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I drop my head to her chest, licking around her nipples and sucking them into my mouth as my name leaves her lips on a breathy moan. Then I lick a path between her breasts up to her throat, over to the mating mark I left on her skin at the junction of her neck and shoulder. She gasps as I run my teeth over it, her body shuddering beneath me while I line the head of my cock up with her opening.
I push into her slick heat, bottoming out with a groan as I bury myself between her thighs. Sloane cries out, her legs wrapping around my hips as I thrust in and out of her tight pussy. She moves with me, panting and moaning, fingernails raking down my back. I fuck her slow and deep, worshipping every inch of her body until she’s coming undone, her inner walls fluttering, her thighs quivering.
She throws her head back as she crests her climax, and I follow her right over the edge of bliss, snapping my hips forward to bury myself deep inside her when I come. We cling onto one another for dear life as we shudder in pleasure, then collapse together onto the bed, breathless and slick with sweat.
Afterwards, we lay there together naked on top of the soft sheets, her head on my chest as I stroke my fingers through her wild curls absently.
“So you’re not afraid of anything, huh Duke?” Sloane quietly muses.
“What do you mean?” I grumble.
She pushes up from my chest, propping herself up on a forearm so that she can look at me. “None of the fears I faced today were yours.”
I tuck her hair behind her ear, trailing my fingertips over the scar on her temple as I do. “That’s because I already faced my greatest fear,” I murmur, tracing my knuckles down her jawline and cupping her chin in a hand. “Nobody else has to face it because it couldn’t be duplicated.”
She wrinkles her nose, furrowing her brow. “What was it?”
“Losing you.”
Sloane deflates, a whoosh of air leaving her. “Madd,” she croaks, her voice breaking with emotion. “You never lost me. You just didn’t know it.”
“Yeah, well I thought I did,” I rasp, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her in closer. “But never again.”
“Never again,” she agrees. Her dark lashes flutter as she presses a soft kiss to my cheek. Then she rolls off my body, slinking out of bed and getting to her feet to hunt for her clothes.
I push up on my elbows, watching her carefully. “Where are you going?”
“This party’s in my honor, isn’t it?” she asks, stooping to pick up her dress off the floor and shake it out. “I should get back out there and enjoy it.”
“Nah, I’m not done with you yet,” I growl, crooking a finger to beckon her back to bed. “Get over here, Duchess.”
She finds her panties, stepping into them and pulling them up, then slips her dress on over her head, seemingly ignoring me as she collects her high heels.
“Dutch,” I warn, sitting up.
She glances over at me, a coy smile curling her lips as she backs toward the door. “Catch me if you can, Madd.”
42
I hiss at the sting of the tattoo needle biting into my skin, gritting my teeth against the pain.
“Almost done,” Cal murmurs as he methodically works on my ink.
Cal Conway is the best tattoo artist in the six-pack territory, hands down, and I’m lucky he was able to squeeze me in after Madd’s appointment today. I’ve been considering getting inked for a while, but I pulled the trigger on a whim after watching him work on Madd. And after enduring this for the past fifteen minutes, I have no idea how my mate sat for the hours upon hours it must’ve taken to tattoo his whole upper body.
I’m trying to tough it out, but I’m not gonna lie, it hurts like a bitch. Shifter healing is a detriment when it comes to tattoos, so a small amount of liquid silver has to be added into the ink to set it. It fuckingburns.
“How does it look?” I ask hoarsely as Madd leans over me to check Cal’s progress.
A smug grin curls his lips. “Fuckin’ great, babe. I couldn’t have picked a better tat myself.”
I roll my eyes. Maybe I should’ve gone for a different tattoo- the last thing this man needs is his ego inflated further.
It feels right, though, to ink his name on my skin. His first tattoo was my nickname over his heart, so it only seems fair to have his name on me, too. It’s just another way to announce to the world that he’smine.
“Alright,” Cal hums, flicking off the tattoo gun and wiping the back of my neck off with a damp paper towel. “You’re officially branded.”
Yeah, I suppose it shows the whole world that I’m his, too. Is it weird that I actually kinda love that? I’m proud to be Maddox Kessler’s girl.
