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My orgasm shatters over me in trembling waves that leave me curled into his chest as he continues to pound his own release against mine.

Cutting breaths part my lips while my lashes flutter with a hooded look clouding my eyes. His own sated gaze stares back at me, a sexy look I’ve never seen in his pretty irises before.

Fuck, he’s sexy.

We sit quietly, both of us mostly clothed while we caress the hot planes of each other’s bodies.

It’s . . . almost nice.

As long as neither of us speak, we might actually like each other.

Who knew?

That tugging demand on my heart rears up inside me, and I close my eyes against the pain of it. It’s like heartache.

That’s probably what it really is.

When fated mates are close, but not touching, your heart feels it. It’s a sharp pain like a knife dividing your soul inch by inch, but it’ll never fully be severed.

I hate that feeling. Especially right now. While everything is so close to perfect for once in my life. I hate it so fucking much.

Because it means Krave is here.

And he wants to see me.

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Come 4 Krave

Krave

The noise in my head starts to scatter around the room in the form of chanting smoky illusions. Transparent people circle me; they’re my own thoughts, but it’s easier for me to think when I export them into the open. Making space in my mind is something I have to focus on, and if I want her to remember I exist at all, I’ll need to focus.

Why does she make me chase her like this? It is a fun game, I’ll admit. One she’s put me through for years.

But two years’ worth of glittering blue balls is not a good time. Not at all.

“Aries,” I whisper like a song. Sometimes I try to summon her the way she summons me, but our relationship is very one-sided.

“Aries,” I sing once more, my voice getting lost in the chants of my friends stomping around me in fumes of inky smoke.

“Ari—”

The polished office door flings open so hard, I’m afraid the hinges might burst on impact.

“What! What do you want, Krave?” Her screaming anger sends a sensual shiver down my spine, and I see it the moment she notices my thoughts circling me.

Her anger dissolves into muddled confusion.

Three child-sized demons stride circles around me from where I sit cross-legged on the floor. Each one of them hold signs like a protestor prepared to stand up for what they deserve.

The signs read:

Come

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