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“Say it. Say I can taste you. I’ll just take a little.” He ran his fangs over my jaw. So gently. Almost reverently.

I swallowed. I’d never let anyone feed from me. But I’d wondered. I’d seen the blissed-out look on thralls’ faces, heard them speak of the blood-high.

And I wanted to please Rafe, wanted the connection that letting him drink my blood would bring.

I’d hesitated too long.

He pressed a kiss to my throat. “Never mind. I shouldn’t have asked.”

I didn’t say anything, because a part of me agreed. The sensible, too-damn-realistic part that knew this thing between us couldn’t go anywhere.

He stood up with me still in his arms and placed me on the bed’s crumpled white sheets. My panties came off, and his boxer briefs.

He knelt on the mattress, his legs on either side of my hips.

He was so beautiful, a sex god with smooth tan skin, ripped abs and hooded dark eyes—and a black wolf tattooed above his left hip bone.

He’d been made as a Kral enforcer.

My heart dipped. It was like the universe was hammering home how temporary our time together was.

His gaze dared me to say something.

I managed a smile. “Congratulations. When did this happen?”

“Last year.”

“Ah.” I nodded.

He eyed me oddly. “That’s all? Congratulations?”

“What do you want me to say?” I traced the dusting of black hair down his taut stomach to his cock. It was hard and flushed, a dark, suckable red. I ran my fingertip around the cap and down to his root.

His whole body tightened. “Nothing.” He kneed my legs apart in a dominant move that made me cream with arousal, and crouched over me. “I don’t want you to say anything butPlease, RafeandMake me scream.”

I snorted. “You’re so…”

“Cocky?” He hooked his hands around my thighs and hovered his mouth over my sex. “You love it and we both know it.”

He gave me a slow lick. My hips bucked.

Oh yeah, I loved it.

“More?” He licked me again.

“Yes,” I said in a voice low and raspy with desire.

“Rafe,” he prompted.

I shook my head, confused.

“Say, ‘More, Rafe.’ Tell me what you want, Zoe—and I’ll give it to you.”

My mouth dried. I moistened my lips. What could be hotter than this strong, beautiful man between my thighs, promising me any sexual pleasure I wanted?

“More,” I said huskily. “Rafe.”

He licked me again, and then closed his lips on my clit and sucked gently.

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