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Neither of uswantedto fight it.

“Fuck,” he panted as he eased into me. “This feels…”

“Different, huh?”

“Yeah.” He tenderly smiled and pushed in deeper.

With the joining of our bodies, that hot restlessness faded. I finally felt whole. He slowly thrust back and forth, giving me languid kisses. I licked the seam of his mouth and rolled my hips up, grinning when he groaned against my lips.

“There’s something else we gotta do to complete the ritual,” I said, staring up into his cognac eyes. “It’s not just sex.”

“You have to bite me and drink some of my blood.”

“How did you know?”

“Bellamy told me this morning when he was cutting my hair.” Mason kissed the spot below my ear, rocking into me. “I’m okay with it. Anything to make you mine forever.”

The mention of Bellamy reminded me of what I’d overheard in Alastair’s study. Was Phoenix really Bell’s mate? The thought was wild. Surely, I had misunderstood. If it was true, the fates had a screwed up sense of humor.

“Hey, come back to me.” Mason tipped my chin up. “Am I that lousy of a lay that you zone out?”

“Don’t be silly.” I slapped his ass cheek and squeezed. “You’re the best sex of my life, Sir Hawk.”

“I thought I was Wendy Darling?”

My giggle broke off into a whimper as his thick cock nudged my prostate. I dug my nails into his back and arched up into him, seeking more. He took me harder, and his kisses deepened. His heart beat in sync with mine.

Our souls danced.

My husband. My mate. Emotion clogged in my throat.

I pushed against his chest, using my strength to roll him to his back. I seated myself on his lap and took him back inside of me. He rubbed up my chest before shifting to a sitting position, propping his back against the wall. His hands moved to my shoulder blades, and I trembled as his fingers dipped into my wing slits.

Moaning, I lowered my face to his and nuzzled his cheek. My body purred. Vibrated.

“Show me your wings, angel,” Mason murmured against my lips.

Once he moved his hands, I freed them. He adoringly caressed the feathers before slowly bringing our mouths together. His hard cock pumped up into me as we kissed, bringing us closer to the edge. A tingle traveled down my spine. I was close. He released a deep groan, a sign he was too.

Before we came, I needed to—

“Bite me,” he panted, exposing his neck. “Please.”

I softly kissed his Adam’s apple, loving the way he shuddered. But it wasn’t from fear. He trusted me. He knew I would never hurt him. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me either. Gently so it wouldn’t shock him, I pierced his skin. As his blood touched my tongue, I moaned and drank deeper.

He tasted so damn good.

“That’s it, angel.” Mason cupped the back of my head. He trembled beneath me. “Ah, fuck. I’m coming.”

His cock pulsed, and his muscles tightened. I rode him faster, our bodies slapping together. A rough sound tore from my throat as my orgasm crashed over me. An orgasm that went on and on. Warm jets shot from my cock, and my ass clamped down on him. With his blood and cum inside me, the binding of our souls was complete. The pleasure from that was indescribable.

“I think…” Mason groaned so deep his voice cracked. “Goddamn. I think I feel your pleasure too.”

“You do. It’s our connection.” I dropped my head to his shoulder and rode the waves of orgasm. “I feel yours too.”

“Jesus Christ. No wonder your brothers have sex with their mates so much.” Another groan, this one raspy. “Fuck. I don’t ever want to stop.”

Eventually, the pleasure faded, leaving us as breathless heaps on the bed. Mason’s arms came around me, and I held him too, enclosing him in my wings.