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Idon’t expect him to wait a moment longer than he has to. But he doesn’t stop the second we’re back within the secluded wall of foliage that cuts the house off from the rest of the garden.

He doesn’t stop when we reach the lounge chairs that have been left in their flat positions—by me. For this.

He hauls open the door and takes me inside.

My objection to wasting any more time is stolen by the presence of a table loaded beyond a reasonable weight capacity with food.

“Where did that come from?”

But Lochdon doesn’t answer me. He kisses me again and I’m not about to complain when he finally starts to undress me.

He pulls my wet ceremonial dress off of me and his clothes hit the floor with a heavy thwack a moment later. And it’s my turn to be surprised.

I can see the change in his spots. His body and arms are still covered in the same blue, but his shoulders… that blue has turned to a color that mimics my skin. It looks… peachy.

“Looks like fate wanted everyone to know you’re mine, too.” I don’t understand how, but I love it.

“Good. I want the whole universe to know.” He kisses me, holding me tight against his body.

“We should eat,” he tells me when he draws back.

Plucking a berry from a tray, he puts it in my mouth and then, he picks me up, setting me where a plate should go, and drops to his knees.

He looks at the food to me and says, “If you eat, I eat.”

I don’t think I’m hungry, but I grab something without looking and pop it in my mouth.

As soon as it touches my tongue, his tongue parts my pussy.

He watches me as he spreads me wide and as soon as I swallow, he stops. Brows quirking in an unspoken challenge, he watches my hand as I pluck another berry from the plate. This time, I place it on my tongue, rolling it the way I want him to—

I have to catch the berry with my teeth as I gasp. He flicks and sucks at my clit. Just once, Still watching and waiting.

I eat, he eats… until all I can do is drop my head back and try not to curse him for continuing to tease me.

He stands, dragging me even closer to the edge of the table.

“I love you, Maggie, my mate.” Holding my thighs, he enters me and I whimper at the familiar fullness.

When his mouth goes to my neck and his teeth graze my mating bite, I whisper. “My mate.”

He groans and bites me again, thrusting as his venom fills me.

It’s different this time. There’s no pain, only the bright, sharp feeling of pressure.

The dizzy feeling lasts longer and each thrust of Lochdon’s cock makes me squeeze down even tighter on him.

I feel like I could dissolve in pleasure.

His every touch, every movement, feels more intense and I love every second of it.

I tell him I love him, not sure if I’m screaming or merely mouthing the words.

He loves me too.

I don’t know if I hear the words or feel them, but when I come, the whole table moves. When I come, food goes tumbling and it feels like Lochdon’s embrace is the only thing keeping me from coming apart.

He jerks and groans as the warmth of the second venom courses through me.

Filling my veins and my pussy, my mate claims me completely.

Still shuddering, still breathing too heavily, Lochdon pulls back, blood on his lips, eyes heavy and glistening.

“I don’t care how long we live, Peach. It will never be long enough to love you.”

“We’ll try anyway.”