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I purr, loving the nickname as my body presses against his and my hips thrust against his hand. A second later, a contraction rolls in my stomach, and my orgasm hits me like an out-of-control train.

“Yes. Yes. Oh…” My words trail off as I fall against his hard body.

“I can feel you coming so fucking hard. Now I want to feel you come on my cock, before I knot you.”

“Knot me,” I moan as my hand reaches between us and I feel his erection. It’s thick and long and my head spins with desire as he turns toward the nest.

But after climaxing over and over with my toys and now with his hand, all I want is to sleep.

My eyes flutter as I drop my head on his shoulder.

“I need...”

Chapter 12

Lucas

“You’re awake?”

“Am I? Or is this a dream?”

I laugh. “Open your eyes. You’re awake.”

She flinches when she sees the mask I’m wearing, obviously forgetting the deal we have.

I push off the wall and grab her chin, looking deep into her soul. “Let’s get one thing straight. I won’t hurt you.”

Her eyes flash with a hunger that I know needs to be fed. “I’m not scared of you. I want you, Henry.”

I’m starting to hate she doesn’t know who I am. I should tell her. Maybe tomorrow.

“And I want every part of you. I’m going to own you. Make you mine.”

A shiver runs down her body. “Don’t claim me,” she warns. “You don’t have permission. Especially not while you’re wearing a creepy mask.”

“Unbutton me,” I say, not replying to her. If she presents her neck, that’s all the permission I need because she might not realize it yet, but she is mine.

She walks to me, slides her hands over my stomach and up toward my chest. Her shaky fingers unbutton from my neck. One by one. “When did you get dressed?”

“I ordered some snacks and drinks while you were asleep,” I respond. Her eyes meet mine and she smiles.

I watch her in silence. Seeing her breath hitch as the tips of her fingers glide over my flesh. She looks up and our gazes meet again.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I cup her face in my hands before brushing her soft lips with mine. This time the kiss is so gentle, opposite to my earlier claiming of her mouth. I slide my tongue through the seam of her lips, waiting for entry, waiting for her to open up.

“I don’t know if you are.” She hints again about the mask.

I laugh. “It’s not coming off.”

She pouts.

“Scarlett.” My tone is a warning.

She ignores it.

Reaching out with her warm hands, and when they touch the bare skin on my waist, electricity shoots to my groin, and I want to knot her so deeply that she knows she will only ever be mine.

“I need you inside me.” Her grip on my body is possessive, making me groan into her mouth.

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