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He jerks me forward, kissing me. He forces his tongue into my mouth, kissing me as if I am the very air he needs to breathe, while I actually do need that air. He chuckles, pulling away, and I narrow my eyes at him.

“Asshole!”

“Your asshole,” he corrects while climbing off the bed. “Shower with me,” he says, holding his hand out. I slap it, and he laughs, wandering into the bathroom. Huffing, I unwrap Thane’s arms from around me.

“Where are you going?” Thane purrs as I crawl to the edge of the bed. I flinch as his hand smacks my backside. I jump and twist, my ass stinging, and he smirks at me.

“To shower. I reek of sex, and —” I shake my head. “And you should shower too. I am not biting you while you’re covered in blood. And I need to brush my teeth,” I tell him.

“She’s marking me, she says,” Thane laughs, looking at Leon.

“Pretty sure that’s what she just said.”

I pin Leon with my glare.

“I feel assaulted. Don’t I get a say in this?” Thane laughs.

“Nope,” I tell him, popping the ‘P’ at the end and climbing off the bed.

“Hm, maybe I won’t let you,” he jokes, and I tilt my head to look at him. I know he is kidding, but I don’t like the smug look on his face.

I shrug at his words, and he reaches over as I walk past him. His fingers wrap around my wrist, and he pulls me to him.

“Maybe I should make you beg?” he tells me, and I tap my chin, thinking.

“Hop to it then, on your knees,” I tell him. He raises an eyebrow at me.

“I meant you beg me,” he says.

“Ah, I thought you said that but figured you must have gotten your words jumbled because I won’t beg. But now that you’ve suggested it, I really think I need to see you on your knees.”

“Excuse me?” he says.

I am having way too much fun with this as the wheels start turning in my head.

“Yep, that should do it. I can put up with your tyrannical ways. I just need to see you beg first, and I will be content tying you to me.”

“Tying me to you? I think you got your wires crossed somewhere. You don’t own me,” Thane laughs, looking at Leon. Leon snickers at him, and Thane turns his gaze back to me as I step out of his reach.

“Now would be great; I really need to shower,” I tell him, pointing at the floor. Thane leans back on the bed, bracing his hands on either side of him.

“No! I am not bowing down and begging you to mark me,” he deadpans. I huff, then shrug, turning to move toward the bathroom.

“Wait, that’s it?” Thane asks.

“Yep, no skin off my nose. I have survived this long without marking them, haven’t I?” I tell him, stepping into the bathroom.

“Low? You need to mark us!”

I stop, turning in the doorway to face him.

“Do I, though?” I ask. Thane huffs, and I walk over to him as Raidon calls out from the bathroom.

“Wait, if Thane is begging, I want to witness this! Leon get your phone,” he says.

“I am not begging!”

“I think you are,” I tell him, and he scoffs. Leon clamps a hand on his shoulder.