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It was the best, most intense orgasm I’d ever had. Even my gums and teeth were tingling from the bite.

She slumped onto my chest, and we stayed connected while I rubbed her back with my fingertips.

“You’re incredible. That was incredible,” I breathed.

She lifted her blonde head and stared at me with those amazing eyes. “Did you bite me?”

“I guess I did. I couldn’t help it. It was a primal instinct. We have no control over it.”

“We?” she asked, confused.

I ran my finger along her cheek. “Nera, I marked you. You’re my mate now, and I’m yours.”

She smiled. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” I ran my finger along the bite mark. It would heal, but it would always be a scar there. “Did it hurt?”

“Not at all. It made me come really hard, I think,” she admitted. “Thank you.”

“For marking you?” I asked. Surely she wasn’t just thanking me for sex. She could get that anywhere, though if she did, the guy would lose his life.

“For waiting for me. You’re amazing.”

I kissed the tip of her nose. “You were more than worth the wait.”

I got up, went to my ensuite bathroom, wetted a washcloth, and cleaned her up as she lay sprawled in my bed. then I cleaned myself up and crawled into bed with her.

Fucking perfect. She was nothing short of perfection and I already knew I was in love with her. She’d captured me from the first moment I laid eyes on her in the Reapers’ clubhouse and I was just glad she was as attracted to me as I was to her.

And now she was marked. She was my mate for life.

Fucking mine.

Chapter 25

Sexual Healing

Nera

The smell of food woke me up. I arched my back and stretched my arms and legs, smiling before my eyes were even open at the delicious soreness between my legs.

Our first time was great. Romantic even. The rest of the night had been an absolute fuck-fest. And I was here for it. Shep was an utter beast in bed. I didn’t think biting would turn me on, but damn. His teeth nipping my breasts and clit was a turn on, and every time I climaxed, the mark he’d made on my shoulder tingled and gave me intense orgasms, despite his size. His cock was huge and something my body would have to get used to.

Yes, I was in this for the long haul. I wanted to spend every night in his bed and have his babies and never be without him. It sounded dramatic in my head, but I couldn’t help it. The heart wanted what the heart wanted.

I blinked my eyes open and looked around the room. The bed was cold and empty beside me but I didn’t mind. I heard music playing in the kitchen and the sizzle of meat. The smell was amazing and I was absolutely famished. I smiled at the memory of him telling me I needed to put some fat on my hips so he’d have more to grab onto.

Challenge accepted.

I flipped the covers back and looked around his room. He must have called someone in to decorate because this was nothing like the bachelor pad I’d expected. Black furniture, gray walls, and gold accessories like knob pulls oddly seemed to work in this space. The down comforter was white—and now a bit stained—and I blushed at the sight of our juices.

I went into the bathroom and winced at the burn between my legs as I emptied my bladder. Oof. His amazing dick was something I’d have to get used to. I washed my hands at the gold and marble sink and looked in the mirror. My platinum hair stuck up and I smoothed it down, then behind my ears. My eyes were a little red but good sleep would do that to someone. I’d spent all night feeling the most safe I ever had in my life, wrapped in his arms and my head rested on his hard chest, lightly dusted with dark hair.

I went back into his room and found his huge white V-neck tee on the ground, slipping it over my head. It came down to the tops of my thighs and smelled like him. I decided I was going to steal it and sleep with it if I wasn’t sleeping here with him every night.

I padded barefoot down the hall where the vision of Shep cooking in his modern kitchen took my breath away. In nothing but dark gray sweatpants, no shirt, and a white porcelain coffee mug in hand, I watched as the muscles in his back bunched with each movement. A small speaker on the counter blasted some classic 80s music, which he swayed his hips to.

“You finally learn how to cook?” I quipped.

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