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There’s not much left; I can tell that, but I’m not sure if he can. His thick, hard cock slams into my body while I climax helplessly, the orgasms beginning to take a heavier toll. After a few more, it feels like I’m getting numb. I can’t take much more, but I’m not in control, he is. I couldn’t stop the thrusts if my life depended on it.

“One more, then I’ll leave you dripping with my seed,” he commands.

I feel like I’m already dripping, but I’m not sure if it’s his cum or my arousal. He slaps my ass a few times, each impact vibrating into my core. That’s enough to rattle another orgasm from my mostly spent body. The toll leaves me weak, my legs spreading as I struggle to hold myself up now that I’m dangling from one of his hands clamped around my hip.

“No,” he snarls, pulling me back into position and slamming his cock into me. “I’m not done with you yet, mate.”

His hand returns to the bruises his fingers left behind, and he holds me steady while he pistons his length into me. More pressure bubbles and I can tell it’s going to be a big one. It gets so tight my toes curl and uncurl while I take every hard thrust.

Then something breaks inside me. Something that shatters everything, even my soul. I climax on his length, and as I do, I feel him throbbing.

“Victor!” I scream. “Oh god, Victor!”

“Yes! Taryn!” he roars, driving his dick as deep as it will go. It throbs several times before I feel his hot seed. “Scream for me!”

I scream his name so loud there’s a good chance the entire neighborhood hears me. I’m glad I’m the only one home, or Frank and Melinda would think I was being murdered. His seed floods my tormented passage and I orgasm helplessly on his pulsating cock.

I’m definitely spent now. Broken by pleasure. Unraveled by something my body craved more than anything else in the world: my mate. I don’t fully understand what that means, but I know it means something world changing. My world will never be the same.

“Now you’ve been broken and claimed,” he proclaims proudly, leaning forward until his lips are against my ear. “Which means you’re ready for my mark.”

“Your mark?” I murmur, barely conscious, sinking into the mattress when he releases his grip on my hips.

“Proof that you belong to me,” his deep voice rumbles through my ruined body. “Once you’re marked, I’ll always be able to find you, even if I lose your scent. My instincts demand this.”

I feel his lips against my upper back, then his teeth. I don’t have the energy to react, even when he bites down and it feels like fangs instead of teeth. There’s pressure, then a sharp sting, and I know he breaks skin. Then his fangs sink deeper into my flesh and I tremble beneath him. Blood runs down my shoulder onto the bed. He licks it off, his saliva making the wound burn.

“You’re mine,” he snarls possessively.

“What instincts? What does it mean?” I gasp from the pain and confusion. “To be yours?”

“It means everything is about to change, Taryn,” he rumbles. “In ways you’ve never imagined.”

He pulls away and I can feel his seed leaking out of me. I can feel the stinging sensations seared into my ass. The burning ache radiating from my back where he marked me.

For a second, I swear I can feel him inside my chest. Not physically, but somehow tangibly present. A second heartbeat. A dark thread pulled tight between us. Beneath it all, a warm feeling blossoms inside me. It feels like all my troubles no longer matter. Like they’ve faded into background noise that I no longer need to hear.

I still don’t fully know what it means to be his.

But I have a feeling I’m going to find out.

CHAPTER 10

Victor

I came here to put an end to this curse, and I did.

And that changed everything.

I don’t have enough experience with magic or curses to understand what happened, exactly. I just know that when the curse broke, I knew with absolute certainty that Taryn was mine. Not only did I feel the pull in the present, but I felt the agony of every moment we’ve been denied while the curse kept us apart.

Every moment she suffered. Every time she was abused and taken advantage of by the people around her. That weighs heavily on my conscience now, because she needed me, and I wasn’t here for her. I was made to be there for her. It’s the entire reason I exist.

She’s sleeping now. I’m sitting by the bed, unable to take my eyes off her. Frank and Melinda came home a few hours ago. Based on what I could hear, they were both drunk, and it didn’t take them long to go to bed.

A part of me wants to creep up the stairs. Find them in their bed and rip out their throats. I’d take great pleasure in listening to the bloody gasps while I explain why their lives have been cut short. But that’s not what my mate needs, and I’d have a hard time calling it justice. It would just be petty revenge that I’d probably regret once the mating bond fully forms.

I’m still watching over my mate when I hear noise upstairs. Enough to know that Frank and Melinda are getting up. I’m not sure if Frank is reopening the diner today or not, but that doesn’t matter. Taryn is done being his slave. She’s under my protection now and nobody will ever take advantage of her again.