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Luna’s fangs stayed buried in his throat while his cock stayed buried in the wet heat of her clenching pussy.

He’d died and been reborn.

There was no other way to describe it. Everything was brand new. Everything was more. So much more. Her teeth slid free of his flesh as the storm began to clear. Her tongue swiped over the puncture wounds and sent another wave of pleasure through him.

Gazing down at her, he found it hard to speak.

Her fingers lifted, and she brushed them over his cheek, the tips coming away wet. He was crying.

“My beautiful mate,” he said, voice like gravel. “I love you more than any words could express.”

A bloody tear streaked down her cheek. “You taught me what it is to love, to be loved,” she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. “And now I have an eternity with you to show you—”

She gasped suddenly, a small cry escaping as she jolted beneath him.

“Luna?”

Another tear slid down her cheek as she drew in a deep, desperate breath, then another.

“Luna?” he barked out. “What’s going on?”

She grabbed his hand and pressed it to the center of her chest.

Gunner stilled at what he felt.

“My heart…it’s beating,” she whispered, as more bloody tears slid down her cheeks. “It’s beating for you.”

He rolled to his side, taking her with him, and Luna held both of their hands to her chest, shaking softly against him. His demon roared in his head, the joy too much for the both of them.

She was his, she was finally his.

He cupped her face, and placing his forehead to hers, he made a vow. “No one will ever hurt you again.”

The possessive growl in his voice was unstoppable as his protective instincts shot to new heights. His brothers had warned him, but he never understood, not until now.

Whatever it took, he would keep his mate safe.

CHAPTER 32

It was quiet.

Gunner stood on the edge of a building, looking down at the street below. The apartment Luna had been held in for nearly a week was still empty. Not that he expected Azel to suddenly reappear.

But still, it was too damn quiet.

The streets were practically empty as if even the humans could sense danger and were staying away.

There was nothing here, though, nothing he could see, anyway. He couldn’t sense any demons either. Had Ronan aligned himself with Azel again? Could he be concealing the fallen angel? It was hard to believe he would after what Luna told him. And there’d been all that blood in the apartment. They’d fought. Ronan had held Azel off so Luna could escape.

The angel wouldn’t forgive the other male for that easily.

Maybe the dark vibe he felt was just a shadow left by the evil flowing through that fucker’s veins.

A gust of wind washed over Gunner’s bare chest, bringing with it the scent of demon blood, sweat, and rage.

Rocco.

He turned to his brother and pain sliced through him like a molten blade.