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Pleasure makes me lose focus and the feel of Karev’s teeth nipping my neck while he groans next to my ear is all-consuming. There is no time to think; only to feel and experience. I’ll gladly surrender to my mate while reaping the fruits of bliss he gives me in waves.

I’m rambling and not making any sense, but who cares? I’ve never felt as grounded and perfect as I do within this moment. No right or wrong, no good or evil, no jealousy, anger, problems, or pressing matters. Bliss and perfection. A rarity of forging a bond between fated mates. A unity.

Another scream of pleasure rips from me, highlighted by a stream of red fire. I can feel my pussy clamp down on Karev’s cock. He thrusts deeper inside me and falls forward, giving me his full weight as he bellows out his pleasure. Pleasure I feel pulsing hot and hard inside my body.

We’re both breathing hard. Hearts racing, bodies slick, and I feel as if Karev is crushing me with his weight. Yet, there’s no other place I want to be than completely covered with his strong body.

“Fucking magnificent,” Karev mutters, and then his voice becomes louder. “Damn. We did destroy the room.”

“You two done in there?” Sevrin’s voice comes from outside the door.

The water is still seeping in from under the door.

“Go away,” Karev snaps.

Sevrin’s voice sounds as if he’s annoyed when he bellows, “VP, I really fucking want to, but if you two keep going at it like you did the first time? Then there won’t be a clubhouse left. The second time wasn’t as hot, though. So, maybe you two are safe to fuck without burning down the whole damn place. Otherwise, it’s outside fucking from here on out...or build yourself a damn cast iron firebox or something.”

“Oops,” I whisper.

Karev glances down at me and grins. “Sounds like we need to make us a sex-shack.”

A giggle slips from me while Karev barks out a laugh. His cock slides out of me due to the movement of our bodies. Wetness seeps out and it makes me wince, feeling the soreness between my legs.

As an immortal, one might think the healing ability would cover this part too. Which also makes me realize I’m not a virgin anymore, and I’m mated. Holy shit...I breathed fire.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

– KAREV –

The grin on my face is fueled by the supremacy running through my veins. There’s power humming under my skin, and it feels as if I’m supercharged. A result of completing the bond between me and my eternal mate.

Lea is still sleeping on the bed. My room is completely covered in coal soot. After the shower we took together, I pulled some fresh sheets from the closet to make the bed. Lea looked tired and I wanted her to rest. She crawled under the covers and fell asleep in two heartbeats. I grabbed my tablet and did some research in an online library digitalized book on Roman history.

My mind is still spinning a hundred miles an hour. The first time I claimed my mate and felt the barbs shoot from my cock to stay rooted inside her was fucking intense. Then, taking her again was more fuel on the fire we both sparked and hotwired into supernova. The first and only pussy I’ve felt wrapped around my cock, and the only one for the rest of eternity.

I glance at my sleeping mate once more before silently stepping out of the room. The wooden door is still wet from the water Sevrin circled the room with to contain the fire Lea and I created during our fuckfest.

“The smile on your face might help making the cringy shit I had to do somewhat worth it,” Sevrin grumbles as I step into church.

A bark of laughter rips from me. “Appreciate it, brother. Though, in the moment I couldn’t care less if the whole clubhouse burned to a crisp.”

Sevrin snorts. “Everyone is highly aware, VP.”

I take a seat at the table and ask, “Any news about the situation her father is in?”

“Nope. We’ve asked around, no one knows shit about a hellhound causing trouble for Calvania. Which means the man has kept it under wraps.”

Nodding at Prez’s words, I add, “Makes sense. Like Lea mentioned, if Drexel almost ripped his head off a few months ago? Then he’d lose face and a whole load of other supernaturals would step up to try and take his place.”

Sevrin bobs his head. “Especially if he needed so damn long to heal.”

“And why he’s looking for an alpha hellhound. Which also makes me wonder why Drexel hasn’t gone after the fucker while he was in a vulnerable position, or why he didn’t finish the job,” I mutter.

“Do you think Alora kept it to herself that Drexel is indeed her fated mate when she rejected him?” Sevrin asks.

I take a few heartbeats to think. “It sure as fuck gives some sense to him not finishing the job to rip her father’s head off. He would still need her or the torment to claim her wouldn’t stop. Also, if she rejected him? It would explain her rage and obsession for me since she would need a hellhound to somewhat fill the void of the gaping hole she created by rejecting a mate.”

Sevrin raises one of his eyebrows. “Wait. So, you’re saying in theory Drexel could take one of Alora’s sisters to fuck and force a bond in some way?”