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A long, tense moment passed.
His lips curled up in a snarl, his body heating before he growled fiercely,“Mine.”
I stared at him with wide eyes.
Fuck.
Maybe Priel-the-man didn’t want me, but Priel-the-hound seemed to feel the same way I did.
But since I wasn’t sure how much of the moment man-Priel would remember, I didn’t reply with the breathy, “yes” that my horny, dream-obsessed self wanted me to.
Instead, I just stared.
And waited.
A few minutes passed, and then the hellhound’s nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply.
Another pissed snarl escaped him, and then suddenly he was on his feet, and I was hanging over his shoulder. A yelp escaped me as he flew up the climbing-wall, and I wrapped my arms around his abdomen from behind when he started sprinting toward his cave. I bounced a little, but held onto him for dear life as he ran.
His hands held my hips again as he launched us into the hole that was his cave’s entrance, and his hold prevented me from feeling the impact of the landing.
A moment later, we were in the bathroom, and his hands were ripping my shirt over my head.
My mind spun, trying to keep up with the furious man as my long-sleeve top hit the floor. My hair fell to my belly button, wild and tangled, and my chest rose and fell quickly
“What are you doing?” I breathed to the man, when his hands found the bottom hem of the fireproof tank top I wore as a bra.
“Mine,” he snarled at me.
I tried to stop myself from gawking at the words, but probably failed.
His hand caught a fistful of my hair, and lifted it to his nose. When he inhaled, the fire in his eyes turned bluish white, and he roared.
My stomach clenched.
Shit.
Priel’s beast side seemed to have decided that I belonged to him, at least for the moment. Probably because of that little peck that started the mating process for us. If kissing another guy had ended said mating process, there was a decent chance that Priel’s illogical mind wanted him to reform the bond or restart the process.
I didn’t really want to be bonded to Clevv after the less-than-pleasurable makeout session—especially if Priel had decided he was interested in me after all—so I wasn’t against that. My first priority just needed to be calming down Priel, before he actuallydidkill someone.
I was fairly certain he was stripping me because he wanted me in the shower, so I could wash off Clevv’s smell. But I was also pretty sure that the mating process came with a smell of its own, which meant I couldn’t scrub the other man’s scent off entirely.
I could at least clean my hair and body, though.
Priel ripped my fireproof tank over my head without pausing to check out my tits.
Clearly, he wasn’t stripping me because he wanted me naked. He just wanted to change my scent. Which was both a relief and an offense at the same time.
His hands were tugging down my pants and the fireproof shorts I wore as underwear a moment later, and I bit my lip when he kneeled in front of me, his face right in front of my core.
How many of my dreams had started that way?
Too many.
Too damn many.
He freed my feet from the clothes, apparently unaffected by my nudity or the many brands on my skin.
