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“Oh, yeah? And what is that, Rose?”
“It tells me that you’re afraid to lose.”
He closed his eyes. “You’re just trying to argue with me because you’re tired.”
“I could accuse you of the same thing.”
“So, get some rest. We can talk about this later.”
I shook my head. “Nope. You’re not getting out of it that easy, mister. We’re facing these demons right now and putting them to bed.”
“You mean exorcising them?”
I smirked. “Sure. Why not? Because we’re ateamand we should work together—through everything, Matty.”
He seemed to be considering it. He appeared to be chewing on my words like he had the scone just seconds ago. Though the plate was pushed aside and the coffee mugs were resting peacefully on the bedside table, the sweet heat remained from both, palpable in the air.
“I almost died for you,” I whispered.
He met my gaze, a frenzy of emotions battling on his face.
I took his hand in mine and pressed it to my chest, eager for the feeling once more. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Something clicked between us. A dam broke open and flooded me with endorphins, the siren song of an ancient melody that had originally lured me to this man. I couldn’t explain what happened that night at the diner or why I had chosen to sit next to him. Nothing could have explained it other than destiny or intuition.
And did either of those things really matter when we couldn’t stay away from each other?
Pastries flopped over the side of the bed as Matéo tackled me. He collided with me as hard as he had with those vampires, possessive growls sending tingles through my system. While he nestled between my legs, all I could think about was the look of horror on his face as I went over the cliff.
I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. “Never leave me.”
“Never,” he promised between kisses. “I swear,ma petite fleur.”
Furtive lips decorated my exposed throat and my chest, nudging beneath my tank top to sample my breasts. My nipples hardened the moment his tongue swept over them. Warm saliva cooled in the shape of the path he took between each breast, inspiring goosebumps to flush my body.
The war, the confusion, the weird medallion—I didn’t care about any of it anymore. Whatever his ancestor did and whatever his family covered up wasn’t important. Not when our bond was so strong. Not when I was meant to protect him and nourish him.
Uncertainty faded as unending desire anchored me to him. I struggled to slide away my jeans while he ripped my top open. When he moved south to remove my pants, I yanked at his shirt, trying to get to the layers of delicious flesh hidden beneath. Exposed to me, he looked more like a statue of a god than he did a tattooed wolf. I pushed him back and traced the black ink, following the swirls and designs to his navel.
The tip of my finger traced the slit in the head of his cock. A shuddering groan echoed above while a bead of fluid greeted my finger. I raised it to my lips, holding his gaze as I pressed it to my tongue. One growl later, he had a fistful of my hair in his hand as he traced my lips with his cock.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he praised, his voice like gravel. “Wider…wider…”
I swallowed him entirely, gagging when the head of his cock poked the back of my throat. My nostrils flared and my eyes burned with tears, but I didn’t relent, grabbing his hips to keep him from pulling out. Peering up at him made the tears flee from my eyes and I noticed the way lust glistened in his blown-out pupils.
He loved seeing me this way.
And Ilovedserving him.
Extending my tongue along his shaft caused him to teeter on his knees. He held tight to the back of my head, giving me enough room to move of my own accord. Our initiation into this wild mate-bond had him dishing out command after command.
And now? I knew in my bones what he wanted and needed. It was like I was made for him—and he was made for me. Nothing could tear us apart. Our love could never be defeated, not by a million swarms of vampires.
I choked as he pulled out of my mouth. Desperation nudged me forward, inspiring me to lap the head of his cock. He hissed while tugging on my hair, the strands growing taut at the roots and sending a pleasurable pain into my core. The shock of it tickled my nipples and made me mewl.
“Your turn,” he growled. “Turn around.”
Without waiting for my response, he propped me on my hands and knees, yanking my hips toward him. He buried his mouth into my slit and lapped generously, the soft texture of his tongue roaming over my clit driving me wild. After everything we had been through, this was exactly what I needed from him.
