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My throat dries out as my body moves of its own accord. He delves into his jeans pocket from beside us, retrieving a condom a moment later, and my eyes grow wide. I was about to do as he commanded without even considering protection.

“You used this last time, right?” I ask, nerves tingling through me as I wait with bated breath for his response.

“Of course. You would know if I didn’t,” he grunts, and I lift off him just enough for him to sheath his dick.

“What does that mean?” I frown, the question lost on him as he grabs my waist, lining me up with his length before thrusting inside me. He pulls me down hard, making me groan as my head falls back with ecstasy.

All I can feel is him. I’m full, so fucking full, and he doesn’t wait a single beat for me to adjust as he tightens his hold on my waist, lifting me and dropping me on his dick over and over again. My body heats, goosebumps ghosting over my skin as I press my palms into his shoulders and dig my knees into the carpet.

He wanted me to show him I wanted it too, yet he’s taking all of the control. His hold at my waist doesn’t slack, but his movements slow as he offers me a chance to gain the power between us. We both know he’s offering it. For how long, I don’t know, so I grind down on him, grinning at the curse that falls from his mouth as I try to match the pace he had just set.

I slam down on his length again and again, crying out every time as he fills me completely. I’m intoxicated by him, but the confusion over what he meant a moment ago still lingers in my brain.

“How would I know?” I ask, my pace unwavering as he frowns at me. “If you didn’t use one last time. How would I know?” I reiterate, his eyes darkening, and I know at that moment that his answer is going to knock me off my feet.

His fingers press deeper into my waist as he regains control, forcing me to rise and fall on his cock like a ragdoll made solely for his pleasure. I almost like the idea of that as pleasure licks over my skin until his answer echoes in my ears.

“It means if I didn’t wear one, I’m pretty sure I would have marked you as mine.”

My eyes widen in surprise, my jaw falling slack as I gape at him. Our eyes clash a split second before his mouth crushes against mine and I succumb to another orgasm. It tears through me, hard and fast, prolonging as I feel his movements stutter and his cock pulse inside me a moment later.

I cling to him as we topple over the edge together, my limbs weak and exhausted as I rest my head on his shoulder. I have no idea how long we sit like this, basking in the energy between us, before he shifts to press his lips against my neck.

I lift my head and his mouth follows after me, trailing up my throat and over my pulse in slow, purposeful moves. It’s tantalizing until he nips at my delicate skin, making me shriek.

Glaring at him, I shiver at the sight of his dark eyes swirling with emotions I have no desire to tangle with right now. Clearing my throat, I shift in his lap, biting back a moan at the loss of his cock when he retreats, and to my surprise, he lets me go.

He stares up at me with a grin that shouldn’t look so sinful as I fold my arms over my chest and glare at him.

“I still don’t like you,” I grumble, making his grin widen.

“The feeling is mutual, Alpha.”

FORTY-THREE

ADDI

Ihaven’t dared asked him for confirmation, but I feel thoroughly fucked, so I’m certain I look it no matter how much I’ve tried to shield the fact. I rebraided my hair and opted to wear fitted combat pants tucked into flat, black combat boots, with a long-sleeved white tee and my adapted corset beneath my leather jacket.

If anyone remembers me from the night Leticia challenged me to a duel, I’m sure they’ll recognize the shimmer of daggers around my waist too. The only difference this time is every single one of them is made of silver. Since I know where I’m going, I can plan accordingly.

“I’m sure we can get there some other way,” I grumble, pouting at the wolf standing toe to toe with me, back to his usual grizzly self.

“You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” I’m sure he’s right, but he’s not the one left with the nausea churning inside of them.

“Do you not have access to a vehicle?” I press, hoping for something else, and he cocks a brow at me.

“Why would that be necessary?” The challenge flashes in his eyes. Since he can use his wolf speed, it makes sense it wouldn’t be needed, but that’s beside the point.

“The vampires drive around in flashy cars, and they have vampire speed,” I retort, and he rolls his eyes.

“The vampires are assholes. I’m not. Now, come on,” he grumbles, offering me his hand again. I can sense the tension growing around him, probably regretting the extension of courtesy instead of just grabbing me and running like he’s done previously.

Fuck.

“Fine. Get it over with,” I mumble, my stomach clenching in preparation, and he wastes no time wrapping his fingers around mine and pulling me in close.

The world shifts a second later and I press my face into his chest, trying to shield myself from the sickness I know is coming. He stops quicker than expected, and I’m relieved to note that the waves of nausea aren’t as bad this time.