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Cassandra moans, her hips thrusting up. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head. She gasps, her eyes flashing with challenge.
“Mine,” I growl, and Cassandra bares her teeth at me.
“Yours,” she vows, and my control snaps.
I capture her lips, swallowing her cries as I thrust inside her. Cassandra moans, her core stretching and throbbing around me. I couldn’t wait and from how she soaks my cock, neither could she.
I release her wrists and her hands skate down my back, her nails digging into the skin. I growl, thrusting deeper.
Cassandra’s back arches, her head thrown back and I trail kisses along her jaw, her pulse pounding beneath my lips.
I sink my fangs into the bold vein above her breast, the one that will bind her to me, and Cassandra cries out. Pleasure rushes through me, and Cassandra clings to me, her core pulsing and throbbing with her release.
I release her neck, licking the wound closed. Cassandra’s eyes are hazy with pleasure and her cheeks are flushed. Her blood is richer than wine on my tongue, yet I pull back and drag a nail deep across my own heart vein. My blood wells up and some of the haze clears from her eyes. I cup the back of her head and bring her lips to my chest.
“Claim me, my love.” My voice is haggard. She doesn’t hesitate, pressing her lips against the bleeding cut and sucking hard. I nearly come from that alone.
Cassandra releases her hold, her tongue sweeping across the cut as if savoring every drop. I roll us, and Cassandra gasps, sitting upright. She braces her palms against my chest, her core clenching around me.
“Ride your mate, little witch.” I cup her hips, my thumbs rubbing against the soft skin.
Cassandra bites her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she begins to move. My mate is a temptress, a goddess of temptation. A goddess I plan to worship daily. Her hips swirl, her nails scraping down my chest.
I growl, thrusting my hips up. Cassandra moans, her core throbbing.
“Ashe,” she cries, her hips circling again. Her breasts bounce with her movements, and I reach up, cupping them and rolling her tight nipples. Cassandra throws her head back, her hips rising and falling, grinding against me.
I sit up, my hands guiding her hips. Cassandra wraps her arms around my neck, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I kiss her, swallowing her cries as I meet her thrust for thrust. Pleasure builds at the base of my spine, and Cassandra’s core throbs and pulses.
“Cassandra,” I growl, breaking the kiss and burying my face against her neck. I’m close but I refuse to give in without feeling her coming on my cock. I sink my fangs into her neck.
Cassandra screams, her core throbbing as pleasure catapults her over the edge. Her orgasm pulls me with her, my release exploding through me.
I release her neck, licking the wounds closed. Cassandra slumps against me, her heart beating in time with mine.
I roll us again, cradling my mate against my chest. Cassandra sighs, her leg sliding between mine, her fingers tracing patterns along my chest.
“I love you,” she murmurs, her words slurred and sleep heavy.
I kiss her forehead, her hair a waterfall against my skin. “I love you, Cassandra. My mate. My witch.”
My mate sighs, her breathing evening out. I listen as her heart beats a love song. My little witch is asleep, and I pull the blankets over us, cocooning us against the world.
Nothing will tear Cassandra from my arms, no matter how strong or persistent the threat may be.
I swear it.
Chapter Ten
ASHE
Inavigate us to the patio, my senses heightened, every nerve tingling with anticipation. The midday sun casts dappled shadows through the grand windows, bathing the estate in a soft, ethereal glow. Around me, the chatter of the luncheon guests fills the air, a symphony of polite conversation and tinkling laughter that belies the tension simmering beneath the surface.
Cassandra walks beside me, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the swirling currents of tension rising in me. I clamp it down, making sure she doesn’t sense any of it through our bond. She’s already nervous enough. At least she isn’t the only one obviously nervous, since the rest of the guests are fluttering around the area like anxious hens. Except these hens both crave and fear the attention of the fox.
Rhys, to Giuliani’s chagrin, is holding court on the far side of the long, stone dining table set for lunch. It doesn’t seem to bother Aeternaphiel, as he drifts through the guests. The archangel moves amongst his guests with the effortless grace of a predator stalking its prey. His eyes, sharp and calculating, sweep over the assembled company, missing nothing as he holds court with the ease of a man accustomed to command. Yet he gives up their attention to Rhys, seeming unperturbed that he is not everyone’s focus.
