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I knocked his arm away, and his grip slid my facemask down, so the eyeholes were no longer in the proper place. Damn him, he’d ruined a perfectly good treatment.

My facemask was cold to the touch, the white sheet clung to my fingertips. I glared at him. If I didn’t start taking care of myself, I’d start breaking out. I wasn’t lucky like them, blessed with their immortal skin, nor would I ever be, unlike I’d thought.

“A facemask,” I kept my response simple.

“Humans.” He shook his head disapprovingly.

“What do you want? Why are you skulking around.” I swept my gaze around the garden. “Aren’t you scared the big, bad Imogen will see you with me?” I lowered my voice dramatically.

“Funny,” he hissed.

“Thanks.”

His nostrils flared and red spilled into his irises, overtaking them. His palms gripped my thighs, jerking them flat on the bench. His eyes returned to normal. “Don’t touch me.” I was used to this—arguing with Jax. A small thrill traveled down my spine.

“Don’t tell me what to do, human,” he gritted the words.

“I will when you’re invading my space.” I shoved his shoulder.

“If you do that again, you will not like the consequences.” He glared back.

The elation bloomed, turning to desire.

“I’m so scared,” I deadpanned. Wanting to rile him up. Wanting him as passionate as hehadbeen with me. SinceImogen showed up, he seemed too careful, too unlike himself. The red overtook his eyes again and he grabbed my hips. With a twist of his wrists, he had my body bent over the bench. Before I could hoist myself up, his grip on my waist yanked my knees toward him. My palms scrabbled for purchase, and I managed to grip onto the edge. Fabric ripped as he did away with my pj bottoms. He tilted my hips high enough, so they hovered off the hard surface. Suddenly, he slammed his girth inside me. I yelped at the sudden invasion. He withdrew, dragging need from my channel, until it dripped down my thighs. His hand left my hip, but amazingly, he didn’t jostle me. His now freed palm slapped over my mouth just as he slammed back inside me.

My shout was muffled.

“You won’t throw me away.”

I cried out, the rough words reached through my chest, even though I didn’t understand them. Did he mean now? Or like in general? Was he intending to keep both of us? Would he want to have his undead cake and eat it too?

His next thrust was so hard his balls slapped against the back of my thighs punishingly, forcing thoughts to fade until there was only hunger.

Deep, guttural groans came with each of his thrusts. His fingers squeezed my hip, flexing. Like when he’d taken me in front of all those vampires. His touch held desperation. But I didn’t get why he was acting like this. He was choosing Imogen.

The palm on my mouth pulled my head back, forcing me into an arch. Electrical pulses fired through my nerve endings, causing my thighs to tremble. Numbness crept up from my toes. The wet sounds of his thick shaft sliding in and out of me threw me over the edge. My pussy gripped onto him with a vise-like grip, wringing my channel with the ecstasy of my release. His cock spasmed inside me. Jax moaned, but he didn’t stop pumping his hips in a slow glide.

The swell tapered off and my arms trembled from holding myself up. Jax lowered my knees to the hard surface. I dropped my head, panting.

His hard drag of breath reached my ears. The sound of it irked me. How dare he sound breathless? How dare he touch me?How dare he make me want him? I flexed my fingers against the groove adorning the edge of the bench, still not strong enough to push myself upright.

“You have to fuck me from the back to make yourself feel better?” I spat out, glaring down at the ground. “Can’t accept that you want human pussy. A weak, spinless, human.” My lip trembled the slightest bit, so I bit it. He brought this nasty, edgy side out of me.

Instead of saying anything, he grabbed my waist and settled me on the seat, straightened my shirt, and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

Then he was gone.

“Jerk,” I hissed into the quiet night. Jumping to my feet, I tugged the hem of my shirt down, but it didn’t cover anything.

I stormed into the house, the cold air chilling my ass, while I kept the front of my shirt so low that my boobs strained for freedom.

Tobias raised an eyebrow, pausing on the stairs as he descended.

“What happened to you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I shouted and beelined for Asher’s room.

Loud intense thumpinglulled me from my nap. Last morning I’d spent hours into the day typing away, so a nap had been sorely needed. I stretched my arms up and yawned.