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When I did, the marks I saw across her skin sent ice through my veins.
I’d expected the worst, but I hadn’t truly known what the worst might look like. I counted at least ten, and one mangled mark beside her collarbone that looked like it had been bitten twice. They were surrounded by swirls and patterns in gold, but I couldn’t see that, not when those marks each symbolised her pain.
Her fear.
Fear I hadn’t protected her from.
My monster stirred, howling and ready to kill.
I wouldneverhave bitten her like that. Alpha bites healed differently than normal wounds, the bite I’d given her at the start of term wouldn’t scar—it wasn’t deep enough, and it wasn’t a bonding mark. But the Lincoln pack had ensured the wounds they’d given her wouldn’t heal.
Her hand came to my cheek, scent calm in the air. There wasn’t anything fearful in it like there had been in the hot tub.
“They’re yours, not theirs,” she said. It was the first time I felt a flicker of fear from her, as if she was making an offer she wasn’t sure I would accept.
I forced myself to look back, to understand those words. The bites across her flesh—though vicious and cruel—were also beautiful. I saw the gold, now. Truly saw it. Roxy had used shimmering paint, and delicate lines had been drawn across her skin, outlining each bite like it was precious.
I looked again, following the marks as if they were constellations, realising that it was the same pattern Dusk now had across his chest.
“They’re… ours?” I said.
“If…” She swallowed. “If you want?—”
I cut her off so she could never finish that with uncertainty, pressing my lips to hers and drawing her close.
There was a spark of joy from her down the bond.
“Sit,” I commanded.
I loved her, and she was everything right now, claiming those marks for us. I sank down before her and hooked my hands behind her knees.
Fuck, she was beautiful. A black and gold goddess, honey brown hair almost matching her tanned skin in the low light. She smiled, and a purr rose in my chest as her fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my head back so she could look into my eyes.
"I love you so much, Little Nightshade," I breathed.
There was shimmery makeup smudged across eyes, necklace, and bites. The distinct golden swirls reached down her arms, and there were even a few between the laces of her heels and up her thighs.
I traced my lips along the marks on her calf, easily drawing her closer as I kissed higher and higher. The dress was light, and easy to push up.
I could worship her forever.
She let out a little breath of pleasure as I dragged her closer so her butt was right on the edge of the bed.
I pressed her dress up again and tugged her panties down. Her legs tangled over my shoulders, and she let out the cutest little breath of pleasure as I found her clit with my tongue. She had to let go of my hair to catch herself on the bed, since I wasn’t too concerned at all with her balance.
Nightshade flooded the room, dark and sweet.
She felt safe with me, even when I’d seen her scars.
That was all I needed.
I would never get tired of the taste of her, or the way she let out the sweetest little moans when I treated her just right, or when I slid a finger inside of her, working deep.
She was so sensitive that she was shuddering over me in less than a minute, which was good because it meant I had time to go again. This time I lifted us, laying down on the bed and dragging her over me.
It was easy to hold her steady and beautifully suffocating over my face, and I was in fucking heaven. She was shivering, whines so sweet I might lose myself entirely and say fuck the night and the ball and the rest of the world and just lock us in so I could keep going.
I worked my fingers deeper this time, and with a deep shuddering moan she came again, spilling juices over my face.
