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He reached for her, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped her face. She let out a sigh of relief, the painful twisting inside her body ebbing with his touch. This was what she’d suspected all along – that Lucian was her mate. He’d kept himself carefully out of reach for so long that she’d begun to doubt her wolf.
“Luc,” she whispered.
He panted for breath, his chest heaving.
Then his body transformed, returning to the male she’d loved from afar for years. The long, shaggy hair disappeared, and the military-style cut he always wore returned. His teeth were normal again, and he seemed to shrink in height. Within moments he was exactly as he’d been, except for his eyes, which remained that deep crimson.
He didn’t say anything as he unbuckled the straps on her wrists, but he did growl – a low, furious rumble. There was a sound at the door, and he spun with an angry snarl, leaning over and covering her from the view of whoever it was.
“I’m going to sweep the building. When you’re ready to go, we’ll torch the place,” the male said.
“Thanks,” Lucian said.
Whoever the male was, he pulled the broken door shut, the one remaining hinge barely holding it up. Mia tried to lift her hands from the bed, but her arms ached too badly. A whimper escaped her, and Lucian spun and removed the restraints from her ankles.
He lifted her hands and kissed her wrists tenderly. They were raw and bleeding from her struggles, but his touch was a soothing balm.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Mia,” he said hoarsely.
She wanted to ask him a hundred questions. Maybe yell a little. Or a lot. Make him beg for her forgiveness.
Then arousal shot through her, the heat rising inside her so swiftly she couldn’t stop a rough moan spilling from her lips. Mia pulled him down and kissed him. Lucian braced himself on the bed, hovering over her as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. The growl in his chest subsided to a deep purring rumble. She gripped his neck, tugging on him. The bed creaked as he held firm, not letting her pull him down.
“I need to get you home,” he said, lifting from her lips.
“I can’t, Luc. I can’t go home like this.” Her nails dug into his neck and his eyes darkened to blood-red flickering with black and copper.
“I’m not human, baby.”
She almost laughed. His humanity, or lack of it, was the least of her worries. But then her stomach twisted and her inner walls clenched just this side of pain. Lucian smelled so good. Dark and spicy, like cocoa and cinnamon. Her wolf, still buried under the effects of the drug, wakened a little, stirring for Lucian.
He inhaled slowly, closing his eyes as a purring growl stuttered in his chest.
“I only want you,” she said.
He stalked away to the sink at the corner of the room and washed his hands, splashing soap and water over his skin until it was free of blood. Once they were dry, he moved swiftly again, returning to her side with a growl. He lifted her into his arms and pressed her against the cold wall; the chill against her hot skin made her arch with a gasp. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rested her arms on his shoulders. His eyes were flashing, from dark red to the natural blue she loved.
“I know what happens when we do this,” he said gruffly. “I’m not…worthy of you.”
“Don’t I get a say in this?” she snapped.
His upper lip curled, and he slid his hand to the back of her neck and drew her to his mouth. She opened her lips as they touched his, and this time she wasn’t leading the kiss – he was. He gripped her neck just hard enough for her to feel the pressure of his fingers as he held her where he wanted her, devouring her lips like she was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
She traced the muscles of his shoulders with her fingertips, loving the feeling of his skin, like silk over steel. She moaned as he deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue and tasting every inch of her mouth. He nibbled on her bottom lip and licked the spot with a groan.
Then he kissed her cheek and her jaw, tilting her head as he made his way to her neck. He bit her pulse gently, making her wiggle in his arms.
He finally pushed his hand between them, his fingertips grazing her soaked entrance as he undid his pants and shoved them down his hips. The broad head of his cock nudged her slick core, and all thought fled. He pushed into her slowly, the thick length of him stretching her. She moaned, letting her head drop back against the wall as he filled her completely.
This was her mate. Hertruemate. The male of her heart. He’d come for her. Killed for her. And now he was making her his. Everything was right in her world.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice raw. “My sweet wolf.”
Digging her nails into his shoulders, she urged him to move, clutching his hips with her knees. He began sliding out of her slowly and pushing in, filling her over and over with a sweet, steady pace. She wanted hard and fast. She wanted slow and sweet. She wanted everything.
He brushed his fingers over her bottom lip and then slid his hand between them, resting his thumb on her clit. As he increased the pace of his thrusts, he rubbed the bundle of nerves. The drug had brought her so close to coming for so long, it took only a few brushes of his thumb to send her over the edge. She shouted as she came, her pussy locking down on him.
He groaned, his cock spasming inside her as he followed her into bliss. She panted for breath, closing her eyes as the sweet relief of her climax flowed through her.
