your forgiveness.”

Holy shit… he’s praying… to me.