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Coupled with that smile of hers—so open, so warm, blinding in its brilliance—and he was done for.
“Thank fuck,” was all he could say, and he was acutely aware that it was perhaps the most vulgar, asinine response to a female accepting a mating proposal in the history of demonkind.
But Hazel didn’t frown, didn’t appear to be put off by his Tallakism. Instead, she laughed softly, the brown of her eyes glowing with warmth—and then she said the words that truly slayed him.
“I love you.”
He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think, his chest bursting with explosions of happiness. He stared at her like some addle-brained cave demon who’d never gotten the gift of language.
His muscles acted faster than his mind. He had her in his arms and his mouth plastered to hers before he could find the words to tell her how he felt. Pouring it all into his kiss, he told her with each lick of his tongue, every touch of his lips, with the way he angled her head, his fingers reverently gliding through her hair.
Desire surged in him, and his fangs punched through his gums, scraped over her lower lip.
With a gasp, she pulled back and peered at his mouth. “Is that a bluotezzer memory thing again?”
“No.”
“It’s not?” A line formed between her delicate brows. “I didn’t know hæmingrs have fangs.”
“We only ever really get them for one purpose.”
“What’s that?”
“Something set up as an object or end to be attained, or an intention, but that’s not important right now.”
She smacked his shoulder. “Tallak.”
His grin displayed his fangs in their full glory. “To bite our mate and make her ours.”
An intriguing shiver went through her, and her pupils dilated. Her voice dropped to a husky level. “You’ll bite me?”
“You like that idea, don’t you?”
There went that shiver again. “Maybe.”
She licked her lips, and the movement drew his gaze like a homing beacon. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned down and licked over her lower lip, then sucked it into his mouth, letting his fangs nip it on the way out. Not enough to break the delicate skin, just enough to make her feel it.
Her fingers dug into his chest. “Tallak.”
The scent of her arousal perfumed the air, and he inhaled deeply, getting drunk on it. With a quick move, he yanked the sheet off her, baring her to his eyes. He sat up, letting his gaze roam over her naked body, all those luscious curves and gorgeous softness.
“What are you thinking?” she whispered.
“Just trying to decide where I’ll bite you.”
She squirmed a little.
“This here looks delicious,” he said, running a finger up her inner thigh.
A gasp fell from her lips, her hips jerking.
“But then again,” he murmured, moving his finger up, over her abdomen, and to the underside of her breast, “this spot is just begging for my mouth.”
He circled her nipple, and she moaned.
“But I think…” He slid his hand farther up, let his fingers dance over her racing pulse at her throat. “I’d rather sink my fangs into your neck just when I sink my cock into your pussy.”
“Tallak.”
