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And he felt her, felt how his essence flowed into her, filled her just the same.
“Mine,” he growled and sat up, tangling his hand in her hair. “You’re mine.”
He wrenched his wrist from her grasp, pulling her head back by her hair, and then he licked his own blood from her lips, kissed her with wild, ferocious need.
She kept riding him as he plundered her mouth, holding her in a possessive grip by her hair, swallowing her moans and sounds of pleasure. She came with a hoarse cry, and he followed her right over, the pressure in his balls finally releasing as he spilled inside her.
Her movements slowed, the undulations of her hips growing shallow. Breathing hard, her arms looped around his neck, she kissed him with a tenderness that broke his heart and fixed it right up again.
“I love you,” he murmured against her mouth.
Her lips, still stained with his blood, curved into a dreamy smile.
His cock twitched inside her, still hard as granite.
Her smile slipped.
“We’re not done yet, sweetheart.”
She blinked at him.
He chuckled as he kissed her frown. “Babe, I hope you cleared your calendar for today, because I need to fuck you until you wear my scent embedded in your skin, or until you claw my dick off. Whichever comes first.”
She gasped. “I’d never claw your dick off. I like it too much.”
“You say that now.” He ground her down onto the appendage in question, making her groan. “I’m a newly mated demon. I have relentless needs. You might change your mind after a few hours of hard-core fucking when you’re sore as hell.”
One side of her mouth tipped up as she leisurely rolled her hips. “That’s what healing potions are for,” she whispered in his ear.
He grinned, knowing true happiness as he held her in his arms.
CHAPTER 38
They only made it out of his apartment the next day, after a marathon of sweaty, hard sex and then falling into a coma-like sleep. Tallak had raided his kitchen and ordered food in between, following the urge to provide for his mate—mate!—infinitely glad he’d brought Hazel here rather than her own house. While he was happy he didn’t have to hide his relationship anymore, he didn’t need to expose any of the kids to the acoustic and olfactory evidence of his mating mania. And with his front door intact just enough to close and lock after his rage-induced kicking it in, he’d felt safe enough here to indulge in his mate.
As long as she was sleeping wrapped in his arms, no harm would ever come to her.
Now Tallak followed Hazel as she walked up the stairs to the old Victorian, clutching a diaper cake in one arm. She fairly glowed with happiness and deep, deep satisfaction. He’d never seen her like this, so at ease and one with herself, at peace and content in a way that was new.
Because of me.
The thought filled his chest with sizzling warmth. He’d done that. He made her look like that.
His mate.
She rang the doorbell, then turned to him and grabbed his hand.
More warmth bubbled inside him at the obvious way she claimed him here, ready for others to see him at her side, to know what was going on.
Squeezing her hand, he gave her a smile he was sure looked as besotted as he felt just as the door swung open.
Rhun stared at them, his eyes flicking to their linked hands, then to their faces, and then he inhaled a deep breath.
Tallak sent him a cocky grin. That’s right. The other demon would smell Tallak all over her, not in the superficial way of a recent coupling, but as part of her own scent now, inextricably linked with his.
For demon senses, Tallak had just coated her from top to toe in olfactory neon letters yelling, Mine.
Something sparked in the bluotezzer’s eyes, and one side of his mouth tipped up in a cocky smile. “Well, well, well. Looky there. If it isn’t the result of my excellent matchmaking.”
