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JAX

Her cunt was mine.I thrust my cock deep into her pussy once more. She squeezed me again, wringing the last of my cum. My balls drew up tight. She drained the fuck out of me. I exhaled through my gritted teeth. I had to force a careful mask over my face. Uncaring, angry—as I’d always been.

Catalina slumped forward, her face nearing the ground until her spine arched beautifully. I ran my palm up her back, grazing, touching, claiming. She groaned and her pussy fluttered around my cock, prodding him to revive.

I was obsessed with this woman.

A low groan caught my attention to a male vampire palming his cock.

He was one of Alistair’s Progeny. I cataloged his face. Alistair was bound to want something, and I would exchange it for the life of this male.

It wasn’t hard to look pissed off.

All those fucking eyes. They watched me fuck her and lose myself in her. They craved what was not theirs. I clasped her to me, my cock slipping out of her pussy and she gasped as my cum leaked out of her.

I turned her in my arms and her palms pressed into my chest as she leaned into me trustingly. It felt like something constricted in my chest. I scowled and stared down at her upturned face.

I made sure not to let a drop of her blood fall. None other than my Coven would taste this woman. She belonged to us and only us. Until she no longer existed.

As lust faded, awareness spilled through her eyes and her brown eyes flicked nervously.

I nestled her face into the crook of my neck. Her panting tapered off in increments. The sick bastard from the Foxbrooke Coven approached.

He would request his turn.

No.

A snarl rumbled in my chest. Asher intercepted the male, but it wouldn’t be long before he was on his way toward me.

I pulled her away from my chest, my fingers flexing on her fragile arms. She stared at me trustingly. Words of comfort hovered on my lips.

I could not stand watching her suffer at others’ hands. And I could not offer her my blood or hold her the way I’d please. Too many observed us with eagle eyes.

I pressed my thumb into her throat. It would not dissuade him, but it would give me a reason to take her away from here. Her eyebrows furrowed and she gripped my wrists, her tugging turned more desperate with each attempt she made at freedom.

“No, Jax,” she whispered, fear and betrayal soaking her tone. Her eyes filled with tears. She believed I was about to kill her. Truly believed it.

I gritted my teeth, sneering.

Her doe eyes became frightened as they began to close.

She thrashed in my arms. Clawing at my arms, gouging me. My Kitten became still—safe. In time for Charles to get away from Asher’s chatter.

I tossed her over my shoulder. Her limp body flopping. As inconspicuously as I could, I tugged her stupid dress down to cover her pert ass. An ass that should have only been seen by us. I gritted my teeth.

I kept my gaze focused in front of me. If I saw any expressions gazing with lust, I would lose it and begin slaughtering, starting a feud between us and the Covens of all the vampires present.

Bad fucking idea with the enemies circling Crimson Coven.

THIRTY-NINE

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Sleep faded in increments,aided by the low voices murmuring close by. I was extra warm and toasty.

“Even though we can’t turn her, we can extend her life by having her stay with us. You saw the Ashvale Sire’s Pet. She kept him for two centuries before the human disintegrated,” Ren said.

“Two centuries . . .” Asher hummed.