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"Ryker, fuck, right there. Right there. Please don't stop," Teagan stammers, his voice breaking.

"Not. Stopping," I growl, bringing my tail up to wrap around his throat over his rapidly thumping pulse. I can feel his heart hammering against my skin, wild and fast. His hole tightens around me, and I fucking curse.

"Tell me who you belong to," I say, not knowing where the filthy words are coming from.

"You," he pants, his eyes filling with a tenderness that undoes me. "Only you, Ryker. Always you."

The words push me to my breaking point. I pick up the rhythm, my thrusts uneven and urgent. Teagan squirms against me, his chest heaving. Suddenly, his cock spurts between us.

"Ryker! Fuck, fuck, fuck," Teagan cries out, his entire body going taut in my arms as he spills between our chests, his internal muscles pulsing around me.

The feeling of him shattering in my arms triggers my own release. With a primal, monstrous roar, I come. I paint him from the inside.

Coating him.

Scenting him.

Claiming him.

For several minutes, everything around us ceases to exist. The only reality is the ragged pants of our breaths, and the sweet kisses Teagan peppers me with as I hold him up.

I slow my breathing down, carefully lowering Teagan’s feet back to the floor. Teagan rests his forehead against my chest, his hands gripping my hips.

"Damn," Teagan mumbles. "That... was definitely better than coffee."

I let bark out a laugh.

"Are you alright?" I ask gently. "Did I hurt you?"

Teagan laughs. "Ryker, I'm pretty sure that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever felt."

I smile, a genuine, warm expression that spreads across my face. "Good."

Teagan gently reaches up, sliding his fingers against my wing, stroking the sensitive area until I let out a soft sigh. He rests his cheek against my chest again, quiet for a long moment.

"So," Teagan whispers. "Now that the entire campus knows about us... what's next?"

I look over his shoulder at the small desk in the living room, where the PI's folder catches my eye.

Then I look back down at the purple-haired human resting in my arms. This brilliant, stubborn, gorgeous man who looked at a lost gargoyle and decided to give him a home.

"We finish our classes, wrap up your tv show, and then... we take a trip to New York to meet my brother. Together."

Teagan smiles against my skin, his arms tightening around my waist. "It's a date, my handsome mate."

Chapter twenty-one

Teagan

"And… cut! That’s an official wrap on Season One for Teagan Dae and Caylen Mason!" Director Kang’s voice booms through the loudspeakers, instantly followed by a wave of applause that erupts from the crew.

A quiet, breathless exhale escapes my chest, carrying away weeks of built-up tension. Beside me, Caylen lets out a rumbling huff of satisfaction. As a true lion shifter, he doesn't need prosthetics or fake fur. His impressive feline ears twitch atop his sandy hair, and his tufted tail sways back and forth.

"Great work, Teag," Caylen says, slapping a hand onto my shoulder. His golden eyes twinkle with amusement. "You were brilliant out there. I was tearing up for real."

"Thanks. But it’s only because you made Lord Rozz come to life. Even if he was a bit dramatic," I tease.

"Hey, revealing that I’ve been Lord Rozz all along and not just your standard royal guard requires a certain dramatic flair," Caylen counters, flashing me a handsome grin that’s all fang. "Prince Jin nailed the reaction perfectly."