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I go willingly.

“Bite me again,” I plead. “Please bite me again.”

She obliges, gnawing the skin in a way that sends flashes of light through my brain.

“Baby.”

“Do not call me that.”

“Honey?”

“No.”

I laugh and palm the back of her head, holding her mouth to my skin. I want a bond bite, but she’s being really careful.

“Princess?”

She snarls and tries to pull away, but I push her down to my neck, and her hot mouth envelopes the area again.

A knock at the door drives all thoughts of romance from my head. Rage. Who dares to interrupt us? I let her slide down my body and turn towards it.

I walk silently to the door and glance at her as she steps into the shadows, disappearing like she was born to. So fucking hot.

I pull open the door and find a beta in his twenties with a pair of glasses that are slightly too thick in the frames. I sigh.

Clearly, it's amateur hour.

I lean on the door frame, swiping my hand through my hair, my shirt open, not even trying to hide my erection or the size of it.

He looks down and back up, his face turning white. He’s got red hair and freckles and is fairly plain and stocky. I pout.

“You’re a long way from civilization, friend,” I murmur.

“Sorry, we hit a pothole and got a flat.”

I let out a purring sound of surprise. “That is unfortunate.”

“It’s just down the road, can I, uh, trouble you for a phone?”

“You don’t have a phone?” I ask with raised brows.

“Well, no, it was a nature walk. Our batteries died.”

“How long were you walking for? Just down the road must be a fair way,” I say with a chuckle. “Sure, buddy, hold on a moment. I’ll get it.”

He watches me as I turn and walk away. I don’t think he realises that I can see his expression and his hands in the reflective surfaces that Sage meticulously placed around the interior of the cabin.

I grab the spare phone and press down on a piece of wood, letting the emergency warning system blare into the bunker.

“Here, buddy.”

I hand over the phone. It’s got a dozen contacts of people who will answer it and have no idea who I am, not really. They all know me as Michael.

“Thank you. Honestly, I’d given up on finding anyone living out here. I’ve been walking for hours.”

Sigh. It’s just such low effort. Where is the bar for killing gone? He can’t even keep his story straight.

“Ah, well. It’s mi casa. I come to spend time with my lady love before we head back to our corporate boardrooms, emphasis on bored.”