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Every ounce of his attention was on me—and it would be that way forever. No matter what happened between us, we would always be attached, our fate having been determined long before we met. While I didn’t know whether he would stick around, I sincerely hoped that he would, that this connection would never cease.

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. “Oh,yes, keep going…”

His tongue popped into my channel and sent me squirming up the bed. He chuckled as he yanked me back into place, gripping my hips to keep me from wiggling away. Minute by minute, the tide inside me swelled, threatening to wash over my body. His tongue lathered my clit perpetually until the tide broke and shattered my core.

My orgasm split me apart. I shuddered uncontrollably as he rose to his knees and glided his cock between my still-twitching slit. Heat bloomed in my center as I tossed my head back with a shocked cry, utterly absorbed by the way he took me over. He hooked his arm over my chest and nuzzled my neck, canines pointed against my skin.

I clutched the back of his neck. “Yes, mark me.”

“You sure, little boxer?”

“Beyond sure. Please, please,pleasedo it.”

A hard thrust ignited my thirst, nearly causing me to shift. The ravenous desire glowing inside me urged my wolf to the surface, primal urgency taking the place of anything rational. And why would I bother being rational with him? We were animals from the start, magnets drawn to each other, bugs enticed by the light of the porch. This had always been dangerous.

But that didn’t matter.

Because we were meant to be.

When his canines pierced my skin, he slammed into me, the sting of him in my neck and my core shooting me into another dimension. Passion exploded wherever our skin touched, his flesh scorching me in ways I’ve never felt before—and that I knew I would never feel with anyone else.

And I didn’twantit with anyone else.

“I’m yours,” I croaked. “Forever.”

Another orgasm took me by surprise, making my toes curl as I arched into him. When he released my neck, he buried himself to the hilt and came inside me, marking me within as he had without.

“Mine,” he growled. “All mine.”

I whimpered as I clung to him. “Yours…”

“Fleur, relax,” he whispered huskily. He pulled his cock back an inch and then waited. “Relax, that’s it…”

I groaned when he slipped out. The familiarity of him, his fullness, was sorely missed as I collapsed to my side on the bed. Huffing didn’t get enough air into my lungs. It felt like I was suffocating under the weight of passion, ardent pleasure having robbed me of the ability to convert air into oxygen.

My body squealed for relief.

But I didn’t care about that.

Matéo collapsed behind me, slinging his arm around my waist. His nose lazily drifted beneath the thick hair that was wet against the back of my neck. I moaned contentedly as he stroked my stomach, my navel, my thighs. His fingers drifted toward my slit and I bucked.

“Not again, please,” I whimpered. “Not yet. Need nap.”

“Needfood.”

I chuckled breathlessly. “I could use more food.”

“I’m so glad you like to eat.”

“Why?”

He sighed. “Because I like to eat. I need a woman who can keep up with me.”

“Does that mean you’re planning on keeping me or something?”

That silence didn’t bode well. A frown stole my mouth as I thought about what I had just said. Things had clicked between us. Why wouldn’t we stay together forever? I gave myself to him and he claimed me.

Anxiety gripped my chest. “Matty?”

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