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I don’t know how much longer I can last like this. I am a broken marionette, held only by my strings as my lover takes what he wants. As he gives me what I need. He clutches my hair and pulls my head back. It feels fucking incredible. Slamming into me with all the speed and force he can muster, my hands grip the metal frame for dear life. I feel his hands lace around my neck, squeezing and cutting off my air.

Good God.

My eyes roll back into my head, and I let out a feral cry to the world as I am overcome again. Sounds of twisting metal groaning under my grip are all but a whisper in the background. My orgasm seems to freeze time around me, and nothing exists outside of us. Oz is the only other person on the planet, and he is here, giving me all of him. I gladly take it.

Every last bit.

CHAPTER 25

THE WARRIOR

Hearing Wren command me to start fucking her is possibly the most arousing thing I’ve ever heard. While I enjoy controlling and bending her to my will, the ferocity with which she delivers her order is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I am more than happy to oblige and will never deny her anything.

It takes everything in my power to hold on as she comes unglued. I just want one more moment of pure unadulterated bliss for the woman who is my everything. When she calls me ‘sir’ as she obeys my direction to grasp the headboard… It had almost been enough to get me to erupt right then.

Her hands grasp the metal bar and the sight drives within me, a primal need. Groaning as I fill her, I pound myself deep within her, giving her my entire length without hesitation. I know it won’t be long before her tight cunt ripples around me again, and that thought has me slamming into her with reckless abandon.

Tangling my hand in her hair, I pull her head back. Her throaty cry when I do, releases a growl from me. Christ, she is intoxicating as she writhes for me.

The warmth of her pussy enveloping me is addicting. The bond we share is exhilarating, and I’ll be damned if I don’t think she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her sexy mewls of pleasure are enough to drive me insane. I feel my sack grow heavy, and I grunt into her.

Fuck.

With each thrust, it’s getting more and more challenging to hold on. But I want her to come for me one more time, just once more, before I can let go. Her cries are growing more desperate, and she tightens around me. This is it. I fuck her rough and fast like she likes, tapping into my vampire strength and speed. God, I’m so hard that I’m about to burst.

Releasing my grip on her hair, I instead bring my hand to her neck, squeezing her, and groaning her name. As her climax peaks, I shudder and feel my body pump my seed inside her, bucking my hips until she milks every last drop from me. My hand on her neck blocking her breath, she tries to pant, but I don’t let her until I pull myself from her.

A deep gasp of air and quiet whimpers meet me when I release her. Sliding from her, I notice the twisted metal and smirk—unashamed of the pride that I feel for making her so thoroughly lose control of herself. I lay beside her, turning her so she lay flat on her back, and place my head in the valley of her breasts.

Heaven.

Nothing is better than the feeling of satisfaction that intimacy with Wren brings me. She is mine. Just as I am hers.

We lay there resting and she plays with my hair. Everything outside of this room, outside of us, fades away, unimportant.

The day passes, and the sun sets before we stir again. I have such a strong desire to stay like this forever, but unfortunately, it isn’t possible. I kiss Wren’s temple, trying to rouse her from sleep. She’s grumpy, mumbling and muttering about ripping my arms off. I laugh. My little bird has talons, and I like it. “I’m sorry, gorgeous, but I want to meet with everyone and discuss what’s next.”

Wren’s expression darkens as the total weight of everything that happened returns to her. Leland is gone, and we’d had one hell of a fight.

Reluctantly, she dresses alongside me, and we walk out to the landing.

Everyone is scattered, still somber. Rolando and the rest made it back, and it looks like everyone had the chance to clean up and rest a bit. Good, we have a lot to do.

Covens aren’t monarchies. I don’t have the automatic right to take Leland’s place. While I am the official second in command, I won’t stop anyone who wants to go off alone. If they stay, I will do my best to carry on our maker’s legacy.

I won’t preach to them from the top of the stairs. No, I go into the kitchen and fix everyone a blood cup.

We still have plenty of donated blood on hand, and I heat it on the stovetop. Warm is best. Wren helps me distribute the cups to our family, and I raise mine in a toast. “To Taka, his loyalty and sacrifice were not in vain.”

“To Taka,” everyone says together—a sad chorus of pain.

I raise my cup again, “To Leland, his kindness and honor will not be forgotten.”

“To Leland,” they mutter in unison. Their sadness washes over the entire house, and there is no room for anything else.

Drinking deeply, I look at my family. They seem so broken, desolate, and filled with an insurmountable grief. I know we all had dared to think that we could save our entire family, but we lost two instead.

I raise my voice to be clear and do my best to channel my father’s wisdom. I am leaning on the strength cultivated by years of watching him create a group of people who care for one another. A family that cares so deeply that all felt the pain of losing one of our number. “We lost very important and very dear members of our coven. Including our leader and the vampire, without whom, none of us would be standing here. Our revenge has been dealt, and let it serve as a warning to anyone trying to take over our city.”

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