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Story: The Hellbeast's Betrayal
He lifted his head enough to kiss me, making me moan in happiness against him.
Then once he pulled back, he went about cleaning up the mess he had made, using the corner of my jacket to do it and making me tease,
“I guess I am not wearing that tomorrow.”
He winked at me, and said,
“Maybe this Beastman wants to mark you as my own, so no one dares think otherwise.”
“I think they know, love,” I answered, and I could tell that he liked hearing the endearment.
“Hmm, I don’t know about that, as that Viking God spends more time staring at you than I like.”
I froze before damning the man for never missing a thing. Which forced me to keep my tone casual when I told him,
“It’s nothing, he’s just a friend.”
“Yes, well as long as the blonde bastard knows that, then we don’t have a problem.”
His hard response prompted me to say,
“Yes, well even if he didn’t, we wouldn’t have a problem anyway… because I am yours, remember?”
“Like I would fucking forget, damn near obsessed with you, Red,” he said, making me smirk before teasing,
“Near obsessed?”
“Okay, fine, I am obsessed… happy, my smug little dancer?”
I grinned wide, pulling him back down next to me and turning my body side-on into his. Then I leaned over to kiss him, telling him,
“Would it help if I told you I was obsessed first?”
His grin now matched that of my own.
“Yeah, it does. But now it’s time I get my beautiful obsession to sleep.” To which I replied with a yawn.
“I’m not tired.”
He laughed.
“Could have fooled me, sweetheart.”
I grinned and snuggled in close, laying my head in that nook under his arm and half on his chest. The sound of his easy breaths and rhythmic heartbeat soon lured me under. But before I fully fell asleep, I felt him kiss the top of my head and tell me,
“Sleep, my love.”
His soft voice was the last thing I heard, yet this wasn’t all he said, as soon as I gave him the rest of my weight, telling him I was asleep, he told me,
“Can’t waitto make you my wife.”
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ALWAYS ONE TO RUIN THE PARTY
“Well, I have to admit, I didn’t expect us to be doing this,” I said.
We were now sitting around the large fire pit as people danced to music that was being played by Marcus. In fact, seeing him with his violin once again, reminded me of being back in time, when I was on stage as he played.
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