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With a short, huffed gasp, she traced over her clit.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

By the time her hand stilled, I was over her, breathing in the scent of her orgasm, feeling the power between us rise. Every part of my body screamed for release as I took my cock in hand and guided it to her slick entrance.

“Mine,” I said, sliding in just the head, baring my teeth as her body clenched around me, dragging me deeper.

A quick adjustment had her legs over my hips, and then I was inside her—deep, hot, slick. There were no thoughts left, only instinct and need, as I thrust into her again and again, until when she cried out, it was only for more.

My tongue traced her collarbone before I lowered my head and gently clamped my teeth on her shoulder. We’d agreed on her hand. But the instinct was there, dark and old, urging me to hold her down, to lock us together, to flood her with my cum until no one could ever doubt she was claimed.

My hips worked hard and fast, her nails scoring my shoulders, as she begged beneath me. I felt the clench of another orgasm as she cried out, her legs giving way as I lowered my hips just enough to rub against her clit with every thrust.

“Sweet mate,” I groaned, my fangs dropping as I looked down at Lulu. “Are you ready?”

She lifted her head, eyes drowsy but her grip eager.

“Stop asking me that,” she said, her mouth claiming mine. “I know what I want.”

She held her hand up between us, showing me the soft, delicate skin. I breathed her in. There was nothing but arousal and trust. She trusted me not to hurt her. To leave a permanent mark of what had passed between us.

That was what pushed me over the edge.

Lightning ripped down my spine as I buried myself deep inside her, locking us together as my cum flooded her. I lifted her hand, pressed my mouth to the place she’d chosen…and bit down.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lulu

My phone buzzed on the desk, and I spared it only a quick glance. My fingers were flying across the keyboard on my latest article. I scrolled for a moment, then clicked the send button. Only then did I finally pay attention to my phone, picking it up. My smile was immediate and impossible to control.

Bruce, who was still sitting directly across from me, now wore a far less sour expression and gave me a grunt.

As it turned out, living in and taking over the apartment above us was less stressful for him. It also meant he had an excuse to torture me every time I was in the office about my new live-in significant other.

Or, at least, he considered it torture. I considered it a pleasure, and anytime I could bring up Zaldi, I did.

Which reminded me of the text on the screen.

ZALDI: Do you need anything from the store?

The domesticity of it made my stupid heart nearly beat out of my chest. Typing quickly, I barely noticed the freshly healed white scars across my hand as my fingers flew across the keyboard.

LULU: I thought we might go out tonight.

Only a moment later, his response came through.

ZALDI: Really? Where are we going?

My cheeks heated, and I promised myself no one in this building could understand me as I kept typing.

LULU: I thought maybe a picnic. Somewhere outside.

Three little dots appeared. Not typing—just dots. Clearly waiting for me to explain more. My cheeks burned hotter.