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My body hummed for him.
As angry as I was, I liked seeing him worked up and aggressive.
“Be sure of what?” I hissed.
The hand that wasn’t around my neck palmed down my side, across my hips, squeezing at my thighs until my breath came in ragged, short puffs.
Julian pulled my thighs apart roughly and slid between my drenched folds. My hips rocked against his fingers as I ripped at his clothes. “Answer me, Julian,” I said, wrapping my hand in his hair and forcing eye contact.
“I had to be sure you’d initiate, unprompted. I had to know that this is what you want. Regardless of any outside influences, like Titus or Jaxson and his wolves. I had to know that you wanted me, wanted this bond and not just because you felt obligated to help with the incursion.”
My fangs ripped from my gums as I hissed at him while the pleasure his fingers beckoned coursed through my body. “You should have asked me instead of playing this stupid game.”
Julian pushed two fingers inside me and I moaned at the delightful sensation. He worked me from the inside and kept steady, swirling pressure on Ms. Bean. My hips rocked with his motions, eyes rolling, fangs aching, wanting desperately to sink into flesh.
“Words and actions are very different things, Eden. I should think you’d know that by now.”
Julian drew closer, grazing the points of his fangs along the top of my shoulder.
My breathing quickened, mouth watered, muscles tightened as I came closer and closer to release.
God, Julian knew what to do with pussy.
A quiet laugh echoed in the room as Julian nibbled on my shoulder.
And with a flurry of pumping, circling, and swirling, Julian brought a devastating orgasm down on me. And the moment I reached the height of pleasure, I sank my fangs into his right pec.
Right over his heart.
Julian roared and returned the favor, sinking deep into the meat of my shoulder.
I screamed at the combination of pleasure and pain, riding his fingers, climbing the wall.
I’d taken a piece of him as he’d taken one of me and we’d wear each other’s scars the rest of our immortality.
Thirty-Three
Two days to the incursion (and to pound town)
Wednesday I wokein my bed with no idea how I got there. The last thing I remembered was falling in a heap on top of Julian.
I reached to get my phone, but the pain in my shoulder stopped me dead. “Ouch!” I screeched as fire seared up and down my arm, and not the nice, spicy kind of fire.
I checked the wound, expecting to see gruesome torn flesh and bone for as much as it hurt, but the only outward signs that anything had happened were two tiny fang marks.
“Jeez. It could at least look as bad as it hurts.”
I hopped in the shower and let the warm water work out the soreness in the surrounding muscles. After I’d dried and dressed in a loose T-shirt to hide the puncture wounds, and put my wet hair in a braid, I checked my phone, surprised to find an early morning message from Julian.
It’s common to lose consciousness after the marking.Soreness is a side effect but it should dissipate in a few hours. Good luck with the safes. I’ll see you tonight. Two more days.
Two more days until the incursion and since we’d done the mark at midnight on Wednesday that meant we couldn’t do the final stage until midnight on Friday. So, two days for that as well.
Two dayswas all I sent back to him before I sent a text to Sunny asking if she was free for breakfast.
Are you kidding me? Not only am I free, I’m salivating for all of last night’s details. Get down here!
I smiled at my phone and ran to the great room.
