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I loved Jack Grayson.

I think I always had.

Jack used his strength to roll us so he was on top, breaking our kiss. In the dark of the room, his blue eyes glowed as he moved his hips slowly, pressing into me so deep it felt like a part of him would be inside me forever.

“Claim me, Jack.”

His eyes went wide for a second, then his expression softened, and I knew everything I was feeling he felt too. I lifted my head so I could nose along his neck, breathing in his warm honey and salt scent, and then I traced the same path with my tongue. He shuddered, and I felt his cock jump inside me.

“Shit, Cal. I fucking love you.”

A smile stretched my lips, and I pressed it into his skin. “I love you too, Jack.”

“Is this crazy?”

“Maybe. But it feels right.”

“Fuck yes it does, sweetheart.”

I tipped my head, giving Jack access to my saddle patch. “Bite me, Jack. Make me yours. We can figure everything else out later.”

He bent his head and scraped his teeth over the darker, sensitive skin. My heart leaped in my chest. Jack pulled away for a second, working his hips and thrusting into me, my orgasm building, and then he leaned forward again, trapping my cock between our bodies. The sensation was electric, and the precum leaking from my slit eased the slide.

Jack turned my head and pressed my cheek to the mattress as he raked his teeth over my saddle patch over and over until it felt like my skin was on fire in the best way. The second he let me go, bending to put his mouth to my neck, I called just enough of my orca forward to sharpen my teeth. My teeth pierced the skin of Jack’s neck the second his shark teeth pierced mine, and I came, my cock jerking and covering our stomachs with cum. The heat of Jack’s release filled my ass, and I reveled in it. Our mate bond slid into place, and I felt Jack’s pleasure echo back to me. I licked over the claiming bite I’d given him as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, the orgasm going on and on and on like waves battering the shore. Jack’s tongue lapped over his bite, and as I finally came back to myself, the tide of our claiming orgasm ebbing, I had the overwhelming desire to see the bite.

But I also didn’t want to get up.

I’d never felt safer or more content, and with our claiming bond in place, I felt the same emotions from Jack’s end of the bond. My fingers traced lazy circles over his skin, and he rested his head on my chest, and for a long time, that’s how we stayed, Jack’s cock still deep inside me, our bond and his body warming me from the inside out.

A strange sense of nervous anticipation pulled me out of the moment. It wasn’t my emotion I was feeling, though. It was Jack’s.

“What’s wrong?”

Jack pushed up on his hands, his soft cock finally slipping from my body. “Why do you think something’s wrong?”

“I think that’s going to be the worst part of this bond.” Jack cocked his head. “We can’t lie to each other anymore.”

“Fuck. I didn’t think about that. Guess it’s too late to take it back now.”

My fingers found the healing bite in the middle of my saddle patch. “Yep. So stop being a dick, and tell me what’s up.”

Jack rolled off me and flopped onto his back, an arm flung over his face. “I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

JACK

Cal rolledonto his side and pulled the duvet up over both of us. I felt his gaze on me before he spoke. “No shit, Sherlock. I’ve known that since the moment you showed up in Seattle. It’s kind of your MO.”

I groaned. “Are you going to bust my balls for the rest of our lives?” Secretly, I was grateful it felt like nothing had changed, even though we both knew everything had. Through our freshly minted bond, I could feel the enormity of Cal’s love, and it helped me relax.

“Absolutely.”

“Wonderful. As long as you know that goes both ways.”

Cal found my hand and twined our fingers together. “I do. And for the record, it’s one of my favorite things about us.”

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