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She shoved a hand into his hair, her claws slipping free to scrape over his scalp. He responded, showing her how much he loved it with a rough bite on her lower lip that he immediately soothed with slow, teasing strokes of his tongue before deepening the kiss.

“You have me. Please... ”

She didn’t know what it was she was asking for, what he demanding in return.

But their bodies knew. Under her palm, she felt his chest, heart thudding hard and fast... and the scar, marking where she’d claimed him years ago. A mark he’d never let fade.

This...

He sensed it, too, body stiffening before his hips bucked against hers compulsively, the need becoming even more savage.

“Zee?” he murmured against her lips, his whisper a plea, a question, a command.

She answered silently, tangling her fist in his hair and guiding his mouth to the place on her shoulder where the mark should have been.

His cock swelled inside her as he sank his teeth in, hips moving faster now, his pace so hard and brutal it should have hurt, but she gloried in it.

Incisors lengthening slightly, he broke through her skin just as she started to climax.

He held back and Zee could feel it, feel him slamming his own lust into a chokehold as he sent her crying out into orgasm.

It was still shuddering through her when he broke away and she moaned, hips rolling restlessly in search of him, body quivering as pleasure and frustration twined. Cool air kissed her flesh as he hauled her up into his arms and carried her out of the shower, the water kicking off automatically upon their exit.

They were both still dripping, his cock jutting up hard between them when he carried her out of the bathroom and over to the fireplace built into the wall. The electric flames came to life at a guttural order from him, their life-like display flickering gold and orange on her skin in the darkened room as he took her down to the thick, lushly padded rug stretched out before the hearth, almost in invitation.

Rolling her onto her belly and then bringing her hips up in his hard, strong hands, Niko pushed his knee between hers in a wordless command that she yield.

She did, moaning as he pushed inside her, her still-clenching muscles milking his cock and driving them both crazy.

The mark on her shoulder burned, pulsating in time with her heart as he thrust into her, over and over, her name falling from his lips, an endless litany of praise and pleas and roughly sensual phrases that fanned the flames inside her even more.

She keened, feeling another climax rising. Pushing back on him in an effort to find it, she urged him on, but Niko, determined to reestablish his claim on her completely, wouldn’t let her take control. He bore her all the way to the ground, his greater weight blanketing her body. She thrashed under him, pressing her butt against him and clenching tight until he wrested her hands over her head and pinned them there with one hand, his other gripping her hip.

“Mine,” he rasped into her ear as he fucked her, sliding his hand from her hip to her knee and dragging it up, lifting his weight only enough to reposition himself. “Mine, Zee. Say it.”

“Yours,” she whispered. “Always... ”

“Mine.” He bit her earlobe and rose up, hunkering over her as his hands went to her hips to lift her butt, her thighs pinned together by his as he knelt over her.

She tried to move, tried to seize back some of the control, but Niko’s growl had her going still, feral lust and a small shiver of... awareness—not fear, for he’d never cause her physical pain—but her senses were hyped up and on overdrive, leaving her acutely conscious that Niko, her powerful, sexy, overly arrogant mate had thrown off the chains he used to keep his more primeval urges under control.

Overwhelmed and unable to do anything else, she yielded.

Niko sensed her surrender—she could feel it through that new bond and the backlash of his pleasure and his satisfaction flooded her, mingling with her own, drawing the pleasure out until it was almost torture in its perfection.

The heavy length of his cock within her was even more engorged now, stretching her almost painfully as he began to drag her back and forth on his erection, pumping his hips with each movement as he slammed into her with each thrust, and the slowness of his possession kept her brutally, brilliantly aware of every last second.

She came, hard, the intensity of it stealing her breath but it didn’t crest and ease. Instead, the orgasm built and built until finally, Niko, with a savage snarl, joined her. She felt the waves of it ripple through her and sensed his satisfaction as he drank in the echo of her climax through their connection.

It was... bliss.

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