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“I know, Nikolai. Don’t fight it. I choose you, too. And I will choose you again every day for the rest of our lives.”

I didn’t fight. I surrendered.

Gentle fingers tilted my head to the side and exposed my neck.

“I’m yours. Forever, Jules,” a voice sobbed. I was confused because it was my own.

He kissed the spot where my neck met my shoulder. Then he bit me.

The orgasm tore up my universe. I imploded into a million tiny pieces and reformed in an instant. Jules swam before my eyes. But this time, it wasn’t tears that blinded me. He solidified in my arms, and I didn’t know where my body ended or his began. We were one.

“Bunny!” he moaned around my flesh and sank his teeth deeper into my skin, drawing blood.

“Oh fuuuck!” My climax went on.How is that possible?My cock twitched between us, rope after rope of cum slicking our bodies even more.

He pulled off, and I watched him biting down on his tongue in slow motion. My blood coated his lips and his—darker than the summer wine he made—pulsed from the wound. Jules pressed his mouth back on the spot where he had bit me. He sucked and licked and mixed our blood. Tingles shot through my body from my neck. Like soft electric pulses, they zapped through me, making me shudder and groan.

“Baby, that feels so fucking good.”

I had finally stopped coming, but Jules didn’t pull out. He moved again. Rolling his hips against my ass, he kept his mouth latched on my skin, every swirl of his tongue exquisite torture to my aching dick.

His bark-like length drove me wild, and I felt my arousal tenfold. It was an ancient feeling, dark and dangerous, yet so pure it made my heart sing. His hand hitched under my knee, pushing it up and opening me for his pounding.

Jules released me and raised his body up just enough so he could see my face. Blood dripped from his lips and down his chin. The gleaming ginger hair was dark and wet and stuck to his sweaty face.

He looked like a deity. My pagan god who I would worship on my knees.

“Bunny,” he rasped and brushed a hand over my cheek, his soft caress so at odds with the blood smeared on his face. “My mate.” Jules smiled as tears filled his beautiful eyes. “I will devote the rest of my days to being the man who deserves to be your mate.”

“Baby, you already are. If anything it’s me who doesn’t deserve—”

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Jules

“No!”

Nikolai’s eyes flew open at the finality in my voice.

“You deserve to be treated like aking, Bunny. And I will make sure that you will be.”

“Baby, that’s not what I want.” His smile was gentle, his tone genuine. “All I want is to be with you, Jules.”

After all the tears he had shed it felt strange to be the one who wept.

Nikolai guided our lips to meet. I was sure there was still blood on my face. I’d known, deep down, how to mate with him. Instinct had guided me through the process, with the itch to bite and the need to give him my blood, too. The taste of his blood had almost sent me into a state of frenzy. Letting go was the hardest thing I had ever done.

A slick tongue prodded my lips to open. He craved the connection just like I did.

“You drank my blood?” He asked me when we backed out of the kiss.

“Yes, Bunny. Did it scare you?”

“Maybe it should have, but no. It was so hot, baby.”

His eyes slid down our entwined bodies, to where my length was still buried in his tight body.

Does he realise I haven’t come yet?