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She arches her back and cries out. I direct her lips back to mine, and she digs her nails into my skin. I still, deeply seated inside her. But the feel of her clenching around me, squeezing my cock, is too much. It’s like she’s touching all of me, everywhere at once.

She sucks my tongue into her mouth, and I growl again. She draws my possessive instinct out of me, until only one thought remains.

Mine.

Chapter 36

Astra

The pain is wicked and delicious. My body is on fire, and I squeeze my thighs around Kian’s hips. He’s the only one who can ground me, and his dick inside me is unlike anything I’ve felt before.

It’s the most welcome invasion.

He kisses me harder, and his fingers trail across my clit. I gasp into his mouth when he presses on the bundle of nerves. Somehow, he knows exactly how to work me up, until the buzzing in my abdomen is too much to ignore.

My spine hits the wall with every thrust, and I tighten my hold on him. I hope I’m leaving marks in his back, but my nails are pitiful claws compared to a she-wolf’s.

My head falls back, and he immediately bites my throat. It’s not like the vampires, because it’s his flat teeth and I only feel the bubble of pure pleasure from it. He doesn’t break the skin and suck my magic out.

“Fuck,” I groan.

His lips and teeth trail down to my collarbone. He touches the mark left by the shadow version of his wolf, and pain blazes through me.

I cry out and look down. His teeth are in my skin—his human teeth—but now he’s drawing blood all the same. I grip his hair and yank his head back up. My blood is on his lips.

“Come for me,” he growls, rubbing harder on my clit.

The pain, the sharp desire—it’s not so much his order as it is the buildup of sensation that shoves me over the edge. My pussy spasms around his cock, and my body tenses. Euphoria like I’ve never felt hits me like a tidal wave.

I’ve barely started to regain my senses when he pulls out of me, drops my legs, and turns me around. I brace my forearms on the wall automatically, and he grips my hips. He yanks me out farther, until my back is more horizontal, and thrusts back into me.

This new position creates a fuller sensation, and my head hangs down. I squeeze my eyes closed. His movements take on a newfound urgency, pounding into me with an animalistic frenzy. Each thrust threatens to spark into a wildfire.

He slams into me and stills. His cock throbs, and he lets out a hiss, coming inside me. I close my eyes and enjoy the pulsing pleasure. I could stay like this forever. Or spin around and kiss him again. Wait for him to be ready for another round. He seems just as content to stay still, his hips rocking the slightest bit. Chasing the last drops of a high.

A blast of cool air wipes away the haze.

And with that comes startling clarity.

I just had sex with Kian.

No, no, no.

I dig my nails into the wall. Panic constricts my throat. We said we wouldn’t. I said I wouldn’t. Sex is one step closer to this godforsaken mate bond being solidified—and he’s already outright refused that.

Horror is a bucket of ice water dumped over my head.

And I think he feels the same way, because he slips free of me and staggers backward. I yank my pants back into place and straighten. There’s wetness between my legs that I ignore. I can’t even fucking meet Kian’s gaze.

He just took my virginity in an underground, supernatural nightclub. Against the wall where anyone could’ve seen us.

Clapping draws my attention to the mouth of the hall. Beau appears a second later, grinning at me. “That was quite a show, Ms. Somnium.”

I scowl.

“What did you do to us?” Kian chokes out.

I finally work up the nerve to glance at him. He’s got his hand on his chest, his eyes wild.