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“I’ll never get enough of you.” He starts to move, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding on tight.

With every glide, my teeth ache. My tongue curls over my cuspids, feeling the short yet sharp points. I don’t understand what they mean, but I do understand the emotion filling me.

There’s a voice in the back of my head that says, “Do it. Bite him. Make your mark.”

I lean in, sucking the chunk of flesh into my mouth. He inhales a sharp breath, moving faster, fucking me harder against the door.

“Do it, Beloved. Bite me. Let me have your claim. Please.”

It’s the first time I’ve heard him beg and mean it. I feel his need for it through the bond.

Like a good boy, I listen.

I bite him, having to press harder than I thought I would. His teeth seem to slice into me so effortlessly, unlike mine. When a burst of blood hits my tongue, I know I’ve finally done it.

Alaska’s hips stutter and his fist slams against the door. “Helios! Fuck! Yes, that’s it. Fuck, that’s it. Oh god, that feels—” His claws scratch down the door, leaving proof of our heat engraved in the wood.

With a snarl, he throws me onto the floor, and I rip a chunk of his flesh from his body. I spit it out, not liking that at all. I scurry away from him, watching the grotesque wound heal itself, the tissue stitching itself back together.

My mark scars over, and two small pinpoints show on the side of his neck. His features seem even sharper, his eyes glowing brighter, and in a blur, he is on me, flipping me to my hands and knees.

In one long stroke, he fills me, pounding into me relentlessly. His growls, my moans, Glenn and Soren’s sounds—they all mix together. I shouldn’t like listening to the next room, but I do.

I love it.

He holds onto my shoulder, setting a brutally fast pace only a vampire can achieve. I press my face into the cool hardwood floor, needing relief. I press my ass higher in the air, taking the punishing pace from my mate.

“Soren, fuck, baby, your mouth is too good at that.”

I peer down, watching strings of precome leak from my cock onto the floor, creating a puddle.

His sharp, deadly claws work their way up my back until he rakes them through my hair. Gripping me by the roots, he yanks my head back until his mouth is against my ear.

“My little slutty mate loves to hear men fucking. Do you hear how wet you are?”

I do. It’s sickening.

I love it.

“You love knowing that we’re the reason, don’t you? This is all our fault. This entire house has turned into a damn brothel, and it’s all your fault.”

“Mine?” I cry out, my cock slapping against my stomach so hard it hurts.

“Yes, yours.” Alaska sucks my earlobe between his teeth. “I had no chance when you walked through the door. Neither did they. You smell so fucking delicious, you’ve caused their hormones to rage.”

“I’m not sorry.” I meet his thrusts, pressing my palms against his bulging thighs.

He flips us again. This time, he is on his back, hands on my hips, and I rock against him hard and fast.

“Good. I don’t want you to be.” He slaps a hand on my chest, gripping the muscle I’ve worked so hard to get. “That’s it, Helios. Fuck, that’s it. You know how to ride my cock. Just like that. Faster. Fucking hell, Beloved,” he keens; this time it’s him arching his back, and the movement makes him push deeper inside me.

“Alaska, more. Give me more. Faster.” But I can’t move faster. I’m getting tired. I’m running out of energy. Unlike him, I can’t survive on blood alone. I need food.

Using his speed, he pushes me back and forth against him, and my hips move at a rate that isn’t humanly possible. His arms blur, and I can’t decide if it’s because of him or because I’m slowly letting reality slip away from my mind.

Alaska sits up, his fingers tracing my collarbone. “I fucking love you,” he whispers, snagging the back of my head to pull me down into a soft, yet intense, kiss.

My mouth breaks from his, needing to suck in some air, and then he’s on me again, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.