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“Harder,” he demands. “I want to come in your mouth as you do in mine.” His voice is muffled by my pussy. The heat from his words floods over me.

“Please,” I beg. I wiggle my hips, needing to be as close as possible.

“You will come when I do,” he rasps.

I hold his cock with one hand and slide him into my mouth, sucking.

He doubles his efforts as a reward. I try to concentrate on him. It takes everything in me to stay on task. I feel the deep pull of my orgasm just out of reach. I love how he feels on my tongue, the steel under softness. I squeeze harder and hollow out my cheeks, taking him as deep as possible.

His hands are gripping my hips in a punishing grip. My cheetah pushes forward, and I know she is in my eyes, enjoying the sensual assault our mate is giving us. She wants him as much as I do.

His cock swells in my mouth, and I hum.

“Come,” he snarls quickly before attacking my pussy.

That’s all the permission I need to let go. I close my eyes, still sucking, and euphoria takes over me.

I distantly hear him shout and jerk. Hot come floods my mouth, dripping down my chin. My body shakes, my hips grind, and my arms collapse.

Elijah tenderly moves me to lay beside him and crawls over me. My glazed eyes meet his satisfied ones. He straddles me; his hands braced on the bed on either side of my head. He tilts his head as he focuses his attention on my mouth.

He puts all his weight on his left hand and raises his right. His finger trails over my chin where his come dripped. He scoops the drops and holds the digit to my lips.

“Open,” he commands. I part my lips. “Suck.” My mouth surrounds his finger, pulling it deep. Sucking up every drop. “Good, Kitty Cat,” he purrs.

My pussy spasms. He hovers over me with heavy eyes. I can see his animal in them, watching, waiting.

“Your cheetah likes me,” I state.

“He does. He wants to meet yours.”

“Mine is very impatient. She thinks I am wasting time.” She wants me to complete the bond, but the human side of me thinks it’s too soon.

“We don’t have to rush this. I want to get to know you. Don’t get me wrong—I would complete it now if you wanted to.”

“Are you that sure? What if you don’t like what you learn about me?” Logically, I know it’s normal for shifters to move fast. To commit for the rest of our lives as one. My heart is bruised, though.

“I could say the same about me to you.” His palm rests on my neck.

“That doesn’t hold you back, though,” I state.

“Maybe it should. But I just don’t give a fuck.” He watches his hand squeeze lightly. “I won’t let you go. I will do anything to convince you to stay with me.”

“I don’t think it’s going to take much,” I admit softly.

A smile curves his lips. The smile turns to a frown, and his head snaps up. A low snarl leaves him.

“Fucking vampire,” he spits, jumping from the bed. He shoves his legs into his jeans and points at me. “Get dressed. Do not shower. I want you to smell like me.” He storms from the room.

I slowly scoot to the edge of the bed and stand. My legs are still shaky from what we just shared. Maybe I should be pissed he demanded to leave his scent all over my body. But I find myself thrilled. I guess it depends on who is possessive of you.

I use the bathroom and find more of his clothes to put on. I desperately need to buy some clothes. My heart protests, though, perfectly happy to keep wearing my mate's clothes. I love his smell—it gives me comfort.

My usual steady emotions have been all over the place since meeting Elijah. I can hide them so easily. Being around him gives me the safety to let them out. He’s already so dedicated to me. I see in his face, his actions, and even his scent. I shouldn’t feel so safe considering Grant is still searching for me, and the future is so uncertain.

I hear Elijah growling something at Bash as I leave the room. They are standing at the bottom of the porch, glaring at each other.

“What’s going on?” I slide next to Elijah, leaning into his side, looping my finger in is pants pocket, hoping to ease the tension.