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“No, I’m not, but this is why I can’t leave the CDI. Why I must do everything in my power to save the vampires and fight the Organization. Every day, I wake up and risk my life, risk our future, because it’s the only way I can make up for failing my brothers.”
“I understand. The vampires, they’re your family.” Though she would always worry about him, she couldn’t ask him to change, not when she loved his unswerving loyalty and dedication. Several things dawned on her at once. His love for the sunrise. His initial antagonism. “And I am not Evaline. I will never betray you. My work with VB, I only want to help people.”
His features softened, love and tenderness replacing the self-hatred and anger. “I know,” he whispered, his forehead dropping to hers. “When I found you at Zylotech and thought you worked for the Organization, it hit too close to the past. I’m sorry for my overreaction. Now I know there is only goodness in your heart.”
“Then you’re okay with me working for Dr. Casava.” The unopened email popped into her head. “If I get the job?”
“Yes.” His earnest response lifted the last bit of weight in her stomach. “You’ll get the job, and you’ll do great things, like curing cancer.”
The email could wait a little longer. Olivia wanted nothing to disturb this perfect moment. “You know, I’m not sure if completing the bond is the best idea because I want you to keep thinking I’m flawless.”
He let out a low chuckle. “Like I said, the mating bond doesn’t dictate my feelings. You can do no wrong in my eyes.”
His lips skimmed hers, gentle and tentative. Olivia sighed as she felt a sense of rightness settle deep within her soul. She kissed him back, allowing her love to guide her, suffusing her entire being into the kiss. When she traced her tongue along his lips, he opened his mouth, and the kiss turned hot and heavy. She plastered her body against him, his heat searing through her veins.
“Claim me,” she gasped, her breathing shallow. “Bind us.”
He stared at her, hunger warring with rationality. “You’re not—”
She stopped him with a finger over his lips and growled, “Do not say I’m not ready.”
He sucked her finger into his mouth, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. Shivers shot down her spine when his fangs scraped her skin. “I was merely going to suggest we wait until you feel better.”
She withdrew her hand, sat up on her knees before him, and cupped his face with both hands. “You can make me feel better.”
“Are you sure about this?”
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” she said earnestly. “I love you.”
The three little words slipped out easily, much easier than she anticipated. They had been waiting on the tip of her tongue for days, anxiously clamoring for her to admit the truth to herself.
His hands on her waist tightened. Something unknowable passed between them. Her knees trembled as he spoke in a guttural and husky voice.
“I love you, Olivia Rodriguez. From this life onto the next, for as long as our souls shall exist, I will love you.”
“Make me yours, Marek.”
Their mouths clashed together, hungry, devouring one another like they’d been apart for years instead of days. All the lonely nights, all the hours of longing, lent strength to her limbs, and Olivia tore at his clothes. His hands were sure and fast as he sliced apart her garments.
When his hot mouth latched onto her pebbled nipples, she shrieked both in shock and intense pleasure. Her hips writhed, emptiness crying out for more. He rose over her, holding himself up with his arms, and jammed his thigh between her legs.
Yes. The friction drove her wild.
While licking and tonguing her breasts, his fingers dipped down to her pussy and stroked her slicked folds, teasing along her clit instead of giving her what she needed the most.
“Not in the mood for games,” she gasped and gripped his erection.
He grunted and kissed his way down her torso, her stomach, with agonizing slowness. She clutched at his shoulders in desperation, torn between the primal need to feel his teeth sinking into her and savoring every tantalizing lick from his wicked tongue.
Her head flew back and her back arched when he licked her aching sex. Her legs around his head trembled as she whimpered and thrust her hips for more. Pressure built up higher and higher. His name was a prayer on her lips. One day, she may have the strength to last longer against his onslaught, but that day was not today.
When she felt his fingers slide inside her, stretching her and pressing against the upper wall while his mouth continued to work her clit, she let out a long, keening moan.
“Yes, yes, oh God.” She wanted this to last forever. She would die if he didn’t make her come now.
Suddenly, the heat of his mouth vanished. Twin spots of stinging pain shot up her thigh before it transformed into exquisite bliss. Her breath caught. Her body jerked from the shocking pleasure.
The thrusts of his fingers matched the pull of his teeth, the heat building and building until it exploded. Her thighs locked, her muscles tight as the climax wrenched a scream from her. She had a sensation of floating, of twining with another essence, another bright soul, before slamming back into her body.
