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“That you won’t ever leave me again,” I rasp, deep and low.
She’s quiet for a moment before soft lips brush over mine, and I groan. Pressing harder into the kiss, desperate to feel her. But she pulls away, breaking the connection too soon.
“I can’t promise that.” The muscles in my jaw jump, but she sweeps the tips of her fingers over them to smooth them out. “Because if your life was on the line, I won’t hesitate to save you. Ever.”
Inhaling deeply, I blow out a harsh breath. “Little demon,” I growl low from in my chest, letting my lips trail over the shell of her ear. “Always finding a way to push back, making the beast in me want to punish you.” I nip at her earlobe before trailing down her neck.
A sharp sting spreads through my scalp as she grabs at my hair to pull my head back, her nose touching mine and our mouths only a hair’s breadth away. “This goes both ways. The way I am yours, is the same as how you are mine.” Her teeth scrape over my bottom lip, pulling. “So, get it through that handsome head of yours that your life will always be worth saving.”
A shudder tracks down my spine, my heart pounding harder in my chest. Her words do something to my soul, seeming to heal a piece of me that I didn’t know was bleeding. I’ve always felt like I had to step up and protect everyone who needed it when my father passed. But it was always a one-sided task.
“Say that again,” I choke out, closing the distance and taking her lips with mine.
She whimpers before breaking away to catch her breath. “You are mine,” she says possessively, and fuck does that do things to me. She pulls me back down to her, opening for our teeth to clash and tongues to battle with each other. A frenzy of love, lust, and our souls desperately needing the connection.
“You.” She kisses me again. “Are.” Another searing press of her lips. “Worth.” She bites my lip and sucks. “Saving.” And then she moans, arching beneath me as I lean over her. Her arousal causing my mind to blank on nothing but her and her needs.
My hands gently trail down her sides, my thumbs brushing just beneath the swells of her breasts. I just got her back, needing to be gentle, but she seems to think otherwise because she grabs my hand, forcing it up to her breast. Wrapping her palm over the top of my hand, she squeezes hard. Silently telling me what she needs. So, I roughly grab her breast, earning the gift of a moan to tear from her throat.
Fuck.
My control is snapping. The beast in me breaking through the surface of my resolve. I need her. I need to feel her squirming and writhing underneath me. To feel her body alive and screaming my name. My cock is painfully hard, begging to sink deep into her soaking core and how she sucks me in, squeezing. The image has my balls tightening as I kiss her deeply. Tasting her, stealing every whimper that tries to escape. I swallow them all, needing her like a male starving and she is the only way to cure this hunger.
Pinching her nipple, she arches her back and I drop my mouth to suck the rosy bud through her shirt. A shiver of goosebumps raises along her skin as she grabs hold of my hair at the root. Pulling tightly while pressing me harder into her chest.
This need is uncontrollable. Both of us are consumed by the bond flaring back to life. Possessive of the other. Desperate to connect in every way possible.
Right when I go to rip her clothes off and lose myself in her, scuffing sounds behind the door, followed by a loud knock.
Turning, I block Emma’s view from the door, shielding her body as the handle turns. My shoulders sag with a deep exhale when Fynn’s blonde hair comes into view, Cora following behind him. The rest of my body is still tense, with a buzzing suddenly filling my mind. Shadows whip out around me and Emma in a chaotic storm, making both of them freeze and stare at me with furrowed brows.
“Draven?” Cora’s eyes squint through the tendrils of shadow, while trying to peer behind me. She must find a breathing Emma because her eyes widen as her mouth falls open. She goes to sprint to Emma’s side, uncaring of the beast tracking her movements before her, but Fynn blocks her with a stretch of his arm.
“Hold on, love,” he says softly next to her ear. His eyes are on mine, searching as I protectively stand in front of my mate.
I don’t know what’s happening. I can’t think straight. The only focus is to protect my mate. My beast surges in its wild possessiveness with a small snarl. She was dead, but the stars have deemed us worthy for a second chance. I just got her back, and nothing can harm her again.
Fynn takes a small step forward, my eyes hard and unyielding as a low growl unintentionally vibrates from deep in my chest. With raised palms, Fynn takes another step closer. “Drav, you know she’s safe with us.”
Cora hesitantly watches me as she speaks to Fynn, “What’s going on?”
My chest coils tighter, the beast in me stealing my grip on reality and rearing its feral head.
Fynn refuses to take his eyes off mine as he responds. “The sealing of their mate bond is still fresh. Many who complete the bond spend months at their mate’s side—consumed by love and lust—never losing sight of the other. But they didn’t.” Fynn wearily attempts to look at Emma before I block his line of sight, teeth grinding together with a heaving chest.
“And then, she died, gutting him on the inside. Only to somehow come back to life.” The V between his brows creases deeper.
“What does that mean, then?” Cora asks.
“It seems the primal side of Draven, his beast, is reacting on natural instincts. To protect his mate because everyone is a threat. Only it’s worse now that he has felt the loss of her.”
Blood boils beneath the surface of my skin as Fynn inches towards me. Red blurs my vision with a haze of warning. Even though I try to clear it. But I can’t lose her. She’s my fucking mate.
“Draven,” a soft whisper of a voice distantly catches behind me over the pressure rushing in my skull. But my attention snaps back to Fynn when he speaks.
“If we rush to her, he will try to kill us no matter who we are to him. He can’t think straight at the moment, which is why we need to move slow and show him we’re friends. Going to him first, not her.”
Another step. Hands reach. My fists clench, nostrils flaring.
