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He gets up, storming into the bathroom, and I hear the shower running. I turn back to my book and eventually feel him start to calm down; though Addie, I can feel, is also overwhelmed, making me wonder if she is picking up on him.

Even before Eli accepted our mate bond, his Lycan side always seemed to make him seek me out. I know the same thing is happening now, only Eli can’t stalk her as he did me; she isn’t within reach right now. I used to know he was following me and would ignore him, which only seemed to aggravate him more until he came crashing through my door and demanded to mark me, so it would stop and he could focus. I gladly obliged. Little did he know it just made the urges worse for him, and here we are today, three hundred years later, and I am watching the past almost repeat itself with her.

I hear the water shut off, flicking the page in my book when suddenly the light is blocked by his shadow as he stands over me.

I look up at him, his eyes black as he stares back at me, his mood shifting dramatically, and he drops his towel beside me. I raise an eyebrow at him and his erection right next to my face.

“Is there something you want?” I ask him, looking back down at the page I am reading. My book is suddenly flung across the room.

“You know what I want,” he growls, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“And you think I will give it to you after your attitude?” I question.

He growls, annoyed, before walking off to his side of the bed.

“Pass my book back, please,” I ask him.

He stops at the foot of the bed, picking it up and mumbling incoherently. I always find it funny when he doesn’t get what he wants. His moods can go from murderous to whiny in seconds. I wonder what Addie would think if she knew this side of him. I enjoy playing with him when he is in this mood; he doesn’t know what he wants, just giving in to whatever urge crosses him.

He picks up my book and tosses it at my feet.

“Does that look like my hand?” I ask him, holding out my hand expectantly.

He looks at the ceiling, a low growl escaping him, and he rolls his eyes before snatching it off the bed and passing it to me. I grab the book from him, putting it on the nightstand.

“You aren’t even going to read it. Why did I have to pick it up then?”

“You shouldn’t have thrown it. Books don’t belong on the floor to be stepped on,” I tell him.

He climbs on the bed and rolls away from me.

“Do you plan on sleeping with the light on?” I ask him.

“No,” he says but doesn’t move to turn the light off.

“Do you want me to turn the light off?”

“No, I want your lips wrapped around my cock. That is what I want,” he snaps.

I find his temper amusing.

“So, you want to sleep with the light on?” I know I am just fueling the fire inside him; I know he is at the end of his tether, a tether that is about to snap.

I get up to turn the light off but hear movement behind me. I know he is directly behind me as I flick the light off. Eli is no longer fully in control. I have encountered this side of him multiple times over the years and find it more amusing; he doesn’t scare me. Addie, however, might just be terrified if he is like this with her. I feel his breath on my neck; he is standing that close.

“Do you plan on just sniffing me, Eli?” I ask, turning around to see his onyx eyes peering back at me in the darkness like black mirrors.

I step around him, and he growls as he watches me walk back toward the bed. Before I reach it, though, he tries to grab me, but I am expecting him to and instead sidestep and grab his arm before tossing him forward. He lands on the bed with a huff of annoyance.

“Pouting won’t get you what you want,” I tell him, rolling my eyes at his alter ego.

He watches me as I step closer, kneeling on the bed, my knee between his legs.

He is close to begging or just taking what he wants. I have a funny feeling about what it will be, too. Taking it is, and I feel him grab the front of my shirt, his claws shredding the front of it as he rips me to him before shoving me down on my back. His lips find mine as he kisses me. His chest is purring as he takes what he wants, his lips moving over my skin harshly. I would be bruised and battered if I were human as he bites my flesh, breaking the skin.

I feel his canines graze my mark, and he bites down on it, remarking me, which tends to be more of a possessive trait I have observed in Lycans over the years. It would instill in their mates that they are their property and not to leave them; female Lycans are the same, especially in heat.

Marking is symbolic across all supernatural creatures, but Lycans tend to remark their mates, similar to how a dog marks their territory, only by marking their mate’s flesh with their teeth.