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"You were worried about me, Magic?"
"Yes." I look up at him through my lashes as Bear rumbles his usual warning. "I don't want to lose you, Dimitri. You…matter to me."
I can't breathe when I think about something happening to you.
"Fuck," he growls, dragging me up against his chest. His obsidian eyes flare with heat, his expression searing me with his intensity. His lips coming down on mine in a hard kiss.
I forget that Dante is in the room. I forget everything as I drag myself up his body, wrapping myself around him to kiss him back. My soul pours from my lips with every stroke of his tongue against mine, spilling into him where it belongs.
"Goddamn, Magic," he rasps, grabbing my ass to grind me against his erection. "You say the sweetest things with that mouth, but as soon as I kiss it, you turn into a horny little virgin."
"And that's my cue to get the fuck out of here," Dante mutters dryly.
"Shit," Dimitri says, pulling away from my mouth to glance at his uncle. "I didn't realize you were in here."
"I noticed," Dante says with a chuckle, sliding toward the door. "We'll talk later. You two should have some time alone."
I bury my face in Dimitri's throat, too embarrassed to face Dante. He probably thinks I'm a trollop or something now. I just climbed his nephew right in front of him!
"You okay, little one?" Dimitri asks when his footsteps recede.
"Yes," I whisper. "Just waiting for the floor to open up and swallow me."
He chuckles, pressing his lips to my crown. "Hell can't have what I've already claimed, Snow."
I lift my head to look at him. "It does belong to you, you know."
He cocks his head, a question in his eyes.
"My soul."
"Jesus," he says, his voice shaking. He presses his forehead to mine. "You sure you want to give it to a motherfucker like me, little one? I won't ever give it back. You'll be stuck in this life with me."
"I've never been more certain of anything," I whisper. "I lo–"
His mouth slants down on mine, cutting me off before I can say it. He kisses me silent, and then pulls back, capturing my gaze. "I love you, Magic. So goddamn much I can't breathe through it."
"Me either," I admit, my eyes filling with tears. I've never felt particularly powerful. Lately, I've felt entirely powerless. But in this moment, I find my strength. It blazes in his eyes and rings in my ears. It nestles into place in my heart, spoken from his lips into existence.
I'm enough for this man.
"Come on," he murmurs, anchoring me to his body as he carries me out of the safe room. Shaman and Bear try to follow us, but he quickly closes the door. "Sorry, guys. Your human is about to scream my name and I don't want you trying to tear my goddamn balls off before I get to enjoy it."
"Dimitri," I groan. "You can't tell them that!"
He shrugs, completely unrepentant, and pulls the door closed. "They didn't understand a word I said, Magic."
"Even so," I mumble, squirming in embarrassment. "You can't tell them about sex things. It's inappropriate."
Dimitri laughs quietly, carrying me out of the closet. "I hope you never lose that."
"Lose what?"
"That blush," he says. "Your innocence. That fucking light. You really are magic, little one. It's fucked up how hard it makes my cock."
"I like knowing that," I admit in a whisper and then frown. Someone mopped the floor and cleaned the rugs. "What happened to the mess? I was going to clean it."
"Belle took care of it," Dimitri says. "She said it was her fault the dogs got in the house and she didn't want you stressing out about it." He smiles at me. "She loves you too, you know."
"Really?" I stare at him with wide, hopeful eyes. I really like her. She's easy to talk to and she doesn't make me feel awkward or uncomfortable.
"You're easy to love, Snow," he murmurs, laying me on the bed and then crawling on top of me. He holds his weight off me with his arms on either side of my head. "So fucking easy to love."
"So are you."
He dips his head, trailing kisses down the side of my face. "You've got my cock so hard I can't think, little one," he mutters against my skin, touching me everywhere at once. "What are we going to do about that?"
"Fix it," I breathe, running my hands up his stomach. His body is fascinating to me. He's sculpted from marble, every inch of him chiseled perfection. I slip my hand beneath the hem of his shirt, feeling bold and a little bit naughty.
"Snow," he growls when I run my nails down his hard abdomen.
"I'm sorry," I say, jerking my hand back, afraid I hurt him.
